Romendacil flinched slightly when one accidentally loosed his quarrel and it whizzed past his face by only an inch. He spoke low under his breath as they began to pace closer. Suddenly a poisonous cloud enveloped them all, 2 dropped out right and the others wretched so badly they could no longer aim their weapons. Romen then dashed through them shoving them out of his way.
Only a few paces from the Gung bridge a small fire ball hit his back. Fortunately the caster was no adept and the ball only singed his robes, it being more illusionary fire than tangible. Romen turned on the wizard casting a confusion and spell of clumsiness on him. The mage dumbly slurred his words of power and he quickly suffered a feedback of his own spell as he exploded sending small red chunks all about the backside of the Cat's Lair.
Romen smiled wickedly, for all those in the employ of his Lord British were fodder so long as he got the piece of the stone back to his own place, the shard of the gem, which Nystul the mage had kept for so long and studied. Now Romen would find a way to twist it to his own necromantic will... to destroy the entire City of Britain, down to the last stone, to the last woman and helpless child in its crib.
The dark elf laughed maniacally as he raced back to his compatriots, the doom of Lord British's finest city was at hand![/i]
OOC: I don't actually have Romendacil on Europa, but i decided I would write out a story about the dark elf with the high elven name. If anyone has some input as to were i might go with this or.. even incorporate this into some form of an RP event please let me know
I just love creating stuff!!
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