I must admit, after all these years among humans I have missed the beautiful architecture of my fellow elves. Homes built around and among the trees, not blighting the landscape with our desires. I was reveling in my surroundings when we walked into none other than the "Golden Hand of Aesia" I decided I would simply watch him from a tree. I was rather amused that his hatred of elves was so great that he'd walk right into the elven bossom to fight us.
He was so well encumbered by his great armor that we should have walked right on past him. Mr Dolartu, however, decided we should bomb him with a fireball, rightly peturbing him and setting the nearby trees afire (damn him!). Then Islan walked up to him, sword in hand, and of course lost it immediately to Artemis' adamantine sword. Then, of course, we had to fight him.
Between the lot of us, we easily took him down. Jacques and Islan then had a near falling out over whether to slay the metal clad zealot. At present we have left him merely unconscious, Tala prepared to deal with him if he makes any moves. We shall deliver him into the hands of the nearest elven authority and then be rid of him. |
