House Boromar

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"boldrei!! aargh .. pain .. throbbing pain .. calm .. rothaide .. " she is talking herself thru. crimson liquid steadily flowed from the menacing gash inflicted by the gnoll. it is as deep as it looks. blood drenched. her lower arm was covered entirely with it. she tried to stop the ebb by covering the angry wound with her other hand. each throb caused her to step back. her thoughts were all about escaping this monster. (aww shit this is painful) she continues, but now feeling a bit faint from the loss of blood.

she made it far enough that its safe for her to cast a spell without much interferance. "spawn of the shadow, you will pay for this". in elven it sounded more like a cheeful psalm rather than a curse. and neither was she concerned if the gnoll understood what she had said. her mind was focused on escape...

"but for now ..". she retrieves a white grey pouch from beneath one of her hidden pockets using her good arm. she raises it above her head. and then, forcefully hurls it towards the gnolls feet. it didnt have to hit, but it seemed to have served its purpose. a thick white column of smoke springs forth from the pouch. it covered the gnoll in an instant. it obscured everything in sight. herself included.

confident that the obscuring mist would provide her cover, she moves towards the deck to escape when the ship suddenly lurches from under her and she suddenly finds herself prone on the cargo room floor.

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