Faridell

You swish your hand to your dagger's sheath and gallantly spin around drawing your dagger in a ferocious slash. The edge of the dagger cuts a single thread of the red cloak the elf wears. But something else seems to have caught your attention. A white light is slowly pulling you back. The hafling has his staff raised high in the air and is chanting some ancient spell. The language is thick and suave. It seems to slow everything down. Your eyes draw round. You hear a tiny clicking through the back of your head. But it starts to get louder and as the pitch grows so do your shoulders, and you drop down and hit your head on the wet mineral floor. Repco takes his crooked bronze staff and beats it down to you and a light burns in your face.

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