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	“That monster was the first really serious challenge to my abilities that I’ve had out here while in the service to the keep, other than that dumb lutin mage a week and a half ago.”		“That monster was the first really serious challenge to my abilities that I’ve had out here while in the service to the keep, other than that dumb lutin mage a week and a half ago.”

	“If a troll is a challenge I don’t want to what would be able to beat you in a fight. A dragon?” I laughed before I interjected		“If a troll is a challenge I don’t want to imagine what would be able to beat you in a fight. A dragon?” I laughed before I interjected

	“I have yet to experience their type in battle, though they may be similar to the Night Gryphons from my homeland. Now those are a serious threat to a warrior, no matter how good that warrior is. If you are able to beat one in single combat you are really something special.”		“I have yet to experience their type in battle, though they may be similar to the Night Gryphons from my homeland. Now those are a serious threat to a warrior, no matter how good that warrior is. If you are able to beat one in single combat you are really something special.”

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	"And twice as quick." Interjects Jonah with a chuckle. At that commend Finbar laughed before he regained his composure and spread a map out onto the ground and began to point out a few salient features in the camp that was our objective. While they were taking care of those little details I checked my bow and pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it without drawing the bow. I wanted to be ready in case we were expected by the lutins even though that was highly unlikely. We slowly made our way through the bushes for the next hour, being very careful in our movements, we didn’t want to tip this encampment off that we were about to attack until the moment came when we actually hit them.		"And twice as quick." Interjects Jonah with a chuckle. At that commend Finbar laughed before he regained his composure and spread a map out onto the ground and began to point out a few salient features in the camp that was our objective. While they were taking care of those little details I checked my bow and pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it without drawing the bow. I wanted to be ready in case we were expected by the lutins even though that was highly unlikely. We slowly made our way through the bushes for the next hour, being very careful in our movements, we didn’t want to tip this encampment off that we were about to attack until the moment came when we actually hit them.

	A short time later I positioned myself in a small hedge of bushes and pulled my quiver off, and placed in on the ground in a position that would allow we to grab arrows as quickly as I could. The signal for the attack had been agreed upon earlier was a single blast on a horn, this was something that Sir Edmund Delacote would do. I took my nocked bow and raised it up into the air and pointed it at the camp and waited for the signal. I didn’t have long to wait, the sun was just cresting the ridge behind us when the horn called out its cry of death. I acted automatically pulling the bow back to its maximum and releasing the arrow into the morning sky. My hand flashed down to the quiver almost as soon as it released the string to grab the next arrow. I kept this rate of fire up until I reached my hand down to find that there were no more arrows in the quiver. I had fired off twenty-five arrows in roughly three and a half minutes and now I had to drop my bow and head down to the encampment where some members of the raiding party were already engaged in combat with the lutins. As I ran down into the encampment I drew both the Claw of the Dragon and my broadsword, getting them ready for action. As soon as I cleared the trees on the perimeter I found myself almost surrounded by lutins. I grinned at the test to my skills that this provided and began to move through the enemy force in a whirlwind of steel and white fur. After a several moments I sheathed my broadsword grabbed a lutin behind me with my left hand, claws fully extended and wrenched his neck around until it snapped with a dry sounding crack. Now that I had only one sword I began to dance around my own pattern of ‘Sung Dranatk ek Grect’, or in common tongue; The Dance of Death. Each Kelmar Bladelord had his own version of this dance and each one was very lethal to those who were coming up against it. I moved through the horde of lutins in a flowing pattern that left nothing but corpses behind me and blood on my left arm whenever I used it as a weapon in my fight. I was just rising from a crouch after dispatching four lutins with a sweep of my blade when I heard a loud roar sound out, this wasn’t a roar from a member of the raiding party but a roar from the enemy. The sound was full of malice and mindless hatred that even I could detect. I laid my ears back and replied with my own roar. There was a loud thumping sound of footsteps before I finally was able to see what had roared. It was an ugly man shaped beast that was roughly eight and a half feet tall. As it got closer it swung its club at a nearby lutin, sending the unfortunate creature flying up into the air. He then swung his club at one of the members of the other squad that was involved in the raid smashing the poor fellow flatter than a skillet cake. As he swung his club for the third time, this time at me, I dodged out of the way and struck out at him with my own blade. He was bigger than I was but he was also surprisingly quick, he dodged my own strike and swung with his monstrous club again. I just managed to duck underneath the blow at the same time I stabbed upwards with my sword catching the giant man on his thigh, but the sword didn’t penetrate all that far. This was unreal, the Claw of the Dragon had never failed to penetrate anything and yet here it had only managed to create a superficial wound. I rolled out from my dangerous position and came to my feet just out of range of the monster. This was going to take me a little more effort than I had originally planned. The monster didn’t give me all that much time to consider what I should do next as he charged me swinging that huge club over his head. I managed to dodge his next few blows, each time he attacked I would avoid his attacks and counterattack with a slash of my sword. We tramped our way through the encampment fighting our own private fight, while at the same time the forces from the Keep were making quick work of the lutins in the camp. Every so often I had to either ward off a lutin with my free hand or kill it. I found out there that my left hand, with its claw tipped fingers, was very effective in ripping the throats out of a lutin’s neck. Finally after dodging a particularly viscous blow from the monster’s club that hit the ground with a dull thud I swung my sword with both hands at his wrists as he tried to pick the club up again. I was well pleased ~~when the~~ when the blade sheered through both wrists leaving the monster with nothing but stumps on the end of his arms. He roared and then dashed at me bearing me to the ground with his weight. I was concerned now because in this position this monster could do with me what it wanted to. However, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I opened my mouth and clamped my jaws on his throat. All I can say about that is yuck, this guy tasted worse than nine day old moldy porridge. At the same time I kicked his belly with my feet, claws fully extended so that I scored eight long gashes in his belly. They weren’t serious injuries but they were painful, the most dangerous of my actions was definitely my flicking my wrists to unsheathe the stilettos that I had strapped to my bracers. Once those knives were unsheathed I stabbed into the monster with a stiletto in each hand, trying to hit something vital. The monster yowled in pain, even though his throat was now restricted because of my teeth on his neck. Finally it attempted to stand up and I let go and retreated, the monster was bleeding from several different places and it was clearly on its last legs. I managed to sheath my two slender stilettos and picked my sword up off of the ground, where it was covered in gore. Then I dashed in under the monster’s arms and swung the sword once, there was a heavy jerk on my arms followed by an equally heavy thump to the right of us. I stepped back as the now headless body staggered once and then hit the ground with its knees before falling onto it chest with a pathetic wheeze. I shook my head panting to clear my vision before I looked around for more lutins, but it appeared that the encampment was empty of the enemy. I leaned on my sword for a moment before I slowly made my way to the nearby creek where the camp had been getting its fresh water and began trying to get the sticky blood out of my fur, I was covered in gore form the top of my head to my feet. Just as I put my hands into the water when someone came up beside me and said		A short time later I positioned myself in a small hedge of bushes and pulled my quiver off, and placed in on the ground in a position that would allow we to grab arrows as quickly as I could. The signal for the attack had been agreed upon earlier was a single blast on a horn, this was something that Sir Edmund Delacote would do. I took my nocked bow and raised it up into the air and pointed it at the camp and waited for the signal. I didn’t have long to wait, the sun was just cresting the ridge behind us when the horn called out its cry of death. I acted automatically pulling the bow back to its maximum and releasing the arrow into the morning sky. My hand flashed down to the quiver almost as soon as it released the string to grab the next arrow. I kept this rate of fire up until I reached my hand down to find that there were no more arrows in the quiver. I had fired off twenty-five arrows in roughly three and a half minutes and now I had to drop my bow and head down to the encampment where some members of the raiding party were already engaged in combat with the lutins. As I ran down into the encampment I drew both the Claw of the Dragon and my broadsword, getting them ready for action. As soon as I cleared the trees on the perimeter I found myself almost surrounded by lutins. I grinned at the test to my skills that this provided and began to move through the enemy force in a whirlwind of steel and white fur. After a several moments I sheathed my broadsword grabbed a lutin behind me with my left hand, claws fully extended and wrenched his neck around until it snapped with a dry sounding crack. Now that I had only one sword I began to dance around my own pattern of ‘Sung Dranatk ek Grect’, or in common tongue; The Dance of Death. Each Kelmar Bladelord had his own version of this dance and each one was very lethal to those who were coming up against it. I moved through the horde of lutins in a flowing pattern that left nothing but corpses behind me and blood on my left arm whenever I used it as a weapon in my fight. I was just rising from a crouch after dispatching four lutins with a sweep of my blade when I heard a loud roar sound out, this wasn’t a roar from a member of the raiding party but a roar from the enemy. The sound was full of malice and mindless hatred that even I could detect. I laid my ears back and replied with my own roar. There was a loud thumping sound of footsteps before I finally was able to see what had roared. It was an ugly man shaped beast that was roughly eight and a half feet tall. As it got closer it swung its club at a nearby lutin, sending the unfortunate creature flying up into the air. He then swung his club at one of the members of the other squad that was involved in the raid smashing the poor fellow flatter than a skillet cake. As he swung his club for the third time, this time at me, I dodged out of the way and struck out at him with my own blade. He was bigger than I was but he was also surprisingly quick, he dodged my own strike and swung with his monstrous club again. I just managed to duck underneath the blow at the same time I stabbed upwards with my sword catching the giant man on his thigh, but the sword didn’t penetrate all that far. This was unreal, the Claw of the Dragon had never failed to penetrate anything and yet here it had only managed to create a superficial wound. I rolled out from my dangerous position and came to my feet just out of range of the monster. This was going to take me a little more effort than I had originally planned. The monster didn’t give me all that much time to consider what I should do next as he charged me swinging that huge club over his head. I managed to dodge his next few blows, each time he attacked I would avoid his attacks and counterattack with a slash of my sword. We tramped our way through the encampment fighting our own private fight, while at the same time the forces from the Keep were making quick work of the lutins in the camp. Every so often I had to either ward off a lutin with my free hand or kill it. I found out there that my left hand, with its claw tipped fingers, was very effective in ripping the throats out of a lutin’s neck. Finally after dodging a particularly viscous blow from the monster’s club that hit the ground with a dull thud I swung my sword with both hands at his wrists as he tried to pick the club up again. I was well pleased when the blade sheered through both wrists leaving the monster with nothing but stumps on the end of his arms. He roared and then dashed at me bearing me to the ground with his weight. I was concerned now because in this position this monster could do with me what it wanted to. However, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I opened my mouth and clamped my jaws on his throat. All I can say about that is yuck, this guy tasted worse than nine day old moldy porridge. At the same time I kicked his belly with my feet, claws fully extended so that I scored eight long gashes in his belly. They weren’t serious injuries but they were painful, the most dangerous of my actions was definitely my flicking my wrists to unsheathe the stilettos that I had strapped to my bracers. Once those knives were unsheathed I stabbed into the monster with a stiletto in each hand, trying to hit something vital. The monster yowled in pain, even though his throat was now restricted because of my teeth on his neck. Finally it attempted to stand up and I let go and retreated, the monster was bleeding from several different places and it was clearly on its last legs. I managed to sheath my two slender stilettos and picked my sword up off of the ground, where it was covered in gore. Then I dashed in under the monster’s arms and swung the sword once, there was a heavy jerk on my arms followed by an equally heavy thump to the right of us. I stepped back as the now headless body staggered once and then hit the ground with its knees before falling onto it chest with a pathetic wheeze. I shook my head panting to clear my vision before I looked around for more lutins, but it appeared that the encampment was empty of the enemy. I leaned on my sword for a moment before I slowly made my way to the nearby creek where the camp had been getting its fresh water and began trying to get the sticky blood out of my fur, I was covered in gore form the top of my head to my feet. Just as I put my hands into the water when someone came up beside me and said

	“Good Lord Oberon, you’re covered in blood are you all right?” I looked at the person and was able to recognize that it was Caroline, Misha’s companion, and one of the four Long Scouts who had been involved in the raid. I grinned slightly		“Good Lord Oberon, you’re covered in blood are you all right?” I looked at the person and was able to recognize that it was Caroline, Misha’s companion, and one of the four Long Scouts who had been involved in the raid. I grinned slightly

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2017-07-13T06:03:31Z

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	"And twice as quick." Interjects Jonah with a chuckle. At that commend Finbar laughed before he regained his composure and spread a map out onto the ground and began to point out a few salient features in the camp that was our objective. While they were taking care of those little details I checked my bow and pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it without drawing the bow. I wanted to be ready in case we were expected by the lutins even though that was highly unlikely. We slowly made our way through the bushes for the next hour, being very careful in our movements, we didn’t want to tip this encampment off that we were about to attack until the moment came when we actually hit them.		"And twice as quick." Interjects Jonah with a chuckle. At that commend Finbar laughed before he regained his composure and spread a map out onto the ground and began to point out a few salient features in the camp that was our objective. While they were taking care of those little details I checked my bow and pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it without drawing the bow. I wanted to be ready in case we were expected by the lutins even though that was highly unlikely. We slowly made our way through the bushes for the next hour, being very careful in our movements, we didn’t want to tip this encampment off that we were about to attack until the moment came when we actually hit them.

	A short time later I positioned myself in a small hedge of bushes and pulled my quiver off, and placed in on the ground in a position that would allow we to grab arrows as quickly as I could. The signal for the attack had been agreed upon earlier was a single blast on a horn, this was something that Sir Edmund Delacote would do. I took my nocked bow and raised it up into the air and pointed it at the camp and waited for the signal. I didn’t have long to wait, the sun was just cresting the ridge behind us when the horn called out its cry of death. I acted automatically pulling the bow back to its maximum and releasing the arrow into the morning sky. My hand flashed down to the quiver almost as soon as it released the string to grab the next arrow. I kept this rate of fire up until I reached my hand down to find that there were no more arrows in the quiver. I had fired off twenty-five arrows in roughly three and a half minutes and now I had to drop my bow and head down to the encampment where some members of the raiding party were already engaged in combat with the lutins. As I ran down into the encampment I drew both the Claw of the Dragon and my broadsword, getting them ready for action. As soon as I cleared the trees ~~ont he~~ perimeter I found myself almost surrounded by lutins. I grinned at the test to my skills that this provided and began to move through the enemy force in a whirlwind of steel and white fur. After a several moments I sheathed my broadsword grabbed a lutin behind me with my left hand, claws fully extended and wrenched his neck around until it snapped with a dry sounding crack. Now that I had only one sword I began to dance around my own pattern of ‘Sung Dranatk ek Grect’, or in common tongue; The Dance of Death. Each Kelmar Bladelord had his own version of this dance and each one was very lethal to those who were coming up against it. I moved through the horde of lutins in a flowing pattern that left nothing but corpses behind me and blood on my left arm whenever I used it as a weapon in my fight. I was just rising from a crouch after dispatching four lutins with a sweep of my blade when I heard a loud roar sound out, this wasn’t a roar from a member of the raiding party but a roar from the enemy. The sound was full of malice and mindless hatred that even I could detect. I laid my ears back and replied with my own roar. There was a loud thumping sound of footsteps before I finally was able to see what had roared. It was an ugly man shaped beast that was roughly eight and a half feet tall. As it got closer it swung its club at a nearby lutin, sending the unfortunate creature flying up into the air. He then swung his club at one of the members of the other squad that was involved in the raid smashing the poor fellow flatter than a skillet cake. As he swung his club for the third time, this time at me, I dodged out of the way and struck out at him with my own blade. He was bigger than I was but he was also surprisingly quick, he dodged my own strike and swung with his monstrous club again. I just managed to duck underneath the blow at the same time I stabbed upwards with my sword catching the giant man on his thigh, but the sword didn’t penetrate all that far. This was unreal, the Claw of the Dragon had never failed to penetrate anything and yet here it had only managed to create a superficial wound. I rolled out from my dangerous position and came to my feet just out of range of the monster. This was going to take me a little more effort than I had originally planned. The monster didn’t give me all that much time to consider what I should do next as he charged me swinging that huge club over his head. I managed to dodge his next few blows, each time he attacked I would avoid his attacks and counterattack with a slash of my sword. We tramped our way through the encampment fighting our own private fight, while at the same time the forces from the Keep were making quick work of the lutins in the camp. Every so often I had to either ward off a lutin with my free hand or kill it. I found out there that my left hand, with its claw tipped fingers, was very effective in ripping the throats out of a lutin’s neck. Finally after dodging a particularly viscous blow from the monster’s club that hit the ground with a dull thud I swung my sword with both hands at his wrists as he tried to pick the club up again. I was well pleased when the when the blade sheered through both wrists leaving the monster with nothing but stumps on the end of his arms. He roared and then dashed at me bearing me to the ground with his weight. I was concerned now because in this position this monster could do with me what it wanted to. However, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I opened my mouth and clamped my jaws on his throat. All I can say about that is yuck, this guy tasted worse than nine day old moldy porridge. At the same time I kicked his belly with my feet, claws fully extended so that I scored eight long gashes in his belly. They weren’t serious injuries but they were painful, the most dangerous of my actions was definitely my flicking my wrists to unsheathe the stilettos that I had strapped to my bracers. Once those knives were unsheathed I stabbed into the monster with a stiletto in each hand, trying to hit something vital. The monster yowled in pain, even though his throat was now restricted because of my teeth on his neck. Finally it attempted to stand up and I let go and retreated, the monster was bleeding from several different places and it was clearly on its last legs. I managed to sheath my two slender stilettos and picked my sword up off of the ground, where it was covered in gore. Then I dashed in under the monster’s arms and swung the sword once, there was a heavy jerk on my arms followed by an equally heavy thump to the right of us. I stepped back as the now headless body staggered once and then hit the ground with its knees before falling onto it chest with a pathetic wheeze. I shook my head panting to clear my vision before I looked around for more lutins, but it appeared that the encampment was empty of the enemy. I leaned on my sword for a moment before I slowly made my way to the nearby creek where the camp had been getting its fresh water and began trying to get the sticky blood out of my fur, I was covered in gore form the top of my head to my feet. Just as I put my hands into the water when someone came up beside me and said		A short time later I positioned myself in a small hedge of bushes and pulled my quiver off, and placed in on the ground in a position that would allow we to grab arrows as quickly as I could. The signal for the attack had been agreed upon earlier was a single blast on a horn, this was something that Sir Edmund Delacote would do. I took my nocked bow and raised it up into the air and pointed it at the camp and waited for the signal. I didn’t have long to wait, the sun was just cresting the ridge behind us when the horn called out its cry of death. I acted automatically pulling the bow back to its maximum and releasing the arrow into the morning sky. My hand flashed down to the quiver almost as soon as it released the string to grab the next arrow. I kept this rate of fire up until I reached my hand down to find that there were no more arrows in the quiver. I had fired off twenty-five arrows in roughly three and a half minutes and now I had to drop my bow and head down to the encampment where some members of the raiding party were already engaged in combat with the lutins. As I ran down into the encampment I drew both the Claw of the Dragon and my broadsword, getting them ready for action. As soon as I cleared the trees on the perimeter I found myself almost surrounded by lutins. I grinned at the test to my skills that this provided and began to move through the enemy force in a whirlwind of steel and white fur. After a several moments I sheathed my broadsword grabbed a lutin behind me with my left hand, claws fully extended and wrenched his neck around until it snapped with a dry sounding crack. Now that I had only one sword I began to dance around my own pattern of ‘Sung Dranatk ek Grect’, or in common tongue; The Dance of Death. Each Kelmar Bladelord had his own version of this dance and each one was very lethal to those who were coming up against it. I moved through the horde of lutins in a flowing pattern that left nothing but corpses behind me and blood on my left arm whenever I used it as a weapon in my fight. I was just rising from a crouch after dispatching four lutins with a sweep of my blade when I heard a loud roar sound out, this wasn’t a roar from a member of the raiding party but a roar from the enemy. The sound was full of malice and mindless hatred that even I could detect. I laid my ears back and replied with my own roar. There was a loud thumping sound of footsteps before I finally was able to see what had roared. It was an ugly man shaped beast that was roughly eight and a half feet tall. As it got closer it swung its club at a nearby lutin, sending the unfortunate creature flying up into the air. He then swung his club at one of the members of the other squad that was involved in the raid smashing the poor fellow flatter than a skillet cake. As he swung his club for the third time, this time at me, I dodged out of the way and struck out at him with my own blade. He was bigger than I was but he was also surprisingly quick, he dodged my own strike and swung with his monstrous club again. I just managed to duck underneath the blow at the same time I stabbed upwards with my sword catching the giant man on his thigh, but the sword didn’t penetrate all that far. This was unreal, the Claw of the Dragon had never failed to penetrate anything and yet here it had only managed to create a superficial wound. I rolled out from my dangerous position and came to my feet just out of range of the monster. This was going to take me a little more effort than I had originally planned. The monster didn’t give me all that much time to consider what I should do next as he charged me swinging that huge club over his head. I managed to dodge his next few blows, each time he attacked I would avoid his attacks and counterattack with a slash of my sword. We tramped our way through the encampment fighting our own private fight, while at the same time the forces from the Keep were making quick work of the lutins in the camp. Every so often I had to either ward off a lutin with my free hand or kill it. I found out there that my left hand, with its claw tipped fingers, was very effective in ripping the throats out of a lutin’s neck. Finally after dodging a particularly viscous blow from the monster’s club that hit the ground with a dull thud I swung my sword with both hands at his wrists as he tried to pick the club up again. I was well pleased when the when the blade sheered through both wrists leaving the monster with nothing but stumps on the end of his arms. He roared and then dashed at me bearing me to the ground with his weight. I was concerned now because in this position this monster could do with me what it wanted to. However, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I opened my mouth and clamped my jaws on his throat. All I can say about that is yuck, this guy tasted worse than nine day old moldy porridge. At the same time I kicked his belly with my feet, claws fully extended so that I scored eight long gashes in his belly. They weren’t serious injuries but they were painful, the most dangerous of my actions was definitely my flicking my wrists to unsheathe the stilettos that I had strapped to my bracers. Once those knives were unsheathed I stabbed into the monster with a stiletto in each hand, trying to hit something vital. The monster yowled in pain, even though his throat was now restricted because of my teeth on his neck. Finally it attempted to stand up and I let go and retreated, the monster was bleeding from several different places and it was clearly on its last legs. I managed to sheath my two slender stilettos and picked my sword up off of the ground, where it was covered in gore. Then I dashed in under the monster’s arms and swung the sword once, there was a heavy jerk on my arms followed by an equally heavy thump to the right of us. I stepped back as the now headless body staggered once and then hit the ground with its knees before falling onto it chest with a pathetic wheeze. I shook my head panting to clear my vision before I looked around for more lutins, but it appeared that the encampment was empty of the enemy. I leaned on my sword for a moment before I slowly made my way to the nearby creek where the camp had been getting its fresh water and began trying to get the sticky blood out of my fur, I was covered in gore form the top of my head to my feet. Just as I put my hands into the water when someone came up beside me and said

	“Good Lord Oberon, you’re covered in blood are you all right?” I looked at the person and was able to recognize that it was Caroline, Misha’s companion, and one of the four Long Scouts who had been involved in the raid. I grinned slightly		“Good Lord Oberon, you’re covered in blood are you all right?” I looked at the person and was able to recognize that it was Caroline, Misha’s companion, and one of the four Long Scouts who had been involved in the raid. I grinned slightly

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2017-07-13T05:58:37Z

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	"And twice as quick." Interjects Jonah with a chuckle. At that commend Finbar laughed before he regained his composure and spread a map out onto the ground and began to point out a few salient features in the camp that was our objective. While they were taking care of those little details I checked my bow and pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it without drawing the bow. I wanted to be ready in case we were expected by the lutins even though that was highly unlikely. We slowly made our way through the bushes for the next hour, being very careful in our movements, we didn’t want to tip this encampment off that we were about to attack until the moment came when we actually hit them.		"And twice as quick." Interjects Jonah with a chuckle. At that commend Finbar laughed before he regained his composure and spread a map out onto the ground and began to point out a few salient features in the camp that was our objective. While they were taking care of those little details I checked my bow and pulled an arrow out of my quiver and nocked it without drawing the bow. I wanted to be ready in case we were expected by the lutins even though that was highly unlikely. We slowly made our way through the bushes for the next hour, being very careful in our movements, we didn’t want to tip this encampment off that we were about to attack until the moment came when we actually hit them.

	A short time later I positioned myself in a small hedge of bushes and pulled my quiver off an placed in on the ground in a position that would allow we to grab arrows as quickly as I could. The signal for the attack had been agreed upon earlier was a single blast on a horn, this was something that Sir Edmund Delacote would do. I took my nocked bow and raised it up into the air and pointed it at the camp and waited for the signal. I didn’t have long to wait, the sun was just cresting the ridge behind us when the horn called out its cry of death. I acted automatically pulling the bow back to its maximum and releasing the arrow into the morning sky. My hand flashed down to the quiver almost as soon as it released the string to grab the next arrow. I kept this rate of fire up until I reached my hand down to find that there were no more arrows in the quiver. I had fired off twenty-five arrows in roughly three and a half minutes and now I had to drop my bow and head down to the encampment where some members of the raiding party were already engaged in combat with the lutins. As I ran down into the encampment I drew both the Claw of the Dragon and my broadsword, getting them ready for action. As soon as I cleared the trees ont he perimeter I found myself almost surrounded by lutins. I grinned at the test to my skills that this provided and began to move through the enemy force in a whirlwind of steel and white fur. After a several moments I sheathed my broadsword grabbed a lutin behind me with my left hand, claws fully extended and wrenched his neck around until it snapped with a dry sounding crack. Now that I had only one sword I began to dance around my own pattern of ‘Sung Dranatk ek Grect’, or in common tongue; The Dance of Death. Each Kelmar Bladelord had his own version of this dance and each one was very lethal to those who were coming up against it. I moved through the horde of lutins in a flowing pattern that left nothing but corpses behind me and blood on my left arm whenever I used it as a weapon in my fight. I was just rising from a crouch after dispatching four lutins with a sweep of my blade when I heard a loud roar sound out, this wasn’t a roar from a member of the raiding party but a roar from the enemy. The sound was full of malice and mindless hatred that even I could detect. I laid my ears back and replied with my own roar. There was a loud thumping sound of footsteps before I finally was able to see what had roared. It was an ugly man shaped beast that was roughly eight and a half feet tall. As it got closer it swung its club at a nearby lutin, sending the unfortunate creature flying up into the air. He then swung his club at one of the members of the other squad that was involved in the raid smashing the poor fellow flatter than a skillet cake. As he swung his club for the third time, this time at me, I dodged out of the way and struck out at him with my own blade. He was bigger than I was but he was also surprisingly quick, he dodged my own strike and swung with his monstrous club again. I just managed to duck underneath the blow at the same time I stabbed upwards with my sword catching the giant man on his thigh, but the sword didn’t penetrate all that far. This was unreal, the Claw of the Dragon had never failed to penetrate anything and yet here it had only managed to create a superficial wound. I rolled out from my dangerous position and came to my feet just out of range of the monster. This was going to take me a little more effort than I had originally planned. The monster didn’t give me all that much time to consider what I should do next as he charged me swinging that huge club over his head. I managed to dodge his next few blows, each time he attacked I would avoid his attacks and counterattack with a slash of my sword. We tramped our way through the encampment fighting our own private fight, while at the same time the forces from the Keep were making quick work of the lutins in the camp. Every so often I had to either ward off a lutin with my free hand or kill it. I found out there that my left hand, with its claw tipped fingers, was very effective in ripping the throats out of a lutin’s neck. Finally after dodging a particularly viscous blow from the monster’s club that hit the ground with a dull thud I swung my sword with both hands at his wrists as he tried to pick the club up again. I was well pleased when the when the blade sheered through both wrists leaving the monster with nothing but stumps on the end of his arms. He roared and then dashed at me bearing me to the ground with his weight. I was concerned now because in this position this monster could do with me what it wanted to. However, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I opened my mouth and clamped my jaws on his throat. All I can say about that is yuck, this guy tasted worse than nine day old moldy porridge. At the same time I kicked his belly with my feet, claws fully extended so that I scored eight long gashes in his belly. They weren’t serious injuries but they were painful, the most dangerous of my actions was definitely my flicking my wrists to unsheathe the stilettos that I had strapped to my bracers. Once those knives were unsheathed I stabbed into the monster with a stiletto in each hand, trying to hit something vital. The monster yowled in pain, even though his throat was now restricted because of my teeth on his neck. Finally it attempted to stand up and I let go and retreated, the monster was bleeding from several different places and it was clearly on its last legs. I managed to sheath my two slender stilettos and picked my sword up off of the ground, where it was covered in gore. Then I dashed in under the monster’s arms and swung the sword once, there was a heavy jerk on my arms followed by an equally heavy thump to the right of us. I stepped back as the now headless body staggered once and then hit the ground with its knees before falling onto it chest with a pathetic wheeze. I shook my head panting to clear my vision before I looked around for more lutins, but it appeared that the encampment was empty of the enemy. I leaned on my sword for a moment before I slowly made my way to the nearby creek where the camp had been getting its fresh water and began trying to get the sticky blood out of my fur, I was covered in gore form the top of my head to my feet. Just as I put my hands into the water when someone came up beside me and said		A short time later I positioned myself in a small hedge of bushes and pulled my quiver off, and placed in on the ground in a position that would allow we to grab arrows as quickly as I could. The signal for the attack had been agreed upon earlier was a single blast on a horn, this was something that Sir Edmund Delacote would do. I took my nocked bow and raised it up into the air and pointed it at the camp and waited for the signal. I didn’t have long to wait, the sun was just cresting the ridge behind us when the horn called out its cry of death. I acted automatically pulling the bow back to its maximum and releasing the arrow into the morning sky. My hand flashed down to the quiver almost as soon as it released the string to grab the next arrow. I kept this rate of fire up until I reached my hand down to find that there were no more arrows in the quiver. I had fired off twenty-five arrows in roughly three and a half minutes and now I had to drop my bow and head down to the encampment where some members of the raiding party were already engaged in combat with the lutins. As I ran down into the encampment I drew both the Claw of the Dragon and my broadsword, getting them ready for action. As soon as I cleared the trees ont he perimeter I found myself almost surrounded by lutins. I grinned at the test to my skills that this provided and began to move through the enemy force in a whirlwind of steel and white fur. After a several moments I sheathed my broadsword grabbed a lutin behind me with my left hand, claws fully extended and wrenched his neck around until it snapped with a dry sounding crack. Now that I had only one sword I began to dance around my own pattern of ‘Sung Dranatk ek Grect’, or in common tongue; The Dance of Death. Each Kelmar Bladelord had his own version of this dance and each one was very lethal to those who were coming up against it. I moved through the horde of lutins in a flowing pattern that left nothing but corpses behind me and blood on my left arm whenever I used it as a weapon in my fight. I was just rising from a crouch after dispatching four lutins with a sweep of my blade when I heard a loud roar sound out, this wasn’t a roar from a member of the raiding party but a roar from the enemy. The sound was full of malice and mindless hatred that even I could detect. I laid my ears back and replied with my own roar. There was a loud thumping sound of footsteps before I finally was able to see what had roared. It was an ugly man shaped beast that was roughly eight and a half feet tall. As it got closer it swung its club at a nearby lutin, sending the unfortunate creature flying up into the air. He then swung his club at one of the members of the other squad that was involved in the raid smashing the poor fellow flatter than a skillet cake. As he swung his club for the third time, this time at me, I dodged out of the way and struck out at him with my own blade. He was bigger than I was but he was also surprisingly quick, he dodged my own strike and swung with his monstrous club again. I just managed to duck underneath the blow at the same time I stabbed upwards with my sword catching the giant man on his thigh, but the sword didn’t penetrate all that far. This was unreal, the Claw of the Dragon had never failed to penetrate anything and yet here it had only managed to create a superficial wound. I rolled out from my dangerous position and came to my feet just out of range of the monster. This was going to take me a little more effort than I had originally planned. The monster didn’t give me all that much time to consider what I should do next as he charged me swinging that huge club over his head. I managed to dodge his next few blows, each time he attacked I would avoid his attacks and counterattack with a slash of my sword. We tramped our way through the encampment fighting our own private fight, while at the same time the forces from the Keep were making quick work of the lutins in the camp. Every so often I had to either ward off a lutin with my free hand or kill it. I found out there that my left hand, with its claw tipped fingers, was very effective in ripping the throats out of a lutin’s neck. Finally after dodging a particularly viscous blow from the monster’s club that hit the ground with a dull thud I swung my sword with both hands at his wrists as he tried to pick the club up again. I was well pleased when the when the blade sheered through both wrists leaving the monster with nothing but stumps on the end of his arms. He roared and then dashed at me bearing me to the ground with his weight. I was concerned now because in this position this monster could do with me what it wanted to. However, I still had a few tricks up my sleeve, I opened my mouth and clamped my jaws on his throat. All I can say about that is yuck, this guy tasted worse than nine day old moldy porridge. At the same time I kicked his belly with my feet, claws fully extended so that I scored eight long gashes in his belly. They weren’t serious injuries but they were painful, the most dangerous of my actions was definitely my flicking my wrists to unsheathe the stilettos that I had strapped to my bracers. Once those knives were unsheathed I stabbed into the monster with a stiletto in each hand, trying to hit something vital. The monster yowled in pain, even though his throat was now restricted because of my teeth on his neck. Finally it attempted to stand up and I let go and retreated, the monster was bleeding from several different places and it was clearly on its last legs. I managed to sheath my two slender stilettos and picked my sword up off of the ground, where it was covered in gore. Then I dashed in under the monster’s arms and swung the sword once, there was a heavy jerk on my arms followed by an equally heavy thump to the right of us. I stepped back as the now headless body staggered once and then hit the ground with its knees before falling onto it chest with a pathetic wheeze. I shook my head panting to clear my vision before I looked around for more lutins, but it appeared that the encampment was empty of the enemy. I leaned on my sword for a moment before I slowly made my way to the nearby creek where the camp had been getting its fresh water and began trying to get the sticky blood out of my fur, I was covered in gore form the top of my head to my feet. Just as I put my hands into the water when someone came up beside me and said

	“Good Lord Oberon, you’re covered in blood are you all right?” I looked at the person and was able to recognize that it was Caroline, Misha’s companion, and one of the four Long Scouts who had been involved in the raid. I grinned slightly		“Good Lord Oberon, you’re covered in blood are you all right?” I looked at the person and was able to recognize that it was Caroline, Misha’s companion, and one of the four Long Scouts who had been involved in the raid. I grinned slightly

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	“Oberon we also must hit them while we are strong and fresh, therefore we must try and conserve our strength.” I nodded and scaled back my speed of movement a little, but I was still moving pretty quickly. Our unit moved quickly and quietly through the trees towards the enemy encampment for several hours, the cavalry was following behind us on previously established paths while we made our own paths into the wilderness. Of course we knew that we were preceded by at least two Long Scouts who were conducting reconnaissance of the enemy camp and determine what direction that we would attack from. We marched through most of the night to at a point fairly close to the camp. When we stopped I crouched down and pulled off my raiding pack and placed it under a tree, but not before I took out two of my large trail rations from the pack. Once I was happy that it was properly concealed I consumed the rations with a little water from a canteen before I hid that item as well. As I checked over my equipment a Long Scout that I recognized as Finbar, came over to Jonah and said softly, though not softly ~~enough~~ for my sensitive ears to pick up		“Oberon we also must hit them while we are strong and fresh, therefore we must try and conserve our strength.” I nodded and scaled back my speed of movement a little, but I was still moving pretty quickly. Our unit moved quickly and quietly through the trees towards the enemy encampment for several hours, the cavalry was following behind us on previously established paths while we made our own paths into the wilderness. Of course we knew that we were preceded by at least two Long Scouts who were conducting reconnaissance of the enemy camp and determine what direction that we would attack from. We marched through most of the night to at a point fairly close to the camp. When we stopped I crouched down and pulled off my raiding pack and placed it under a tree, but not before I took out two of my large trail rations from the pack. Once I was happy that it was properly concealed I consumed the rations with a little water from a canteen before I hid that item as well. As I checked over my equipment a Long Scout that I recognized as Finbar, came over to Jonah and said softly, though not too softly for my sensitive ears to pick up

	“We’ve managed to take out most of their sentries, especially on the side where the cavalry will be hitting them but you could be in for a tough fight, I thought I smelled a troll out here.”		“We’ve managed to take out most of their sentries, especially on the side where the cavalry will be hitting them but you could be in for a tough fight, I thought I smelled a troll out here.”

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	{{author note\|These Metamor Keep stories are best read in order beginning with Enter the Tiger, followed by Claws of the Tiger, Hot Under the Collar, Castle Fever Cat, A Pointless Patrol, A Good Time, A Bad Time, The Bandit King, Conversations, A Visitor in the Night, Joy of the Hunt, The Trial, The Raid, and finally A Swing at the Mule.}}

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	“If you consider troll wrestling to be fun, then I guess that I did have more fun.” He shook his head slightly and sighed before he turned and focussed his attention on the trail ahead of his feet. I looked at the rest of the members of the squad and then settled myself to my own marching rhythm. I was looking forward to a good bath at the bath-house and a full night’s sleep in my own bed tonight.		“If you consider troll wrestling to be fun, then I guess that I did have more fun.” He shook his head slightly and sighed before he turned and focussed his attention on the trail ahead of his feet. I looked at the rest of the members of the squad and then settled myself to my own marching rhythm. I was looking forward to a good bath at the bath-house and a full night’s sleep in my own bed tonight.

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	~~'''~~These Metamor Keep stories are best read in order beginning with Enter the Tiger, followed by Claws of the Tiger, Hot Under the Collar, Castle Fever Cat, A Pointless Patrol, A Good Time, A Bad Time, The Bandit King, Conversations, A Visitor in the Night, Joy of the Hunt, The Trial, The Raid, and finally A Swing at the Mule.~~'''~~		{{author note\|These Metamor Keep stories are best read in order beginning with Enter the Tiger, followed by Claws of the Tiger, Hot Under the Collar, Castle Fever Cat, A Pointless Patrol, A Good Time, A Bad Time, The Bandit King, Conversations, A Visitor in the Night, Joy of the Hunt, The Trial, The Raid, and finally A Swing at the Mule.}}

			By: [[User:Oberon\|Oberon]]

	The trial of Sir Guy DeHarancourt had taken five days, but in the end that particular fanatic had been sentenced to stay in the keep under the supervision of Father Francis Hough, the local priest of the Ecclesia. The reason for the Duke’s appearant mercy was because of the form that Sir DeHarancourt had been given by the Curse of the Keep. He was now in the form of a age regressed wildcat morph, he had also lost his mind in the transformation, he was reduced to the mental state of a child, which I had learned was quite rare here at the keep. I was now free to focus my attention on my work as a member of the Metamor Keep Army Patrol Command. Although during the trial I had managed to repair my battle armour, ensuring that I would be adequately protected when my patrol encountered the enemy, and that was something that was inevitable considering what George had told me when he had assigned me to my current unit. Basically he had told me that he would test the limits of my abilities, so far he had learned of my weakness against magic, other than that I believe that he already knew just how dangerous I really was.		The trial of Sir Guy DeHarancourt had taken five days, but in the end that particular fanatic had been sentenced to stay in the keep under the supervision of Father Francis Hough, the local priest of the Ecclesia. The reason for the Duke’s appearant mercy was because of the form that Sir DeHarancourt had been given by the Curse of the Keep. He was now in the form of a age regressed wildcat morph, he had also lost his mind in the transformation, he was reduced to the mental state of a child, which I had learned was quite rare here at the keep. I was now free to focus my attention on my work as a member of the Metamor Keep Army Patrol Command. Although during the trial I had managed to repair my battle armour, ensuring that I would be adequately protected when my patrol encountered the enemy, and that was something that was inevitable considering what George had told me when he had assigned me to my current unit. Basically he had told me that he would test the limits of my abilities, so far he had learned of my weakness against magic, other than that I believe that he already knew just how dangerous I really was.

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