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The mark drew a rune that looked similar to Elvish, but distinct. It was a rune of the Elvish offshoot that Sidereal Elves spoke and wrote with. A scholar of the Elvish tongue would be able to identify it as similar to an ancient rune for Shadow. Its shape was almost like the outline of an...

Rythal watched his captive and pursed his lips. He tilted his head one way, and then another. Pops from his neck came from the stretches, and he settled down watching her again. "You would make a good warrior for my ends, by your skills." He began slowly, obviously still thinking and weighing...

Rythal shrugged and put the waybread away. After he finished chewing the piece he had taken he looked at her, all mirth dropped from his face. "Would you have me kill a skilled warrior such as yourself?" He asked, his tone curious, but his face passive. "I'd rather not snuff out the life of...

Rythal grinned to himself as he gained the top of the hill. A stone circle was laid into the ground, old and of indeterminate construction. He nodded as he stepped into the circle and walked to the far side that looked over a sharper incline down into a ravine through the forest. "Well, I...

Rythal spoke over his shoulder as they walked. "It will be far less tiresome for you if you do not fight it. That ensnarement should last us to sunrise, and I'll reset it before then unless I have reason not to." On they walked through the forest, the path more or less straight with the trees...

Rythal collapsed his staff and replaced it in the pocket at the small of his back. His hands lit with ebon flames, though he didn't attack again. He crouched there, just out of reach of the assassin. His lips quirked in a slight smile as his head tilted. "Perhaps, when you've recovered...

"Elena ar ambal, ar ebon cemen, neuma i tavári ore ar hrondo." He intoned, moving the staff in a quick jab at the woman. The staff did not strike, but a spike of shadow leapt from the staff, aimed at her face. The spell was intended to ensnare the mind, allowing them to think and talk, but only...

'She's kept coming, good...' He thought to himself, then suddenly reversed his motion. He planted his staff in the road, holding with both hands. He aimed the staff like a set spear, aiming down the center line of the oncoming assassin. He began to whisper beneath his breath, and faint traces of...

The knife flew away as the staff hit it, and Rythal paid it no more mind. His focus was on the creature before him who had come closer to killing him than any in a long while. He let out an explosive grunt as he reversed the direction the end of his staff was going, aiming a backhand blow to...

Needing to act faster than any of the spellcraft he had prepared just yet, he let his left hand touch the staff and bring the end opposite of the one that his her previously around in a tight arc. He aimed for the side of her head, hoping for a clean knock out. With the strike he turned his hips...

Ebon flames ignited in his eyes as he brought both hands forward. His right held a now expanding staff made of a seemingly liquid metal that shimmered silver. It grew to be about a meter and a half from end to end, and adorned in sweeping swirls of lines that could be stylized runes, or just...

'As I thought, not a highwayman.' Rythal thought to himself. A flare of annoyance flashed through his mind. 'A hired killer then...knowing I'd be coming along this track.' He'd have to deal with his contact once this was through. His left hand tightened, sending the bolt at the woman. She...

The smirk on the Elfs face widened as the blade came near. He made no move to block the blade, nor any move to evade. As the blade made contact, his head bowed and what had been an image rippled and faded from sight. As the image faded, so to did the see me not effect the Elf had been hiding...

The elven mage known as Shade walked down said road. He wore a black, high necked tunic over a pair of dark blue pants tucked into calf high brown boots. He had a dagger on his right hip, and various pouches around his waist on a separate belt. In his right hand was a simple staff made of a dark...

I may join in on this with a character in the near future, if that is ok Rowe Collwood