"Battle at Blue Mountain" (II)

Log Date:
	10/10/2004

Log Cast:
	Ryriel, Flashfire, Strongbow, Joth, Kintae, Kahvi, Tsoran, Imriel, 
Verlaan’s soul, Moonshade, Ktai, Winnowill, Kureel, Yeyeen, Savith, Savah, 
Honeygold (Imriel's preserver), Leafdrop (Ryriel's preserver), Viresse, Skywise 
& Gloomwing (Winnowill's preserver)

Log Intro:
	The twins Imriel and Ryriel converge on Blue Mountain for a final
battle--with a gathering of elves of many tribes who have cast aside their
own differences to unite against this common enemy. The battle begins at Tsoran’s 
approach to Imriel and Ryriel, whereupon Ryriel ignites the Chosen. Winnowill, 
Lord of Blue Mountain, joins forces with Savah and Suntop to confront Imriel 
in the astral plane while her Chosen and other elves fight with the attackers 
outside the Mountain. When Imriel and Ryriel are defeated at last, Winnowill 
emerges to heal the wounded below.
	[NOTE: This is a companion log to "Battle on the Astral Plane" and
"Battle at Blue Mountain I", from Winnowill's and Imriel's points of view,
respectively.]  

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Field before Blue Mountain(#277RJ)
   A single mountain stands almost unnaturally into the air before you, grand 
and solid. Boulders and uneven, sheer rock faces threaten those who wander too 
close. Huge cracks split the mountain's roots, down to the assortment of rubble 
at its feet and up, hundreds of heights toward the mountain's spindly peak. In 
either the brightness of day or under the light of twin moons, the entire 
mountain and all the rocks about it have a definite blue tint.
   The field, dotted with boulders, seems to end at the mountain itself. One of 
the larger cracks obviously delves in deeper, forming a short, narrowing cave.

The long hot summer days shorten into fall, and with it comes teh cool breath of 
the upcoming winter chill. The leaves in the area blaze crimson and orche in the 
mid afternoon sun, fighting to cling to the branches in a their last desperate 
attempt to keep the tree clothed in color. At the far eastern edge of the field, 
breaking from the cover of tall grasses, two elves walk. Their steps are slow 
and measured, eyes peering out ahead of them. Flying in large circular orbits 
over head, ranging several hundred paces out ahead of them before cutting back 
in again, are two brightly colored preservers. As the feel of the mountain 
presses toward their senses, they flicker a glance at each other, then return 
their gaze forward and toward the gathered elf-kind.

Away from the Lostholt camp near the Palace, Flashfire is gathered with other 
elves near Blue Mountain. Wary eyes remain kept on the Glider contingent, but 
they're not the biggest thing on his mind right now. He's..looking, putting 
sharp eyes to good use as he scans the open areas, a spear in his right hand, 
the left one up to shade his eyes from the light of the daystar. The stories of 
old have told of one his appearance is not much different from now - Timmorn 
Yellow-Eyes.

Strongbow, on the other hand, is reclined back against a tree truck not far 
away. Between his lips the last of his sweetleaf twigs, days old now, which he 
chews and sucks on with a dilerbrate calmness. His hands are folded behind his 
head, and his bow rests across his thighs. At his side is his wolfess Kindle. 
Her chin rests upon her paws, though her eyes are wide open, like Flashfire: 
watching the world about the pair.

Joth circles Kintae warily, spear and brightmetal shield in hand as he thrusts 
and parries in the elborate sparring match the two are in. He doesn't notice the 
new arrivals approaching, involved in trying not to get his neck accidentaly 
cut. The large elf circles shield side on his smaller partner trying to use his 
reach for the moment.

Kintae keeps his own shield between himself and that sharp spear. He too fails 
to notice the quietly approaching elves as he takes a spear thrust to the shield 
before returning with a wide slash of his own. Tunicless, the goback is sweating 
in the sweltering heat of late leaffall this far south. Much smaller and thinly 
built than his warrior-brother, Kintae grins and steps forward quickly, only to 
suddenly change directions and turn stepping away from Joth with his back to his 
opponent. Oh, but don't think he's defenseless! Oh, no! That sword is whipped 
about behind him.

Kahvi has been outside of the GoBack tent, talking to some of her warriors that 
sharpen their weapons or do other things. She is wearing her common clothes, 
except for the hat, and both her broadsword and her spear are leaning against 
the huge tent in which they all reside. Freshly sharpened, she now walks over to 
her spear, picking it up and holding the blade against the sky, until she runs 
her finger across it, leaving a fine line that starts blooding not much later. 
Grinning broadly, she turns to watch Joth and Kintae with a self-satisfacted 
smile, not noticing the twins right now either, her attention being on those two 
alone, and with so many elves, the new arrived elves don't seem to catch her 
attention yet.

giant bondbird turns in another lazy circle above, when sharp eyes spot the new 
arrivals below. The bird swoops low, and the helmeted shape of one of Blue 
Mountains Chosen detaches from it at the lowest point. As the bondbird returns 
to circling above, its rider drifts down towards the two walking towards the 
Mountain, the greeting of new arrivals a routine action by now.
Tsoran slides off giant bondbird's back.
Tsoran has arrived.

Imriel's hand goes out to stay his brothers steps, a frown forming as a locksend 
drifts between the pair. His eyes rove over the field, then up towards the 
Mountain's peak itself, a look, that can only be described as hungry, within his 
eyes.

In a locksend to Ryriel, overheard by Winnowill: Imriel sends to his brother, ** 
I did not expect so many. But no matter. We will take her. I want all those 
below, Dead. ** A whimpering voice echoes in the send, ** Please no, do not! ** 
Its not Imriel's mind that cries so, but a wholly other elf, well elfess. But 
the thought magic is so close to his, its disturbing.

Happy to be reunited with her mate, Moonshade sits silently beside Strongbow. 
She drowses in the afternoon sunlight. Her half-lidded eyes gaze in the 
direction of Joth and Kintae. Their battle play is almost hypnotic in her sleepy 
state. Her nose twitches ever so slightly as the breeze sweeps through.

Ryriel pauses in his steps, nodding towards his brother, seeming to agree with 
whatever the private statement was. His gray eyes then move towards the one that 
is approaching, a grin flickers on his face, one of those cold malicious grins. 
His eyes flicker slightly as his head tilts to one side. For those with magic 
feeling, you can feel a tingle of warmth. No words or sends are given, as this 
elf focuses on whatever he is doing, to the hapless elf approaching.

Flashfire's attention is captured first by the large bird that flies overhead, 
eyes narrowing at the sight of Tsoran descending towards...two. His send is an 
open one, for all in the area to hear that can. ** They come. ** Their location 
is indicated by the point of his spear.

In a locksend to Ktai, Strongbow, Kintae, Kahvi, Flashfire, Moonshade, Joth: 
Winnowill sends to the elves at the base of the Mountain, a twinge of urgency 
and apprehension in her mental voice. **Elves, danger approaches, Beware, they 
come!** She stirs in her mountain, and prepares.

Winnowill locksends, to Kureel, Tsoran, Yeyeen, Savith: ** Chosen! Awaken and 
gather in the Aerie, The Twins we have awaited are within sight, you will fly to 
Tsoran's aide. **

The furred elf's send couple with the touch of Winnowill's mind in his head and 
Strongbow's eyes snap open. Sitting up straight, the archer gently touches his 
mate's mind privately, collecting his bow in his hand while his eyes settle upon 
the twins. And just as quickly, Kindle is up on her feet, hackles raised.

In a locksend to Moonshade, Strongbow wordlessly alerts you. As if you didn't 
already know.

Kureel flies down from above.

Joth doesn't seem to hear the sends as an itch forms on the back of his mind 
during his battle. He sidesteps at Kintae's quick backwards spin and catches the 
sword on his shield, but fails to follow up at the mental touches cause him to 
stumble slightly. The large elf shakes his head, blinking as he tries to quickly 
regain his composure.

Yeyeen flies down from above.

AHA! An openin- what on Two Moons? A send... barely felt. Kintae's swing is 
fought against and pulled up short, just shy of gutting Joth. His eyes glance 
about and settle upon Kahvi before he turns toward where Flashfire is pointing. 
A flying elf. Two identical elves. AH! The twins! THat's them. Those heartless 
murderers! Revenge boils in Kintae's blood and he turns sharply on his heel 
toward Ryriel and Imriel.

They come. Whatever Kahvi has been thinking or showing openly, now there is a 
shocked impression at first, which fastly turns to a cold hate visible in her 
green eyes. Glancing at the sword behind her, she seems to decide for the spear, 
and while the GoBacks outside look at her in a weird fashion now, her orders are 
clear, "They are here ..." Inform everyone, get your weapons, it's time to die 
for them now. A few locksends go out from her, too, but while the GoBacks swarm 
inside the tent to get their weapons and armory, she stands there like a rock, 
eyes focused on the twins.

A tall and thin elfess slips out from the relatively secure confines of the 
Sorrow's End tent... even though to all appearances she is not of Sorrow's End. 
Long black braids flip about her as she looks at those gathered with a quiet 
onyx gaze. Well, it doesn't seem too far out of what has strangely become the 
normal at the foot of the Mountain. Then Winnowill's send touches her mind, and 
she looks over with a calm sort of dismay to the Chosen and the two arrivals. 
Hope springs eternal and lands flat upon its merry little face. So then. It's 
time. (Ktai’s pose)

Winnowill locksends, to Kureel, Tsoran, Yeyeen, Savith: ** Go my Chosen defend 
Lord home and the elves below, but remember this, the twins are *not* to be 
killed, contained, but we will not stoop to their level, protect them from the 
others if you must. **

In a locksend to Kintae, Joth: Kahvi sends to all GoBacks, **Don't overreact. 
Stay calm for now. Let the magic-users and archers handle this first until we 
can tear them apart without running danger to be blown off by their magic.** The 
experience of their first meeting with the twins clearly rings through her 
sends, and she is not going to underestimate them again. Her send is forcing, 
piercing, so that everyone -- no matter what skill -- hear it, or at least feel 
that she is giving orders not to attack right ahead.

Savith flies down from above.

Strongbow senses in a locksend, Moonshade's mind and body are instantly at the 
ready. She is prepared to pounce. There is a desire to bite and claw. To maim. 
Anything to protect the Holt.

In a locksend to Moonshade, Strongbow is right there with ya, sweety muffet. 
How's this goingto work this time? Same as the troll ambush? I fire, you 
retrieve arrows? No. That's too dangerous!

Moonshade locksends to Strongbow: ** Not enough targets and too many other elves 
fighting with us for that to work. I'll stay in the back while you and the 
others attack. I'll move around the outside and get behind them. I'll keep them 
coming towards the fight. They can't run away this time. **

Tsoran lands softly on the leaf-covered ground, a few steps away from the two 
arrivals, and approaches them calmly, already opening his mouth to speak to the 
nearly sunfolk-dark elves. Then he freezes in his tracks, grey eyes going wide. 
Belatedly, he reaches for his weapon, but before his white hand touches the 
hilt, flames of fire are already licking along it, and swiftly spread to envelop 
the Chosen from booted feet to helmeted head as he screams in surprise and pain.

When his own magic feeling flares, letting Imriel know what his brother has 
done, his own expression turns almost gleeful. He can not hear the words that 
are spoken, they aren't close enough, but he can imagine, and he likes what his 
mind sees. A manic sounding giggle begins, but then is cut off abruptly, his 
gleeful expression falling his hands balling into fists at his side. He takes 
one step forward, feet planted firmly on the ground, waiting.

A change is instantly apparent in Moonshade's manner. She sits up and looks 
around. Once located, she stands and faces the direction of the twins. Her 
muscles twitch and her skin ripples like horse flesh. She draws the dagger at 
her hip and focuses intently on the approaching figures. The endless months of 
waiting have been hard. This is the time.

Kureel floats down from the Aerie's heights at a breakneck speed, Bondbird left 
behind, hunting spear in hand glinting in the Autumn darkening skies. He is 
acting on his Lord's order, therefore knows no fear, one elf, twins, an army, it 
doesn't not matter. She has said that these elves must be stopped, and High 
One's damn them, Kureel will see that they are. He sends openly to friend and 
Foe alike. **Come, you madness stricken elves, come and surrender now while you 
still have the option.** He's talking about the Twins this time, not the 
Wolfriders... honest.

Savith is close on his Brother's heels, dispite any hesitation he had within the 
mountain. Freefall does that for an elf. He too has a spear in hand, green eyes 
intent upon the twins. For him, there is fear, the fear that should he fail in 
this task, it is not his own life that would be lost, but that of the family 
held within the halls of the mountain. ANd it would not be at the hands of His 
Lord. No. These two shall only reach the mountain over his dead and broken body.

Strongbow locksends ** No, they can't. ((grim determination)) ** to Moonshade.

Yeyeen is quickly in flight behind Savith but pulls up short, spear in hand to 
glide over the quickly forming battle. Her face is calm, but her eyes are 
sparkling with a glint that hasn't been there for many seasons. The Lord 
commands. Finally, the chance to prove herself.

Ryriel smiles in pleasure as Tsoran turns into elf-flambee. Lips part slightly 
and his tongue wets his lips. Like his brother, in a motion mirroring Imriel's a 
scant heartbeat later, he to steps forward one step, planting himself. Grey eyes 
watch Tsoran as he begins to cook, holding the magic upon the glider. 
Locksending? Oh yes. Yes, Ryriel is sending, locksending, boring into Tsoran's 
mind.

Ryriel locksends, to Imriel, Tsoran, Winnowill: ** To your knees, impure one,** 
the look Ryriel gives Tosran seems to say. Oh, but the thoughts are far more 
clear. **This is the Power of the High Ones. A power you have forgotten, and a 
power I will remind you of before your fire-pured soul is free of this sack of 
filth and flesh.** **

The alerts have been given. Now, it is up to the elves gathered to put a stop to 
the evil ways of the Terrible Twins. A couple cautious steps closer are taken, 
then he sends again as something else is noticed. ** I saw preservers, too! 
They..oh no. ** His send cuts off abruptly at the sight of flames coming up 
around Tsoran. "Timmorn's Blood!" he blurts. Not a good beginning. Eyes quickly 
scan to the side, pondering a move to the trees, perhaps to use as cover to get 
closer. The tough part would be doing it unnoticed. As it is, he begins to move 
in their direction to cut back on the distance apart, remaining in motion. The 
arrival of additional Chosen draw his attention as well - the only things he 
shares with them today are the spears and being on the same side for once. But, 
it's the Twins that are first and foremost on his mind. Any less begs for a 
quick death. (Flashfire’s pose)

Strongbow senses in a locksend, Moonshade ;'s mind becomes less concise and 
logical. She allows her wolf senses and instincts to rise closer to the surface. 
You feel the raw love of a wolf for it's pack and the refusal to let these 
invaders threaten her home and pack mates. Her elf soul is not buried by these 
feelings. Instead, it directs the flood of these emotions the way a partial dam 
will direct the flow of a river.

On his feet, Strongbow slides onto Kindle's back and draws and arrow. Setting it 
to string, he takes aim as the wolfess starts forward, moving her elffriend into 
bow range of the two. It's the firestarter the archer will go after first. If he 
stpos the source of hte magic, perhaps the Chosen could be saved. As he sends, a 
thought lances out to the Head Chosen above.

In a locksend to Kureel, Strongbow is, for once, not growling at you. Rather, 
he's growling at the twins, and his send is twinged with concern for a fellow 
elf, even if that elf happens to be a glider. **Get your tribesmate out of 
there. I will drop the magicuser.**

In a locksend to Imriel, Ryriel, Tsoran: Winnowill bridles... 'A power one of 
the Chosen has forgotten? Chosen know all about power, and being subjected to 
it. She channels her might into a focused mental blast, a spike of pain thrust 
white hot from Her mind towards the invader in Her Chosen's. Of course, its 
quite a distance, so white hot, could quickly turn dull red, yet still she 
*will* have this invader out of Tsoran's head, that's Her territory!

Joth finally gets a clue-by-four as the shouted and sent orders carry forth and 
the elves start to scramble. As one of the senior goback warriors, he runs 
quickly to the tent and speaks roughly. "I've got the left." he says to his 
chief, and starts in a relaxed jog around, starting a flank on the twins.

"And I the right," Kintae replies, turning to jog around toward the right. He 
glances at Kahvi, and with his weak and unskilled mind presses a thought toward 
her as he goes.

Sensed in a locksend to Winnowill, Ryriel: Imriel bypasses the peon on the 
ground that burns and sizzles - he is useless, just a toy, and toys are 
something he knows about, cause well, he wants one: one named Winnowill. With 
the distance dulling her thoughts to a dull red haze, he does react, frustrated 
by the scouring thought from her. Ahh, but then the feel of his brothers magic 
settles in his mind, and he feels much better, and wholly pissed off, his mind 
linking with Ryriel's, boring upwards towards the Mountain, ** Come with us, 
lost one. We will show you the way. ** How easily will she be swayed by the 
unbridled power of his mind, he knows not - and with her up there, he can not 
add the sway of hypnotism as he would like.

Kintae locksends, to Kahvi: ** This way. Let Joth have the other half of our war 
party. Tonight, they will dance for us. **

Waiting on all GoBacks to gather around her, Kahvi turns around to take a look 
at them, each of them, and her eyes darken for a moment before she speaks to all 
of them, even Joth and Kintae, "The orders were clear. Not letting the twins 
near Savah. Let us bring them down, and if it is the last thing we do! We will 
rejoin in the Palace!" A bloodcurling scream is let out by the warrior-chieftess 
as she turns around, her spear shooting forward into the air as she symbolizes 
that now is the time to attack. >>>>>**Try to encircle them and attack all at 
once so that they don't have time to react.**<<<<<< is locksent out to her 
warriors and all other elves around except for the twins, of course. Same counts 
for Joth and Kintae, of course.

In a locksend, to Winnowill, Imriel, Tsoran: Ryriel winces as Winnowill's mind 
attacks back, and reflexively does he withdraw his heated gifts, turning his 
attention, instead upon himself and his brother. And now, the only left to fuel 
the flames upon Tsoran's body, is Tsoran himself.

The magic sense and the sudden flare of fire gives Ktai reason to blink once, 
twice, and a third time. What the...? She can't honestly say that the liked 
Tsoran, but even this is harsh. Hold back, wait, see. See what comes of the 
Chosen first. Ktai's not stupid, just brash and opinionated. After all... she 
knows what happens when one acts first, and thinks later. They've just seen 
living proof, haven't they? If only she had told Rayek that she was going back 
outside... then again, much of her life is built on 'if onlys'.

Ktai locksends, to Winnowill, Savah: ** <It's a quietly dismayed and off-handed 
sort of a send, hushed perhaps by shock, and the immediate detached dismissal 
that happens when something horrific is witnessed.> They've just burned Tsoran. 
Set fire to him just like that... ** 

Tsoran collapses slowly to the ground, falling at the feet of the first 
attacker. And then there were seven.

Sensed in a locksend to Imriel, Ryriel: Winnowill scoffs at the attempt to usurp 
Her thoughts. **You may have been my match in the Void, but you are vastly out 
matched here. Surrender to me, lost souls, and I shall consider hearing your 
pleas, while you are still conscious.**

One of the twins winces, only for then to have his brother step to his side, the 
pair then grasp hands, and upwards Imriel's eyes lift, attention focussed on the 
Mountain. As if he considers all those down below, benign. A burst of power can 
be felt to come from him, but there is no outward showing of what is done, if 
anything.

A soft growl escapes Moonshade's throat. It's a brief, angry noise. Dagger held 
firmly in hand, she takes slow steps backwards. Her eyes never leaves the twins. 
Her steps are steady and meticulous. She allows the elves with larger, deadlier 
weapons to be the front line. She is not running away and that is easily 
apparent.

Sensed in a locksend to Ktai, Savah: Winnowill is busy, Her mind bent on the 
twins from a distance, but sends an acknowledgement regardless **I know, I felt 
it. Put it from your mind or others will be hurt, Tsoran will be tended to, once 
these Twins are.**

Oddly enough, Strongbow and Kureel agree on something, besides the death of the 
other. The Head Chosen darts straight ahead, moving with alarming speed to close 
in on Tsoran's crispy form...sending as he goes to his brethren. He is there in 
a flash, spear raised, near his fallen Brother, and facing the Twins.... uh-oh.

Kureel locksends, to Yeyeen, Savith: ** Chosen, with me, we are going to collect 
our Brother. **

Kureel locksends, to Winnowill, Yeyeen, Savith: ** Savith and I will keep them 
busy, Yeyeen, get him out and back to the Aerie. **

Ktai locksends, to Winnowill, Savah: Ktai mentally snorts. Put it from your 
mind. Easy for Winnowill to say, but Ktai has not the talents of her daughter. 
She only sends a grim sort of acknowledgement, however, locking her mind down 
again as she does while in the Mountain, her mental imprint diminishing to a 
mere whisper.

Savith rockets after Kureel, though with not nearly the velocity that his 
Brother is able to attain. Spear in hand, his eyes are settled upon Imriel as he 
sends to Kureel, and he doesn't slow. Not, not one bit. Instead, he spear rushes 
Imriel.

Savith locksends, to Winnowill, Kureel, Yeyeen: ** I have the one on the left, 
Brother. **

Yeyeen comes to a floating stop 20 or so feet above the ground as she reaches 
her mind out to the flaming Tsoran. His body twitches once at her mental grasp, 
before rolling through the dirt and grass away from the twins and towards the 
glideress. Got the stop and drop done, just need the roll and for the new flames 
springing up to die away.

Did you all forget about two winged helpers circling over head? As the Chosen 
swooped in, they fell back, closer to the twins, and when Savith flies toward 
Imriel, spear poised to impale, one of the preservers chirps, "Bad flyhighting!" 
And, you guessed it, goo. White sticky goo. It's spat up toward Savith as the 
tiny sprite wings in a spiral about the Chosen, giving him a liberal coating of 
wrapstaff along spear, arms, and face. Meanwhile, the second preserver comes to 
a hovering pause before Kureel, tiny fists on its hips. "Bad flyhighthing better 
go flyfly, back to twigbednest before Honeygold get muchvexed!" Ryriel's eyes, 
which had glazed over faintly as a warm yellow glow enveloped himself and his 
brother, now seem to clear and shift to Kureel. Ooh lookie! Another feather 
covered match-stick.

Forget the woods. Stealth may not get the job done in time. Flashfire, without a 
wolf of his own, begins to run in the direction of the twins, though he can't 
get there quite as fast as Chosen or those on wolfback. His long paces cover the 
distance well enough, though. Spear remains held in the right hand as his eyes 
narrow with intent, glancing towards the GoBacks as their positions are noted. 
This could be the biggest threat to survival anyone has faced yet. As if right 
on cue, those blasted bugs start in on a pair of Chosen that have come too 
close. They will have to be dealt with, too.

Kindle moves Strongbow into postion as the archer sights for Ryriel's 
midsection, that soft fleshy spot between pelvis and rib cage. It won't kill.... 
instantly. There's only one more heartbeat of time that passes before the arrow 
is loosed and another is reaching for almost immediately.

Joth continues his easy, quick jog, encircling the twins in an ever tightning 
noose, using the foolish choosen's charge as the distraction to get into 
position. Once his angle is chosen, the easy lope turns into an ever quicking 
charge that will carry the warrior in with the rest of his tribe.

While Joth is matched on the other side, calling for his part of the tribe to 
follow. His grip on his sword is tightened as he turns and begins the home 
stretch sprint. Here comes the calavry! Dan-dan-dan dan-dan-dan-dan dan-DAN!!! 
(Kintae’s pose)

Grasping her spear tight and fierce, Kahvi starts running to the twins, the 
GoBacks behind her and spreading out at about 30 feet away from them. They are 
not many, maybe three handful, if at all -- compared to their former strength, 
that is. Yet, they do not fear to move in closer on the twins as Joth and Kintae 
move around the twins, distracting them. As the GoBacks have spread around the 
twins from this distance in a halfway good circle, Kahvi makes a motion which 
consists of a half-drawn circle with her spear, and six of the GoBacks suddenly 
start to launch an attack, four on Ryriel -- two of them carrying spears and the 
others swords --, and two sword-carriers on Imriel.

Ktai, sadly, isn't a distance fighter. Her bow had to be left outside, and 
though it was in the tent, did not fare well at all. She will fall back, wait, 
watch, give what care she possibly can to those who might survive the initial 
encounter with the Twins... which doesn't look promising at all. This is another 
one of those times where she could bitterly curse whichever High One deemed her 
unfit for useful magics, no matter what Savah has told her in regards to that. 
Those onyx eyes watch, and she feels more and more useless by the passing 
moment.

Winnowill locksends, to Imriel, Ryriel: ** Last chance, Lost ones, Surrender to 
me and I will protect you. **

Ah, hello you little flying bug.. hoped never to see one of *you* again. Kureel 
smirks.. just a little. "Hello bug." He floats down to the ground, feet touching 
down just and his eyes narrow tightly, all his magic is focused on one point in 
space, the poor little Preserver, seeking to push it forcibly and swiftly just a 
bit to its left, right in line with the spear that Kureel is swinging around as 
his magic strikes. Preservers, nasty little dodging annoyances, but only when 
they see it coming.

Moonshade breaks into an all out run. With all the chaos in front of them, 
perhaps the twins will not notice the wolfrider skirting the edges of the battle 
to get behind them. Her dash is not stealthy. This is not a game of duck and 
cover hunting. It is an all out battle and she knows her place. Her role is to 
keep the prey from escaping and assist as necessary. The better fighters will 
handle the direct assault.

Honeygold is not prepared for the attack of Kureel, not when he uses his magcis 
anyway, so he is pushed to the side, an utterly vexed and annoyed expression on 
his face. But thats wiped away as it finds itself smacked by Strongbow's shot 
arrow - it saves Ryriel from the arrow's strike, but poor little Honeygold, just 
being whack with the arrow, gets smacked in the back, and sent flying head over 
heels through the air, and into a tree trunk when hit with Kureel's spear. 
Imriel, doesn't even seem to care, nor does he seem to be aware that anyone is 
surrounding him. His eyes remain uplifted towards the Mountain, and then a smile 
settles on his face. The feel of sending whirls about him, and his eyes flare 
bright for a moment, as a painful thought is released on everyone down below. 
Sending, blackened at the edges, touches on all minds, for some perhaps causing 
a red haze to flicker in their vision - but his sending, is reaching to its 
limit, touching so many minds at once, perhaps, its not as painful as it should 
be.

ACK! Preserver spit up!! Ewwwwwwwwww! Flight path skewed, the Chosen tumbles in 
the air, sputtering until he loses enough altitude to slam shoulder first into 
the ground, snapping the head of the spear and leaving the brightmetal head 
lodged in the ground. He skids to a stop, tearing through yet another uniform, 
and rolls to his back, struggling with the white gooey strands, trying to pull 
them from his face enough to take a breath, even as his mind ripples out to any 
nearby (and behind the twins, I might add, considering he shot past them), 
**Can't see! Can't breath!** -.-' High Ones. Savith's a wuss.

Yeyeen has her mind stretched, rolling Tsoran to put out the last of the flames 
and floating him out of the path of the charging Gobacks towards the relitave 
saftey of the tents. The burnt elf is almost there as the red haze hits her 
mind, and she drops, along with her brother glider none to gently to the ground.

So many elves, alround them. As Imriel's mind lashes out, so does Ryriel's. But 
unlike his brother's it does not attack the mind. Rather, it attacks the rock 
beneath everyone's feet. It begins as a drop of magic centered on the twins, 
like a single tiny pebble dropped into a clear calm pond. And just as surely, it 
ripples away from Ryriel in circles. As the magic passes over the ground, the 
rocks shift, quake, and crack. Razor sharp edges expose themselves to the air, 
jutting up into the air a foot or few, enough to reach the knees of most ground 
bound elves.
[OOC] Ryriel forgot the effect radius, and notes that it will only effect a 
twety foot radius all around the twins, starting only one foot from them. I 
apologize for the over sight, and noted it only after I had hit enter.

Sensed in a locksend to Imriel, Ryriel, Savah: Winnowill/Savah sighs, well the 
Winnowill side anyways. **I gave you a chance, remember that.** Following 
directly after that is everything that Winnowill, and Savah combined can muster, 
each ounce of magical might Filling your mind, teaching you what a Blacksending 
*should* be. **FALL** The minds order, wave after wave of a brutal mind searing 
pain threatening to tear apart your very minds. **FALL**

Winnowill locksends, to Kureel, Savah, Yeyeen, Savith: ** Chosen, the 
Savah/Winnowill creature sends, at least mostly the Winnowill part. **If the 
Twins fall, and the others are foolish enough to cast their heritage aside and 
seek their death, you must bring the Twins to the Aerie, with as much speed as 
you can muster, and bring Tsoran along as well.. he will need tending too.** **

Flashfire falls in a bit behind attack of the GoBacks, trusting Strongbow's 
accuracy with the arrow enough not to think twice about being close to whoever 
he's aiming at. That one could shoot the wings off a fly if he wanted - in 
midair. He would make a fifth going for Ryriel, intent on using his spear, the 
Glider-tall elf's length giving him a little more room. Other than that, it may 
come down to claws and teeth. Not much, but it's something. A snarl accompanies 
the approach, the wolfelf's face contorted into a mask of rage, then it turns 
into something more resembling a groan when the pain-send touches his mind. 
'Thinned out' as it is, it's still enough to jolt him out of charging. Ryriel's 
ground-shaking and rock-raising causes his eyes to widen, silently thankful to 
be outside the radius, and after he clears his head he draws back and throws his 
spear over the top of the shorter GoBacks, aiming high as he tries to hit Ryriel 
somewhere on his upper body - shoulders, chest, even head if possible.

Stupid preservers! Always getting in the way!! Annoyed at the bug, Strongbow 
sets a new arrow to his bowstring, quickly aims and looses, only to follow it 
with another, both aimed in the general direction of the twins. No more time for 
careful aiming. Now it's time for spray-n-pray. The two arrows whizz toward the 
twins.

Preservers, blacksends and spiky rocks, oh my! Joth is struck by the mental wave 
and stumbles in his full charge towards the twins, losing sight of his target. 
The send is quickly followed by the very ground beneath his feet refusing to 
cooperate as the large elf's lead shin meets a rather prickly rock, slicing 
easily to the bone. Funny, is the elfs thought. I didn't think I could fly, as 
he sails head over feet. Only the warriors instinct keeps his shield under his 
body as he lands and skinds a yard or two towards the twins and his spear 
clatters to the ground.

Kintae's eyes fight to stay open as the mind-numbing pain lances through his 
skull. Gutterkaw's Left Butt Wart! What was THAT?! He too stumbles as the ground 
shifts and moves, turning into blades beneath him. Thank fully, this goback 
always wears his shin bracers, though sadly,it's been too hot to wear the beast 
plate. Dropping to his knees on the sharp rocks, Kintae barely manages to get 
the shield between exposed ribs and deadly rock, landing flat on his stomach. 
Panting, he turns his head, to look to Kahvi. She didn't get tangled up on this, 
did she?!? Oh no!

Kahvi and five other GoBacks are glad to be out of the radius, but those six 
that attacked aren't quite as lucky. All of the warriors scream in pain as the 
pain-send reaches them, not prepared at all for this. And then the cracking of 
the earth and the spikes shooting upward, spearing two of the GoBacks which are 
more or less instantly dead. The others fall to the ground, one of the spear-
carriers having already aimed for Ryriel .. but the spear fails to hit the goal 
and runs hard into the ground somewhere next to Ryriel while the carrier falls 
to the ground, his leg pierced by broken bone. One of the two attackers of 
Imriel falls to the ground as well, his left arm having been slit open while the 
sword fell out of his hands, the other one is just as blinded by the black-send, 
but is able to escape any other major injuries, and so his sword aimed for 
Imriel's torso misses his actual goal, slitting the twin's left leg open. Not a 
too serious damage, but hopefully it will distract him for a while... And Kahvi? 
Well, Kahvi is just as unprepared as everyone else, and falling to her knees and 
holding her head, it takes some plenty of moments before she gets back up again, 
now screaming in rage and shouting insults at the twins.

Ooooh, now that blacksend brings tears to Ktai's eyes, though mostly in part due 
to memory of blacksends, and not the actual pain from this one. She reaches up 
to wipe them away and to keep an eye on those who are combating. As Savith 
sends, she winces, but isn't in any position to offer assistance. As Yeyeen 
drops, Ktai's magic sweeps out to attempt the catch, and perhaps lessen any 
injury incurred.

Pain. Imriel knows pain. He's been hit in the leg with a crossbow bolt in the 
past, but the pain he now has, slicing through his mind is far worse than the 
rending of flesh. The flesh rent now, is not enough to tear his focus from the 
one above. A groan escapes his lips as he struggles against the might of magic 
wielded from above. Only for that groan to change to a moan as his right 
shoulder is sliced open as Flashfire's thrown spear misses the intended target, 
and catches him instead. He then goes down to his knees, as his left leg 
trembles then goes out from underneath him, sliced and slowly beginning to bleed 
when the sword of a Go-Back cuts through his thin clothes. A strange sending 
comes from him, ** Let me go! Help me! Please! ** The thought sounding feminine, 
and utterly unlike the elf it comes from. A squashing of that voice is then 
given, followed by his eyes flashing orange and brilliant, looking over towards 
the nearest elf. The Go-Back that cut him, a shrply sent command follows, only 
for pain from above to wash over him again.

"Ahhh!" Moonshade shrieks and stops in mid-dash, hands going to her head. The 
pain may be diluted, but it is felt just the same. That was unexpected and so 
like past experiences that it completely distracts her. After a few beats her 
mind begins to clear. Ah-ha! The call of someone needing help. Savith's send 
does not go unnoticed. She changes direction and runs to him. Fortunately for 
her, the razor sharp rocks that appear magically are not anywhere near her. When 
she reaches Savith, she rips at the wrapstuff on his face. Must restore 
breathing! The Chosen are fighters and needed on the field. Must restore Chosen!

Kureel grins a moment longer as he sees the preserver fall.. nasty thing.. The 
black sending is a minor annoyance, shaken off, he's had worse for his first 
meal. He then sets his jaw as new orders are received. He floats gently upwards, 
a foot or so off the ground, ready to act further, and then the ground erupts, 
jagged spires of rock threaten the arrogant Chosen, and rip through his flesh as 
his leg is impaled on an out jutting rock, holding him fast in the air gritting 
his teeth in agony. Then, in some ironic twist of fate, the Arrow that Strongbow 
fires downfield strikes him in the shoulder.. the archer must have accidental 
fired his Kureel-seeking arrows. The oft Arrowed Chosen hangs limply in the air, 
apparently still conscious, for he does still float, though the spear falls from 
his hands to the broken ground below.

Kureel locksends, to Winnowill, Savah, Yeyeen, Savith: ** Of course my Lor...... 
ARGHG! <umm pain!> **

Sensed in a locksend to Winnowill, Imriel, Ryriel, Savah: Imriel's mind feels 
almost as if it could burst from all the power being driven into it, that, and 
he has another screaming to be set free. He sends a ripple of blacksend back 
towards the two above, his mind seeking to link to his brotheres: its his only 
hope at the moemnt.

The razor sharp rocks spring forth all round Savith, and tear into his back. 
Unable to draw the breath to scream, his mind screams instead. The pain of the 
blacksend still reddening the sight of his closed eyelids. Rolling, Savith lucky 
rolls off the sharp rocks, but succeeds in tearing through his uniform furhter, 
blood profusely. And then hands settle upon him, and pull the webbing from his 
face. A mighty gasp, and intake of breath, is taken. Air. Sweet blessed air! 
Just what he needed! And the CHosen's struggles are renewed, pulling off the 
last of the more binding wrapstuff as his eyes open.

Sensed in a locksend to Imriel, Ryriel, Savah: Winnowill's mind breaks off, the 
combination of blacksending surprise, and Her chosen's pain being linked to Her 
mind a passing distraction, you have a breath, perhaps two before she regains 
her facilities.

In a locksend, to Winnowill, Imriel, Savah: Ryriel can't. He just can't! There's 
too much going on. He can't. He can't spare... but his brother! His brother 
needs... Torn, Ryriel can't gift his brother the support Imriel was looking for.

Yeyeen almost snorths distainfully as Ktai's magics arrest her fall enough for 
her to regain her control. Stupid blacksend. Should have been prepared for that. 
The pain of it is easily cleared and forgotten, for she too has felt her Lord's 
wrath more than once. Seeing the tide of battle quickly changing, the glideress 
darts quickly towards Ryriel, swinging the but of her spear towards his temple 
with all the strength her magic can lend her. Hopefully it will give Kuriel a 
chance to get out........then again, no big loss.

Viresse flies down from above.

Ryriel too gasps at the pain that fills his mind. Struggling to remained focused 
on the physical battle raging, he must leave his brother weak against the mental 
attacks being leveled at them. But this means that he too can not draw upon his 
brother's mental strengths. As Imriel goes down, the remaining preserver, just 
now flying back from having wrapped Savith, zips toward Yeyeen as she charges 
Ryriel. "Bad flyhighthing," it shouts at the Chosen as it spits at her as well. 
Meanwhile, taking a breath, Ryriel launches yet another assault on Kureel. His 
eyes smolder like red ash, and a hand dips backward. A puddle of magic collects 
in his palm, growing stronger as he seems to 'throw' the ball of sparkling hot 
firestarting magic at Kureel, aimming for center mass........ HADOKEN!

Sensed in a locksend to Imriel, Ryriel, Savah: Winnowill barrels her mind, and 
Savah's along with it, down the slope to the conflagration below, she could do 
nothing about the latest flame of firestarting magic, she was too distracted, 
but **THIS ENDS!** She screams in a rage built upon confidence, power and the 
overwhelming sense that none save Herself deserve to claim such power, a feeling 
of certainty that if these Twins are allowed to continue, then all will be lost. 
She begins the process of tearing Ryriel's mind to shreds, quickly, and 
savagely.

Taking chances..it's something that has to be done sometimes if a threat is to 
be stopped. Flashfire circles the outskirts of the spiked rock's radius, quickly 
looking for some way to get closer since his spear has been used already. It 
scored a hit and Imriel's in trouble from a few wounds, but Ryriel is still a 
very dangerous threat. The lanky wolfelf makes it around to one side of Ryriel, 
more towards his backside, that sharp 'field' of rock still to be dealt with. 
There is an opening: a downed GoBack, impaled on the rocks with his shield still 
in hand, covering a section of rock. Swallowing, he rushes forward and jumps, 
springing off the shield in an attempt to catch Ryriel, claws out and ready to 
sink in.

Strongbow . He's the artillery unit of the group, and yes, chances must be 
taken. He again quick fires two more arrows into the group, not aiming for 
anything in particular, but hoping to just keep the twins busy with one more 
thing to worry about. Oh, and Kureel.... umm.. oops? Did I forget to take those 
Kureel-seekers out of my quiver? My bad! ;)

With a grunt, the large frame of Joth shudders as his arm is pulled from the 
broken shield straps. That hurt. Hurt a lot. The warrior looks up, and notices 
Ryriel not paying attention to him. 'Heres my chance....' the thought comes, as 
his muscles bunch and the elf springs. With luck, the troll of an elf will get 
to use his one advantage over the twins. His great strength. Joth tries to wrap 
his arms around Ryriel in the bear hugs he's become famous for and 'bare' 
(pardon the pun) the other elf into a bed of his own spikes.

Kintae pushes himself up with the point of his sword, getting to his feet 
uneasily amidst the sharp rocks. No where to go! No one to strike at! It's a go-
back's worst nightmare!!!!

It seems as if the Goback that was able to injure Imriel now seems to be 
changed. He takes the sword up from the ground, completely ignoring Imriel and 
swinging his sword at the nearest elf close to him -- Kintae. The other two 
Gobacks that can still halfly move try to get out of the range of the twins at 
order from their chieftess, while the rest of five GoBacks are now launching an 
attack on Imriel and Ryriel after having recovered from the send-attack, trying 
to calculate the other attackers in into their own attack; two at Imriel -- one 
with spear, one with sword and of course shields-- and three on Ryriel -- two 
with spears, one with sword --, assisting the other elves in attacking them. The 
spikes just hinder them a bit as they move quickly through them and trying to 
make their way to the twins before they notice. Kahvi herself now runs up to 
Kintae and that particular GoBack, taking the luck of the moment, aiming with 
the rear end of the spear to his head before this attacking GoBack can surprise 
Kintae in a nasty way -- and knocks him out. Like a stone he sails to the ground 
and remains there, unconscious, "Kintae, get him out of here! All you others, 
try to NOT look into their eyes!" And then she turns to face Imriel, "Now you 
are gonna pay for all the pain that you have caused." She doesn't even take time 
to spit out the words standing there, but swings the spear to get enough 
strength into it to run it Imriel's torso, being hyperly careful of not looking 
into his eyes, which might lower her chances of seeing what he intends to do, 
but then, she is capable enough of understanding body-language.

Snort as you will, Chosen, the exiled Traitor's magic likely saved your pretty 
little face. Ktai's magic falls away from Yeyeen as she senses the Chosen 
regathering her strength, and now, almost reluctantly, a sendril sweeps across 
to where Tsoran landed. She'd really rather just leave him there, but she can 
well imagine the look in Savah's eyes if she didn't help... so she binds her 
thoughts about this particular elf up into a neat little ball and begins lifting 
him into the air with the intent of bringing him closer so that she may see what 
she can possibly to do help. The last time she was in a battle, she recalls, it 
was against the Humans in Sorrow's End... and she was doing much the same thing. 
Retrieval and what little treatment she can administer. What she'd give for 
Mender right about now...

There is a moment, where Imriel looks pleased with himself, a thought coming to 
mind, and then.. a scream is let loose as that blasted pain blasts through his 
mind once again. His hands go to his head, and he sits up on his knees, without 
his brother, those in his mind, he can not keep out. And then, before any blows 
are landed, his body goes limp. Leaving him utterly defenseless, and apt to, in 
a moment, turn into a pin cushion.

Let's see, Checklist time. Razor sharp rock impaling leg, Check. Arrow through 
shoulder, check. And lets add to the list.. on FIRE!!! Um... ow, Kureel, still 
almost conscious, whips his head back and howls and open mouthed scream that 
could put a wolfrider to shame in its pain and sorrow.. for while he feels his 
body being racked with pain, moreso he feels the greater pain, the pain of 
failing, he has not done as his Lord asked, he has failed. Death is a passing 
second to that. As his body flames, and his howl subsides, his magic cuts out, 
bringing him to the ground, and thankfully allowing his leg to pull from the 
impaling rock with a sickening splourch.

Sensed in a locksend to Winnowill, Ryriel, Savah: Imriel reaches blindly through 
the pain, escape. How do you escape pain, you leave your body of course! Astral 
he goes, he needs escape, yet the pain follows him. He can feel that soul 
searing locksend of blackened anger and agony. Its then, he sees those that work 
to thwart him, and not for the one he came for, does he dart - but the other, 
The one, blazing like the daystar, adding power to the moth like one.

Sensed in a locksend to Winnowill, Savah, Savith: Kureel sends with his last 
breath of consciousness, shame and defeat. **My Lord <red ringed pain warbles> I 
have failed you... I'm...>** Flatline, brain at least.

Moonshade scans the field for elves needing assistance, aside from the obvious 
two she will never help. No. This is not happening. The living elf that she sees 
first is Kureel. A very brief battle of hatred versus need to preserve elf lives 
ensues. In the end, she decides to help her mate's arch-enemy. Oh, that hurts in 
a way that wounds do not. She maneuvers carefully around the sharp, stone death 
spikes to Kureel. Ack! He's on fire! She uses her body to put out the majority 
of the flames. She screams in pain as she does so. This hurts physically now as 
well as emotionally. Once he is fully extinguished, she reaches underneath his 
shoulder and grabs the portion of the arrow that is sticking through. "Don't 
move!" she screams at him. She pulls with all of her strength and the arrow 
slides all the way through. Ouch.

Strongbow senses in a locksend, Moonshade is feeling excruciating pain! Fire! 
Burn! Pain! Shame? Resentment? Yes, shame and resentment. One word sums it all 
up. ** Kureel. ** The hatred and anger embedded in the name flames as much as 
flesh.

Finally free of enough of the wrapstuff to move, Savith gets to his feet just in 
time to see Kureel drop. Puckernuts! Reaching out with as much of his gifts as 
he can muster, one Chosen rescues the other. Hey look! It's a game of tug of 
war, and Kureel's the thing being tugged on. With his eyes closed, Savith can't 
tell what's got him, only that something does. Not good!

The elfess's charge stops as the preserver moves to interfear. A quick though of 
pulling Kureel's trick of holding it still with magic and taking a swing crosses 
Yeyeen's mind before her Lords orders come echoing through her memories. A deft 
change of tatics, and a mentel hold on the little bug as Yeyeen lands in front 
of Imerial, shielding him with her body from the others. **BACK OFF** she 
mentally screams at the encroaching elves before glancing at the preserver in 
her grasp and pointing at the elf under her feet. "Preserver....do." she 
commands, releasing the butterfly bug to work.

Unaware of the battle raging before the slopes of Blue Mountain, a tall willowy 
figure appears from the south, carrying a brace of ravvits. Viresse drops her 
catch, her colourless eyes widening in dismay and shock at the grim, bitter 
conflict. To one side, Moonshade is busily extinguishing Kureel. She espies Ktai 
lifting a body... it looks like Tsoran... and glides quickly to her side, 
avoiding the fight as much as possible. A quick send to the other glider as she 
holds out her hands, offering to take him, ** Ktai... give him to me. I will 
take him into the Mountain. **

One from the left, a troll of an elf. One from the right, a wolf of an elf. And 
in the middle: Ryriel. The two get to Ryriel before the mass of gobacks could, 
and the frail elf staggers under the weight of it and stumbles down to the 
ground and onto those nasty spikes he had shaped but mere moments ago. There's a 
flare of magic, which can be felt by all that have even the tiniest touch of 
Magic Feeling. Fire. Fire mingles with stone which mingles with fleah shaping 
which mingles with a sending the likes of which only Strongbow is known for. 
**NO! Not like this! Not like this! BROTHER,** does Ryriel cry out as he feels 
the claws and fangs of the Black Snake, sharpened by the heat of the Daystar 
itself, tear and pierce his very soul. With the cry, the last of his magic 
escapes him in a firey explosion, sending tiny shards of splittered rock, 
shattering from their bases by the force of his magic, flying in all directions. 
These bits of shrapnel are heated to smoldering. And those nearest to him? Those 
actually touching his flesh? Well, healing gone twisted, and fleshshaping being 
flailed about in a vain attempt to lend a hand (pun intended), the feeling of 
which rips and cracks across their flesh. But the real target? Well, is that 
very same elf that causes it, for part of his magic works to try to sustain the 
flesh. It makes his skin, his sinew, his muscle, and his bone into the 
consistancy of a nice thick tapioca pudding, thus allowing the weight of 
anything pressing down upon him to... um.. well... sink in, as it were.

Flashfire oofs at first, when Ryriel doesn't go down quite as expected thanks to 
Joth's own charge. It at least gives them all a moment of..closeness, and with a 
snarl Flashfire slashes at Ryriel's midsection with a hand as they tumble. ** 
Stop..this..NOW! ** he sends with as much force as he can muster, but he's far 
from the strongest sender in the entire group. That's the least of his worries, 
though. As the three tumble he gets a spike in his left shoulder, enough to draw 
a yelp of pain. That's only the start of it. As he claws at Ryriel again, the 
explosion of magic erupts and he howls out in pain when the molten rock rips 
through him, close enough without warning that there's nothing he can do to 
avoid it, dozens of wounds beginning to ooze blood that stains his already 
reddish fur. He does what he can to roll away and separate himself from the elf, 
but worse things follow when the painful fleshshaping and twisted healing take 
effect. Still leaning partially on Ryriel, the best he can do with all the other 
hurts already sapping his strength is whimper when he feels a hand and arm 
trying to meld together with Ryriel's flesh, sending further, stronger pain all 
the way to his head. Finally, he scrabbles off of him in a last-ditch attempt to 
get away, but with all the blood lose from the heated shrapnel his body goes 
into arrest. He pants openly, eyes glazing over as his breathing begins to slow. 
He's losing the fight to live, body failing him.

With his arrows going wide, as he was expecting, and now having far too many in 
close quarters with the twins, Strongbow lowers his bow and stops loosing arrows 
into the fray. As Ryriel's magic shatters the the rock, Strongbow recoils, 
bringing an arm up to protect his face even as Kindle whines, turning to one 
side. Tiny bits of hot rock sink into both elf and wolf, dotting Strongbow with 
the stinging stones. Fortunately, the archer was just far enough away to not get 
hit with a lethal amount of it. But how about those at ground zero?

Pain, pain, pain! Joth's world erupts into a fiery red as the elf beneath him 
erupts into a fountain of magical energies. His own flesh and sinew betray him 
as the wild shaping magic takes form beneath him. Fire, pain, rip, tear, 
exploding stones, red hot shrapnel, peircing, hurting, oh high ones make it 
stop!.........'Kahvi....failed....I wasn't strong..enough....Forgive....Palace 
calling...' blacknes. Blessed darkness and release as Joth flees from the 
conscious world.

Ktai gratefully offers up the limp form of the unconscious glider to Viresse, 
for she has no desire to truly assist Tsoran, but she'd do what she had to do. 
Even if that means helping those that she does not care for. The magic 
expenditure catches her attention, and for a moment, Tsoran's figure falters in 
the air, but she catches him and sends him up towards Viresse, considering her 
options. Does she dare risk getting closer...?

Standing in the middle of the field of rocks, Kintae's magic feeling screams at 
him as the rocks begin to viberate just before they explode. Kahvi! His eyes 
snap to his chieftess. With all the shards, she's too near, and he knows, in her 
heart, this would most likely kill her. If only he were close enough to be her 
shield... A shield! She needs her shield! Brows draw up, and his hand reaches 
out to his chieftess. "Kahvi," he shouts, wishing he could just appear before 
her, his shield between her and harm. And that's when it happens, the first true 
glimmer of controlled magic from a go-back. It takes the shape of Kintae's round 
brightmetal shield, appearing and hovering before Kahvi. The shield glitters 
brightly, glinting like ice-metal each time a new piece of stone slams against 
it. Sadly, this leaves Kintae with absolutely no protection against the shrapnel 
at his own feet.

The three Gobacks approaching Ryriel can't protect themselves early enough 
against the flying shards, and are damaged by them before they can raise their 
shields to protect them against more of those, but just one of them falls to the 
ground for a moment, yet their rage is so carrying, that they are not unable to 
continue fighting. Even if bleeding horrible, they continue their way towards 
Ryriel, and it seems as if there is one thought on their mind: Not this time, 
even if they have to crawl towards Ryriel, they will try to hurt and kill him. 
But, they hold back as they see what is happening to Flashfire and Joth, not 
knowing what to do. The other two GoBacks which had been launching for Imriel 
are being damaged from the back, and both go to the ground, unconscious and 
bleeding heavily.

The chieftess' green eyes shoot with fire as she sees the shards flying into the 
other GoBacks, automatically expecting pain, but then there is this shield, 
Kintae's magical shield protecting her from damage. Her eyes turn to Kintae, but 
she appears to be paralyzed, ignoring everything else around her, turning back 
to watch the so hated enemy drop to the ground. She couldn't have stopped her 
movements anyway, even if she wanted to, all of her very being focused on this 
final step -- and so the cold metal cuts right into the twin's heart. But, 
Kahvi's expression is not that of a triumphing victor. While the rage calms 
down, there comes a bitter expression to her as she turns the spear's blade 
around in the elf's body, making sure Imriel is dead.

Moonshade drops to the ground in agonizing pain as molten rock pummels her skin. 
The damage is fairly minimal compared to that of the elves closer to the blast, 
but the feeling of flesh burnt by unexpected molten rock is not lessened. She 
lies on the ground prone, face contorted by the bloodcurdling scream of severe 
pain. After the initial moment of pain passes, her scream dies away, but she 
continues to lie with her face down.

Ktai locksends, to Flashfire: Ktai's send is a curious probe, to see if you are 
conscious enough to perhaps receive her send at all.

Ktai senses in a locksend: Flashfire's answer doesn't come for a few seconds. 
When it does it's very weak, as if it's difficult to hold on with his physical 
body so ravaged by injury. He doesn't even say anything yet, struggling to do 
this much. If he loses consciousness, it's over.

Ktai locksends, to Flashfire: Ktai's send to Flashfire is strong and bright, 
though she herself has no abilities of the mind. ** Stay with me, send to me. 
Come closer and I'll help. **

(Correction made in Imriel’s pose, regarding Kahvi’s actions, as Yeyeen’s 
position was not taken into account).

Unconscious. Imriel is utterly still, though he is not dead as the slow rise and 
fall of chest indicate. Kahvi rushes forward, Yeyeen drops down, blocking the 
charge, but Kahvi, the adept warrior, changes hold on weapon, and moves to swipe 
and thrust from the side in a moving charge, landing a blow on Imriel. A long 
gash opens up on his side, just as the little preserver squeees and rushes to 
begin spooting goo all over Imriel. The preserver's webbing, just beginning, and 
the rock surrounding Ryriel and Imriel, explodes in heated bits. An inert elf, 
unconscious, unprotected and bleeding can not hope to escape. The heated rocks 
bore into his own flesh, sizzling and singeing muscle below. He falls to the 
side, breath ragged, and slowing fast.

Kureel is unconscious, and is pretty sure he *isnt* bleeding, due to the flames 
he recalls being all over him. His spirit stubbornly clings to this place, he 
must protect his Lord, cannot let these murderers destroy everything he holds so 
dear.

Savith was so not expecting flying bits of rock! Cringing, Savith lifts from the 
ground and flies backward, getting hit with a few pieces of the stone. Shaking 
it off, and working past the burns, the Chosen surveys the area quickly. Brother 
down, and near that wolfess. But she's someone's soulmate, isn't she? He glances 
at Strongbow. That one's. Flying above the carnage, Savith hovers above the 
pair, and reaches down to collect them, gripping Moonshade's wrist in one hand 
and Kureel's belt with the other. **Up, Brother. Up, cousin,** he sends to those 
he collects.

Ktai senses in a locksend: Flashfire's send-sense flickers, like trying to 
maintain hold of a slippery rope as gravity pulls from below. Everything hurts, 
and it would be easier to just let go and accept what fate seems to have in mind 
for him. ** T-trying.. ** he manages weakly.

Yeyeen sneers as Kahvi sidesteps her and starts to bring her magic to bear on 
the goback as the ground all around explodes into a world of flying sharpnel. 
Ever been at ground zero when a grenade went off? Well, Yeyeen now has. Tiny 
bits of heated stone rip into her unprotected back and cause the elfess to lurch 
forward a moment. She looks dazed, her magics failing her, as she sinks to her 
knees. 'I failed.' she thinks to herself as blood starts to stream down her 
body. A cough, a bit of blood bubbling to her lips as she blankly stares at 
Kahvi.

Ktai locksends, to Flashfire: Ktai's send flickers back like a breeze over 
parched senses. ** Don't try, just do. ** Granted, she has no idea who he is, 
but she's not going to let him fade away.

Viresse accepts Tsoran's limp form from Ktai, her attention momentarily diverted 
by the explosion and spray of debris falling over the field. Wincing, she 
staggers momentarily under Tsoran's weight before she regains her balance, 
rising into the air as she carries him up towards the summit of the Mountain. 
She doesn't look back, concentrating only on getting the Chosen away from the 
battle.
Viresse pushes the air away and lifts higher... and higher...

Skywise has stayed on the outskirts of the battle, not for cowardice, but more 
to preserve himself for dodging into the thick of things and dragging the 
wounded and unconscious (and some dead?) out of the battle and out of the 
immediate range of the onslaugt of magic and burning shards of rock and the 
like. This is one of those times it's wise to dodge in and grab everyone he 
possibly can. Though his body is smaller than many of the victims of the heated 
shrapnel attack, Skywise is strong and dives into ground zero and scoops up some 
of his fallen kin. Seeing the little cluster of three GoBacks crawling painfully 
from ground zero, Skywise scopps one under his arm and a second over his 
shoulder, then offers a hand to the third in the hopes he or she will be able to 
help drag themself. The going is slow - probably too slow, but Skywise can't 
bear to leave one behind. The sharp and still heated stone shards under their 
feet crackle and punch holes in their shoes and feet, though this isn't a time 
to stop moving. They move as fast as they can out of harms way, hoping with 
every breath that they can move more quickly than the twins can recover and 
attack again.

Ryriel's spirit flees his body, making its way toward the Palace of the High 
Ones.

Flashfire's eyes flutter, focusing on nothing as his head rolls to one side, a 
trail of blood running down from the edge of his mouth. Somehow, he landed on 
his back and the shrapnel missed his heart, his eyes, his brain. Wounds mar the 
rest of his body, blood beginning to pool around him. He still breathes, but it 
fluctuates between that of someone struggling to hang on vs. someone ready to 
let go of his damaged body. Lying on his side, he quivers a couple times and 
curls up a bit, closing his eyes. If he lets 'sleep' take over, he will not 
awaken. Would Cutter, his adoptive father, give up so easily? He would 
not..perhaps that thought helps him hold on as long as he can, wanting to see 
the face of Bearclaw's son again. Flashfire is not of their blood, but that 
doesn't matter now. However, time is running out. The Palace is close. Would his 
soul go there? Would it just roam the lands instead? Skywise is barely noticed, 
helping the trio of GoBacks. It might be too dangerous to move the wolfelf, 
though.

Strongbow feels his mate get hit by the shrapnel, and sends out for her, 
spurring Kindle to run the circumference of the still trecherous rock pit and 
toward ...wait? Is that a glider.... helping Moonshade up? Whoa.

In a locksend to Moonshade, Strongbow is very worried about you! **Eryn!**

Ktai senses in a locksend: Flashfire doesn't say anything more just now, instead 
focusing on not losing this bit of contact.

The large Goback lays still, his weight still upon the empty shell of Ryriel's 
body. Blood pools beneath Joth, as his frame shudders, struggling to breath as 
his systems start to shut down.

With Kahvi saved and nothing protecting himself, Kintae's bare and unprotected 
flesh gets swiss-cheesed by the flying rock that struck him. The last thing his 
eyes ever saw was that glimmering shield appearing before Kahvi, and then... he 
sees with a new set of eyes.

Having left Kintae's shield in order to try to kill Imriel, shards flew right 
into Kahvi's legs, three of them and leaving her bleeding. Actually, upon closer 
examination, there are many little scratches, yet less than on others that were 
standing so near by. Her right leg seems to be hurt most, the grey leather 
turning on a much darker and red shade as the blood seeps through. Yet, Kahvi 
doesn't seem to notice. There is a cold fire starting to burn behind her eyes as 
she turns to Yeyeen, almost growling at her, "Trollshit and rotten fish guts, 
what the bloody palace do you think you ARE? They must be killed, BOTH of them!" 
She doesn't care for Yeyeen's statement, and she doesn't care for the preserver 
that wraps Imriel in its web now. "Curse you." Leaning down to her, there is an 
unamused smirk as she spits to the ground next to Yeyeen before she turns around 
to Ryriel, walking up to him and hoping to be able to kill at least him, not 
noticing that his spirit has left his body.

(Staffer Twinkle takes over posing Kahvi, with Kahvi’s players permission)

Ktai pauses, those onyx eyes looking over the area, taking in the scene, and 
decides that if there was ever a time for any of the High Ones and Firstborn 
that were supposedly in her lineage to be paying attention, now's that time. She 
rises into the air, drawing on magics that normally stay quiet, darting quickly 
through and across to the fallen wolf-elf that she's been desperately sending to 
stay focused. ** Don't you give up on me, don't you dare give up on me. ** 
Granted, when she ultimately discovers who he is, she'll likely have a good bout 
of amusement, given that he once shot her in the arm with an arrow. What a way 
to return the favor. Magic snakes out, she's reaching for him with her arms, 
even as her magics pull him ever so slowly from the pull of the world. Is she 
too late? She can't know until she has him safely back by the tents.

Moonshade dangles from Savith's magical hold. She looks around the battlefield 
from her higher vantage. It's a gruesome scene and she takes it all in. The 
image is just more than she is used to despite everything she has done in her 
life. This is war and no matter how necessary, war is not the Way. The burnt 
survivors and mangled casualties are unbearable. Tears stream down her cheeks. 
She looks down again and her eyes rest on Strongbow.

As the ragged breathing slows, the spooting of the Preserver slows. And then 
Leafdrop, the spooting preserver, looks rather sad as it perches on Imriel's 
shoulder. "Aww, highthing all gone," it states rather despondently. It then 
looks up with big, sad, plaintive eyes, wondering what to do now. HoneyGold, the 
Preserver smacked over into a tree trunk, finally make sit to its feet. Its 
little wings all crumpled and torn. Frustrated, it mutters in high pitched 
preserver speak, wanting its nut-cap back.

Moonshade locksends to Strongbow, ** Wyl! ** Her send is grief stricken. She is 
horrified by the outcome below her. All she wants now is to be home in the Holt 
in your arms where things a simpler and safer. ** It's too much. **

Strongbow locksends to Moonshade, Strongbow grips your soul to his even as his 
body draws near. **I know, beloved. I know. But soon. Soon we'll howl and 
forget.**

Savith pulls and hauls Moonshade and Kureel both from the charred rocky mess, 
straining his powers to do everything carefully and quickly and injured to boot! 
Spotting Strongbow, the Chosen lowers himself, dropping down to gentle hand over 
Moonshade. Green eyes settle to brown ones briefly as the Chosen nods. That's 
all the time he can take. Kureel is injured, and Savith doesn't know how badly. 
And then there's Yeyeen! **Sister,** his mental call rings over the battle field 
while Savith's hands shift Kureel into a wedding-carry.

Flashfire had that accident with Ktai so long ago, he was much different than he 
is now. Otherwise, it would be quite odd for someone not to recognize him given 
his appearance. He can feel himself being lifted, body limp. The hurts are 
enough that he just groans in general, no particular one causing it more than 
any other. There is still a chance. He looks at the one helping him, the same 
one sending to him, and somehow, something registers. "K..tai?" he whispers, 
voice raspy, weak.

Yeyeen struggles to her feet, bleeding freely as she turns to survey the twins a 
moment before turning to Kahvi with a hateful glare. She caused it. She's to 
blame for my failure. That filthy animal that thinks it's on elf, Yeyeen thinks 
to herself, eyes smoldering at Kahvi before she almost clumsly floats from the 
ground and starts towards the mountain. **Coming Brother.** she sends weakly 
back to Savith.

Strongbow returns the Chosen's nod as his arms wrap about his mate protectively. 
A gentle send soothes to Moonshade's mind as Kindle turns and heads toward the 
forest, and Lostholt's camp. As he goes, Strongbow gets a mental count of those 
in the Lostholt contingiant that were here, looking to see who's alive, and who 
needs to be howled for. **Skywise? Flashfire?** The rest stayed behind, didn't 
they?

In a locksend to Ktai, Strongbow, Skywise, Flashfire, Moonshade, Joth, Yeyeen, 
Savith: Winnowill returns from the Void, and sends urgently, **Get those wounded 
to the tents, direct Gloomwing to those who are near death until I can arrive, 
see to those you can, While I tend to those seriously wounded first.**

Joth continues to shudder softly with each passing moment, the pool of blood 
beneath him growing larger and larger.

There is no more life in Kintae, for he is dead.

Skywise and the wounded Gobacks reach the outskirts of the camp and the less 
wounded Skywise lays them down with many of the other wounded and gives them 
each a pouch of pain killing herbs. The past several weeks Skywise has busied 
himself with gathering these herbs and rationing them into individual pouches, 
for he knew there would be many wounded and few or no healers there to assist. 
Though the herbs won't do much to heal the wounds, they will still the pain for 
a time, until, hopefully, there will be someone skilled enough to help them. 
Having set the Go's up Skywise turns back to the ending battle, blood and mud 
and rock dust smattered all over him, and he picks his way swiftly and deftly 
back towards ground zero to rescue anyone else he's got half a chance of 
carrying. Spotting the very bloody and bleeding Joth, Skywise moves to her side 
and lifts her as gingerly as he can, sending gently of his presence and that she 
will be cared for shortly and not to worry.

Ktai's send is somewhat surprised, and it tingles with that as she cradles him 
into her arms and draws him back out of harm's way. ** Yes, I am Ktai...? ** 
There's a definite sense that she does not know who he is, but it doesn't matter 
right now. Oh! A Preserver! Her voice rings out clearly across the area. 
"Preserver! You want something to do? Come and do!" There is, after all, an 
injured highthing in her arms.

Eveshka flies down from above.

>From above, a preserver, its body black, and wings magenta and electric blue,. 
wings down slowly from above, "Gloomwing do?" The question seems asked of any 
and everyone.

Strongbow senses in a locksend, Moonshade is relieved you are not among the dead 
or dying. Her own wounds hurt, but she is pretty sure she'll live.

In a locksend to Moonshade, Strongbow is BEYOND happy to hear that, because 
after all, you're the only thing the matters. Sure, the tribe and that, but 
without you... -shudder- **Rest, beloved. The fight is over.**

An odd pair to say the least, though it seems to be a day for it, Black and 
white hair swirl together around Elf and Lord alike as Eveshka, her face only 
slightly betraying a constant strain that she is determined to push through, 
floats the Lord down to the battlefield, Winnowill herself looking a bit 
drained. She sends openly and simply. **Bring me to those that need healing 
most.**

Flashfire's eyes just close, unresponsive to Ktai any further as he bleeds on 
her a bit. If he makes it through this, perhaps he'll get the chance to answer 
her. For once, if a Preserver is to wrap him, he's not exactly objecting. It 
sure wouldn't hurt. If all goes well, there will be no need to howl for him.

Moonshade dives into Strongbow's arms and wraps her own around him. She allows 
herself the luxury of burying her face in his chest for only a moment. She then 
pulls herself together and looks to Strongbow. "Gather up the wounded." She 
looks to Gloomwing, "Preserver!" She waves to the preserver and directs it to 
Flashfire. "Wrap!"

Ktai draws up at the send. Winnowill. Well, that's not the healer that she'd 
prefer, but she turns in midair, her broken and bleeding charge within her arms. 
Flashfire's seen much better days, and if Ktai has anything to do with it, will 
see a few more. "This one... is close to dying..." And if the Preserver gets to 
her charge first, well, that's good too.

Moonshade locksends ** Not now. We have to save them. >>them seems to include 
all of the injured<< ** to Strongbow.

Oh thank the High One's Winnowill is here! Carrying Kureel, Savith flies to 
Winnowill eyeing Eveshka a moment before settling upon the ground. Though 
injured himself, Kureel is far worse off. **My Brother, My Lord,** he sends, 
glancing back to look for Yeyeen. She's still moving on her own, but Kureel... 
Kureel is... He turns back to Winnowill, concern in his eyes. He's no healer.

Eveshka's magic breaks off the moment that her Lord is safely on the ground, and 
she herself makes a rather unsteady landing. Worn, weary, she looks to her Lord 
for a moment. ** My Lord, ** She sends, completely ignoring the presence of her 
mother, ** Shall I bring Savah as well? **

Strongbow nods to Moonshade and lets go, albeit relunctantly. Moving from his 
wolffriend he begins helping with the clean up. So many bodies...

Gloomwing Twitters happily, OO someone said Her name!!!! Oh, but Pretty Dark has 
her.... Ooo Pointy face Glidething!!! Gloomwing circles down to Kureel's form 
and almost pouts as it begins SPOOTing goo all over the bleeding and crispy 
Chosen.

Yeyeen is but a moment behind Savith, injured quite healivy herself, but 
unwilling to bring herself forward for healing. She merely joins the leghting 
line of those lieing on the ground awaiting the healers touch.

Strongbow senses in a locksend, Moonshade sends as Savith settles by Winnowill 
with Kureel in his arms. Disgust fills her send, but there is also a resigned 
feeling about her. ** I had to help Kureel. **

In a locksend to Moonshade, Strongbow takes that in, and with no measure of joy 
admits, **I missed.... and hit Kureel.** Damn...

Winnowill speaks quickly, before walking to Ktai to begin the healing glowing 
nimbus that will hopefully keep Flashfire alive. "No Eveshka, rest here, help 
the wounded, Savah can ask one of the other Chosen to bring her if she needs 
to." She settles in and begins the taxing, and not gentle task of healing as 
quickly as possible the batter elf.

Moonshade locksends ** I know. ** She does not blame at all. ** I removed the 
arrow. That is not the wound that will kill him if he dies. ** to Strongbow.

In a locksend to Moonshade, Strongbow is only somewhat relieved by that.

Eveshka nods, but instead of sinking into an exhausted puff of Sorrow's End 
silks and long silver hair, she begins the ageless task of recovery. A moment 
passes, and she comes to a complete halt, what little color there may have been 
in her face draining completely. ** The Palace? What of Suntop? **

In a locksend, to Winnowill, Suntop: Eveshka's send flashes across, though she 
is growing weary, a quick sense. Is Suntop well?

Sensed in a locksend to Eveshka, Winnowill: Suntop goes hurtling back to his 
body from the Astral Plane and actually blocks the incoming send. He cannot be 
distracted now.

Moonshade locksends ** They were too close together. You didn't mean it. ** Her 
send is comforting, warm, trusting, and loving. ** War is not the Way. ** Her 
mind floods briefly with images of the two dead twins. ** That's why. It's 
wrong. ** to Strongbow.

Kahvi turns, the fire of battle still burning in her eyes but, with nowhere to 
direct it, she turns ferociously around with her weapon still hot with the evil 
elf's blood. With nowhere to direct this burning adrenaline, Kahvi does what 
seems most natural - she lets a blood curdling, animalistic scream escape her 
lips, one half victorious, one half livid that there was not more that could be 
done to these two evil elves. This done, she moves in a flurry to start 
gathering up the dead and wounded, though she begins with the wounded. The pain 
she feels in her leg is ignored as she works through the pain to help those 
still in need. The battle field is littered with dead elves.

Skywise sees to those lined up near the camp, surveying the group to see who is 
most in need of the healer's touch. To others he offers his little pouches of 
pain-killers, assuring them they will be cared for, and making sure those with 
intermediate wounds - those not life threatening, but still incapacitating - are 
made as comfortable as possible. His wounds are negligible, a few scrapes and 
cuts here and there, and mental anguish to last several decades at the least, so 
he does not look to be healed. Surely Winnowill will be exhausted saving so many 
at once. Luckily Skywise has learned a few herbal healing tricks from his 
friendship with Shenshen, so has a fair store of simple herbs to assist those 
with more minor wounds. High ones this is a mess.

Under normal circumstances, Ktai would back away from Winnowill. But these are 
far from normal circumstances, and instead, she offers him quietly, waiting to 
see how badly injured he truly is. She herself cannot tell, but she knows the 
weak sends for what they are.

No need for the bug to come to Flashfire, not with Winnowill going over to him 
first. It's easy for her to see how close to passing he still is, but his soul 
continues to fight, to hold on. There is something left to salvage. He groans as 
the healing starts, body tensing as his jaw clenches. It /hurts/..but it's not 
much different than what he's already been going through.

Ktai locksends, to Flashfire: Ktai's send is determined. She's said it to him 
before, she'll say it again: ** Don't you give up. Not until I know who you are. 
You know who I am, it's only fair. **

Winnowill frowns as her magic lights the deepening night weakly, she has spent 
much today, and has more yet to do... and this elf is teetering on the brink. 
She exerts, and realizes this will take more then she has to give. She opens her 
eyes briefly. "Gloomwing, to me, do." She has brought the clawed elf to a stable 
condition, he will not die, but she will need a fresh mind to take the imbedded 
molten rock from inside hi. The gloomy little preserver quickly floats to it's 
Lord side, and begins vomiting its goo all over the greatly wounded elf. Be 
careful Ktai, it's sticky.

Eveshka rises once more into the air. She ought to check on Suntop in the 
Palace. She turns to look to Winnowill, sending quietly. ** My Lord? What of 
Suntop? Someone should check on him... **

The daystar begins to fall, the sky changing from afternoon, into evening, with 
a burning and brilliant sunset.

Sticky is something Ktai is used to, given that she's had Petalwing in her hair 
more often than not in recent memory. Seems that Rayek isn't the only one who 
likes long hair. But as the oddly colored Preserver approaches, Ktai lifts 
Flashfire into the air, her magic suspending him for ease of the bug. When it is 
finished, she will make certain that he is safely secured until he can be tended 
once more.

Ktai senses in a locksend to Ktai, Winnowill: Flashfire begins to stabilize 
slowly as Winnowill's healing touch begins to work, but it will be a while 
before he can say anything more, everything shutting down as the wrapstuff does 
its job, leaving a very long cocoon behind.

Savith narrows his eyes at Eveshka and snaps at her, **Silence yourself, for Our 
Lord must focus on her work! And She ordered you to rest, glider! Allow the 
Chosen to Fly at Her Will.** With his Brotehr getting wrapped for later, Savith 
turns to pass Kureel off, only to see just how hurt Yeyeen is. Pressing his lips 
into a tight line, Savith sends an order to his Sister, **Lay down and consider 
yourself off duty until further notice.** Order sent, he summons Generi to 
collect Kureel and take him away.

Shortly, Flashfire no longer looks like a direct descendent of Timmorn himself. 
By the time Gloomwing is through with him, he's left as a long cocoon, stable 
until anything further can be done.

Winnowill looks away from the wrapstuffed elf, and sees her Chosen, Savith 
ordering elves about, and wounded a bit as well. She sends, and walks towards 
him.

Winnowill locksends to Savith: ** Chosen, here, I need at least one Loyal elf 
walking amongst all these Outsiders.** **

Eveshka turns and looks at Savith with strangely cold and crystalline eyes. She 
doesn't reply, doesn't rise from the strange chill that has settled over her, 
instead simply stands there, waiting. Her mother is summarily ignored, which is 
probably for the best.

Ktai retrieves the cocooned Flashfire, regarding the wrapstuff thoughtfully for 
a moment before looking across and seeing her daughter for the first time. Her 
mouth opens, but closes again as she turns with her burden and seeks somewhere 
safe that she can secure him.

Skywise tends to those with lesser wounds and nods to Kahvi when she pulls a few 
more unconscious to lie in the row of wounded. "You should rest, Kahvi." he 
urges, noticing the growing bloody spot in her leathers. She waves a hand 
haphazardly at him as she turns back to the others left and begins the gruesome 
job of sorting through the dead to find the living. Her pain is forgotten or 
ignored as she notes the faces of her kin that have fallen forever. Those still 
living are lifted and moved to the group of those still living. Those so near 
death they require wrapstuff are laid at one end near a preserver who has busied 
itself with wrapping them. Skywise and Kahvi continue to work tirelessly to 
organize the victims of the war.

Savith glances at Winnowill and makes his way over, torn but whole. He nods 
faintly, mind awaint his orders. Eveshka's ins't bothered with at the moment. 
SHe can be just as cold as she wants, but he is Chosen. Not following a Chosen's 
orders is similar to not obeying WInnowill.

Savith locksends ** I am here to Serve, My Lord. What is Your Will? ** to 
Winnowill.

Winnowill reaches out and summons that pale nimbus of light around Her and Her 
Chosen briefly, he is not hurt much, so this is a quick job, and once done she 
moves to Yeyeen, but at least she has one capable healthy Chosen down here to 
watch her back now.

Yeyeen is shaken and very badly injured. She doesn't move to sit, for she knows 
if she does she'll betray the weakness she feels. Instead, her eyes lift to 
Winnowill as Her Lord approached. Meanwhile, Savith's eyes close briefly at the 
healing touch, taking a deep breath before falling into place at Winnowill's 
side.

Ktai locksends, to Eveshka, Winnowill: Ktai's send is quiet. She doesn't trust 
Eveshka, doesn't want to have much of anything to do with her, but she is 
Mother, and she feels compelled to send. ** The Chosen is right, Eveshka. Rest. 
For Tyree. ** There's nothing there that indicates that she wants or expects a 
returned send, but she has to send. It's in the Scroll of Motherhood.

Eveshka's magic stills, settling back into the silence of self, and as a send 
touches her mind, those violet eyes widen for a moment, and she turns to look to 
Ktai's retreating figure. Another moment passes, and those violet eyes harden 
for a moment before she very deliberately sits on the ground, glittering silks 
gathering dirt and blood as she does so.

Winnowill locksends ** When you are rested, go to see Suntop, see if all is well 
now that the spirits of *those* two rest there, let him know that any help he 
can provide here would be appreciated. ** to Eveshka.

Neko has arrived.

Eveshka locksends ** Yes, my Lord. ** She will do as ordered, and shortly. She 
cannot say that she is entirely exhausted, but she will rest a bit longer and 
then go to see how Suntop has fared... and how angry with her he is now. ** I 
believe that there are supplies within the Palace that may come of aid. When I 
return, I will bring them. ** to Winnowill.

Flashfire lies there, in Ktai's arms. (tm)

Eveshka heads towards South