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| In the Darkness of the Lake; [P] Seele (FIN) | |
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| Topic Started: Thu Nov 24, 2011 5:26 am (413 Views) | |
| Shan Orison | Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:08 pm Post #31 |
 
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Shan sat, hearing the echo of Not Gehrin's laughter die in the trees until there was only the wind and the wildlife regaining enough courage to cry out to each other again. He was alive, and he was still free. He breathed. It wasn't an outcome he was expecting when he surrendered, but was happy to accept it. And none of this would have been a problem if you struck him hard from the very beginning, his Shadow said. You could have still fought back, if you weren't such a weakspined idiot. He could have, Shan thought, opening a hand to grasp his summoned violin. His reasoning still stood. At the crossroads he stood at, considering the person who had him at his mercy, it was best to lower himself rather than rise above. His pride could survive it easily, and it stoked Not Gehrin's ego enough that he still knelt here. Lowering himself truly was one of his greatest secret weapons in a land with such hubris built in. His hand hovered over the gem, but eventually he picked up, twisting it this way and that, watching the light reflect off it. It was oddly warm. He would keep it, he thought as he pocketed it. He didn't know what it was: a locator spell, a latent paralytic, or a simple token. It was a link to the slaver, though. He shut his eyes, securing in his mind every detail of the elf's clothing, demeanor, abilities, and features. He couldn't do much now, but he could learn more about who the slaver truly was and warn others of him. He got to his feet, still feeling shaky from the elf's spell. Shouldering his bag, he turned and made his way through the dark trunks of the trees. He might as well try to return to his campfire. If the stone was a locator, then attempting to move about to avoid him would be pointless. Shan would simply have to be alert to another potential threat. He hoped some of the food he prepared was still edible, though. Now he was finally hungry again. Edited by Shan Orison, Sun Dec 18, 2011 5:12 pm.
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