The Tree of Nobles is a titan tree in the north of Greevan, home to many of the city's nobility and highbrow residents. It is a hundred and fifty feet across at the base, and its walls are three hundred and fifty feet of bark painted in hundreds of vivacious colors in seemingly random shapes. If viewed from a distance, onlookers could see that the random shapes come together to form larger pictures, from elvish faces and animal imagery to outlines of winds and waves. The tree is well illuminated by hundreds of glowing orbs attached to hundreds of the tree's miniscule branches, so much so that one would forget they were under a thick canopy if they crossed by during the right time of day.
**Alec approached the tree, sword sheathed, hands glowing, face giddy. He surveyed the situation.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
**Alec gave her a look that said "are you for real?"**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sum'era didn't seem to notice the look, but when Alec looked at her he probably noticed her features were etched with anticipation, her battle lust clear on her face.
Sum'era decided to ignore the dripping sarcasm. Instead she smiled at Bree in a way that implyed she would like to do just that. "And here I thought we had nothing in common!" The battle was too close to them again for her to worry about the pesky drow, instead she looked for something to hit.
The attention of the mercenaries was drawn towards the tree's entryway by a collection of shouts in elvish. At the open space leading into the tree stood three elves, though they were clearly not part of the Jade Guard. One was clad in brilliant, silver-hued platemail, with a tower shield in one hand and a sword in the other. The second wore a shirt of mail that dropped down to his knees, and carried with him a heavy longsword. The last, standing behind the other two, was wrapped in bright green robes.
Alec - "These guys might be worth something to us alive. Try not to be too hasty."
**With that, he drew his sword and put on his usual spells, then charged forward at the elf in plate.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Sum'era dashed off to the side through some buildings if there were any, using her ability to approach her enemies without being noticed. She came in hard and fast on the man with the chain-mail keeping her shield up, she swung for his exposed calf.
The elf in plate hid behind his shield and braced for impact.
Sum'era found no buildings to hide behind, and the elf met her with equal aggression. He shifted his leg aside from her swipe, at the same time pounding heavily on her shield with the butt of his longsword.
The elf in green raised both of his arms, and short root coils burst from the ground and grabbed at Bree and Ulrich's legs.
**Alec slammed his electrified left gauntlet into the shield, as much to see what effect it would have as anything else.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
The force was more than Sum'era was expecting and she lost her footing dropping to a knee. She held her shield up to block anymore attacks and jabbed her sword at his shin again. "Well done elf!"
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Ulrich hung back and did his best to ignore the roots, pulling out his harmonica and pressing it to his lips. With a deep breath he began playing a haunting tune that, as it continued, caused Alec's movements to become blurry and indistinct to those watching.
Bree swiftly drew her weapons, cutting herself free from the vines harsh embrace and began charging at the mage, hoping to neutralize that threat as quickly as possible.
Alec's punch caused what felt as a violent explosion, the shield's agate imbue and the gauntlet's repelling force combined into a cataclysmic clash.
The mailed elf leapt over Sum'era's strike, and brought down his weapon against her shield again. There was little force in the swing, the intent more on pushing it onto the shield as its Topaz imbue activated, channeling electricity through the metal.
A fresh pair of grasping roots tripped the charging Bree, knocking her to the ground. A trio of sharp leaves released from the mage's open hand towards the dark elf.
Sum'era cry's out and rolls backward, as soon as she's on her feet she throws hershield at the elf's face as hard as she can, hoping he wont expect the radical move. She half did it so she could shake the pain from her arm though. She come's in slashing behind the shield.
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**Alec was tossed backward fistfirst, crying out in pain and alarm as he did so. He slammed into the dirt on his back, unsure yet whether his hand was broken or merely badly bruised.**
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Sing lustily and with good courage.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Ulrich- They've done an awful lot with these trees.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Jack
Allona
Stoz
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
**With that, he drew his sword and put on his usual spells, then charged forward at the elf in plate.**
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Jack
Allona
Stoz
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Sum'era found no buildings to hide behind, and the elf met her with equal aggression. He shifted his leg aside from her swipe, at the same time pounding heavily on her shield with the butt of his longsword.
The elf in green raised both of his arms, and short root coils burst from the ground and grabbed at Bree and Ulrich's legs.
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
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Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
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Jack
Allona
Stoz
The mailed elf leapt over Sum'era's strike, and brought down his weapon against her shield again. There was little force in the swing, the intent more on pushing it onto the shield as its Topaz imbue activated, channeling electricity through the metal.
A fresh pair of grasping roots tripped the charging Bree, knocking her to the ground. A trio of sharp leaves released from the mage's open hand towards the dark elf.
[14]
Go ahead and run, you'll only die tired.
Those who might never meet are pooled together
Be aware of singing as if you were half dead,
or half asleep:
but lift your voice with strength.
Be no more afraid of your voice now,
nor more ashamed of its being heard,
than when you sang the songs of Satan.
Jack
Allona
Stoz