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Posted by Deedlit on Ringare 28, 2001 at 02:32:57 am

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Deedlit ran / staggerd though the dence forest she fought back the cold as she moved onward. Occasionaly she glanced back to see if she was still being persued. Blood fell from a few light wounds. Her armor dammaged from a battle. her right shoulder guard pirced and a arrow protruded her tunic stained with both her Elven blood and the blood of one of the attackers. Deed stopped to get her bearings for a moment her feet ached from the bitter cold and the snow that had managed to get into her boots. she headed for teh nearest Elven Setlement. she managed to make it a good distence twards the settlement before collapseign in the snow. her strength exhausted. Deedlit stared up at the grey sky as it started to snow again and she winced from her wounds. Deed thought in her head how this would be her demise...no..she decided she wouldn't acept this fate. Deedlit weakly rolled over adn began to crawl / drag herself twards the settlement praying to the gods that someone would find her before she froze or bled to death.
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