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Senora
bump…bump..budump…
The priestess groaned audibly as her body slammed once again to the floor. Keeping conscious this time, she instinctively rolled into a defensive crouch her bloodied dagger held out in front of her. She shook her head and blinked her eyes desperately willing her vision to clear. The act was simple, not uncommon or unexpected of someone who was just very nearly thrown into a wall, however, the gesture was enough to make the average onlooker yearn to help her.
bump…bump…budump…
Her head throbbed, which didn’t surprise her, but the fact that the throbbing had a rhythm to it, did.
bump…bump…budump…
As the blurriness of her vision slowly began to dissipate her confusion only increased as she realized the rhythmic thumping wasn’t just her head, but actual audible drums. The folds of her cloak were keeping the shimmering wall just out of her line of vision, but it lit up the area with a brilliant shimmering light. She didn’t even glance sideways to look for the source, she kept her eyes focused on her would be captor hovering before her.
“Morgie?” She heard someone ask in a hesitant but familiar voice. She involuntarily dropped her dagger in horror as comprehension filled her mind and a familiar form filled her vision. The man she stabbed was indeed her fallen paladin companion.
“You…You’re alive?” She stammered. He looked at her and the puny dagger she had just dropped as if she had completely lost her mind.
“Now that’s what I like! Not only does she got a great head on her shoulders – well except for that bruise and at least for the time being – but the lady’s got just about the best grasp of the obvious I’ve ever seen!”
She turned her head in surprise to see Joseph casually leaning against the wall as if he were in no mortal danger and Larry standing near Morguerat with a sword in his hands. She quickly clarified her statement and tried to gather her wits about her while subconsciously reaching a hand up to touch the abrasion on her head. “You’re all alive. How did you defeat that….thing? It was so…evil.” Her voice took on just a slight edge of panic as she remembered its attack against her. Pulling her hand back down from her head she noticed traces of Morguerat’s blood on it. Looking up from within the folds of her cloak she looked back to the fallen paladin with great sorrow in her eyes. “I am so sorry, friend.” It was a simple statement spoken quietly and with such sympathy and dignity it silently urged all to be forgiven.
[ 02-14-2006, 12:05 AM: Message edited by: Salinye ]
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