Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24852191-20180205190922/@comment-24852191-20180326091212


 * The elf slashes across the fireba with his sword, cutting the flames and extinguishing the inferno. Just as the leg moves in to strike Drago, Zeitola fires a blast from her rod. The elf’s body slows down and Nightfire fires a blast of phase energy through its chest. The area of effect of Zeitola’s rod wears of and the elf’s body drops down. Just the, three elves move in on one of the silver women. They manage to knock her off balance and disarm her. Just then, a horn sounds and a several more elves on the backs of great wolf like creatures ride in. Nightfire unleashes a photon burst into the cavalry units, killing two, both mount and riders. Just then, several dark elf archers emerge from the trees and unload on the group, hitting Nightfire in the chest. He falls to the ground, just as Zeitola fire an antimatter charge I to their ranks, scattering them.


 * Meanwhile, Solomon wakes up and looks at Claud. Asfaloth is also awake. They are conversing with each other. Claud notices him.

Claud: Ah, good, you’re awake. We’ve determined where your father is. We suspect he’s on the dungeons.

Solomon: What makes you say that? It’s what they did with me, besides, while you two were sleeping, I made a visit to their city and overheard it. I’ve been putting their language together and this is what I’ve come up with.

Solomon: Ok, so how do we get them out?

Claud: We’ll need to get I to the dungeons, obviously, but since my escape, they probably have doubled the guard. So, we’ll need a diversion.

Asfaloth: That’s where you come in, little brother. You’ll make a scene and distract them.

Solomon: Ok, but why not you? You’re faster.....being uh....vampire and all.


 * Asfaloth smiles slightly, baring his fangs, but in a pleasant way.

Asfaloth: I will need to help Claud clear the lower levels of the palace if we should run into anything. Besides, you were always fast than me.


 * Solomon smiles at his vampiric brother before sighing.

Solomon: Ok, I’ll do it.


 * Asfaloh gives him a look of brotherly reassurance.

Asfaloth: You got this, little bro.


 * They all get up and head into the thick foliage.