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EquinoxSol
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Hearing the elven girl calling the name oof the elf in front of him, Linnor moved his extension of consciousness to just the claring they were in. Blinking slowly, he set alight the trees along its edges, letting the fires grow to a manageable level. As the man rushed him, he ducked gracefully out of the way, setting the ground at his feet alight. Stepping outside the fire, he frowned slightly at the elf, feeling a slight headache forming at his temples. This always happened. Shadows were to be used in bursts no bigger than five hours, with a lot of time in between use to build up strength again. Though Linnor had only been using his shadows for a few minutes, he hadn't used his powers in many years. He wasn't sure how long he would have. It could be an hour, he could have four. Either way, he wanted to finish the fight soon.
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After she had been woken by Linnor and Rochirion's fight, Faervel had spent the day trying to be useful. She knew that her place was with her husband, but after seeing the red mark upon Linnor's face, she had decided she needed time away from her husband.
When Linnor had released his shadows the first time in years, she had watched, half in fear and half in fascination. However, once soldiers began running about, getting buckets of water to put out the fires Linnor had created, she started moving, too. Filling up a bucket of water, she ran into the forest, quickly finding the clearing Linnor was in. Pouring half the bucket on a part of the fire, she ran into the clearing, seeing Linnor fighting with an elf. It didn't take long for her to recognize the elf. Still, he was made of flesh and blood, like she was, and she wouldn't let Linnor kill him if she could help it.
Running forwards, she dumped the rest of the water on the general's head, and his shadows promptly disappeared. Now, she had to protect him. Moving in front of Linnor as he struggled to form shadows to set on fire, she shouted, tears in her eyes, "Don't kill him!"
Linnor, dripping wet and with murder in his eyes, stepped forwards, as his shadows began to leave him because of the water. While his shadows left him, so did his strength, and he was struggling to retain it in order to fight.
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After she had been woken by Linnor and Rochirion's fight, Faervel had spent the day trying to be useful. She knew that her place was with her husband, but after seeing the red mark upon Linnor's face, she had decided she needed time away from her husband.
When Linnor had released his shadows the first time in years, she had watched, half in fear and half in fascination. However, once soldiers began running about, getting buckets of water to put out the fires Linnor had created, she started moving, too. Filling up a bucket of water, she ran into the forest, quickly finding the clearing Linnor was in. Pouring half the bucket on a part of the fire, she ran into the clearing, seeing Linnor fighting with an elf. It didn't take long for her to recognize the elf. Still, he was made of flesh and blood, like she was, and she wouldn't let Linnor kill him if she could help it.
Running forwards, she dumped the rest of the water on the general's head, and his shadows promptly disappeared. Now, she had to protect him. Moving in front of Linnor as he struggled to form shadows to set on fire, she shouted, tears in her eyes, "Don't kill him!"
Linnor, dripping wet and with murder in his eyes, stepped forwards, as his shadows began to leave him because of the water. While his shadows left him, so did his strength, and he was struggling to retain it in order to fight.