four blades part two (to all)

"*gazes at the horizon* our village, look, it's burning!" I exclaim while pointing at the rim. Gonfindle embraces me and then sighes deeply "we can re build the town, my heart...all we have to do now is make sure that the villagers will arrive safely and unharmed in the castle."
"*sniffs* hum we'd better hurry then...the Drow hordes are on the move and as long as we have wind in the back we'll be safe but when the wind changes..." Zhephyr says.
"*nods* they can pick up our trail," Lancelot notices. I gaze at the elf and notice that he's old all of a sudden. I then gaze at Llyana who has her child in her arms and then sigh "Zhephyr you and I are going airborn, whenever they pick up our trail, we'll give the villagers cover..."
"*wide eyes* what!? all by yourself? No! I'm going with you!!!" Gonfindle exclaims furious. "*shakes head* no, you'll stay here upon the ground, and make sure that they have cover from there...in case I fail to distract them..." I speak with determination in my voice. "*grabs* are you insane?! think about us...about..."
"*pushes off* Gonfindle I've thought about it, and I have to do this, I won't allow my baby to be born in some drow slave camp!!!" I exclaim before hopping onto Zhepphyrs back. "*sighes* trust me in this alright?" I say before going into the air. From a distance I can see the Drow soldiers running into the direction of the caravane and fear the worse for Uther and his army. "Zhepphyr it is possible we go to our deaths, but rather dead than seeing my child grow up as a slave." I say before taking an arrow. Zhepphyr snorts and gazes at me "we'll make it, I've got a few tricks that might work provided that they are stupid enough *winks*" I gaze at him and nod before he flies off. Away from the group of women, children and men. I look behind me one last time and notice that Lancelot and Gonfindle are busy with making a living wall in case we'd fail. Zhepphyr flies a bit higher and then says "they have spotted us...hang on" I hold the saddle and Zhepphyr makes a dive while spitting flames "fried drow!! Extra crispy!!" he jokes while making another run. I have to use my shield to avoid arrows and fire arrows myself "*shouts* Lure them away, Zhepphyr!!"
"*shouts back* message understood!!" Wile flying over the drow Zhepphyr keeps on spitting flames killing half of the enemy forces. Yet suddenly Zhepphyr begins to caugh and gasp. "*wide eyes* Zhepphyr!!! what's wrong?!" I yell
"*caughs* an iceball, they have shot an iceball into my mouth!!! I can't use my flames anymore!!!"
"*shakes head* hang on!!!" I yell while guiding him higher into the air. From that position I'm able to fire arrows without having the risk of being hit by enemy fire. "*curses* I used up all my arrows...oh well, come on big friend...we'll go on a deathcharge..." I say but then feel a sharp pain in my shoulder as one arrow finally reaches my unshielded body. "*moans* arrh..."
"*gazes at me* hold on tightly...." Zhepphyr says before thumbling down in a free fall. Below us Gonfindle only can yell a cry of despair and denayal as we thumble into the unknown.

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> "gazes at the horizon our village, look, it's burning!" I exclaim while pointing at the rim. Gonfindle embraces me and then sighes deeply "we can re build the town, my heart...all we have to do now is make sure that the villagers will arrive safely and unharmed in the castle." > "sniffs hum we'd better hurry then...the Drow hordes are on the move and as long as we have wind in the back we'll be safe but when the wind changes..." Zhephyr says. > "nods they can pick up our trail," Lancelot notices. I gaze at the elf and notice that he's old all of a sudden. I then gaze at Llyana who has her child in her arms and then sigh "Zhephyr you and I are going airborn, whenever they pick up our trail, we'll give the villagers cover..." > "wide eyes what!? all by yourself? No! I'm going with you!!!" Gonfindle exclaims furious. "shakes head no, you'll stay here upon the ground, and make sure that they have cover from there...in case I fail to distract them..." I speak with determination in my voice. "grabs are you insane?! think about us...about..." > "pushes off Gonfindle I've thought about it, and I have to do this, I won't allow my baby to be born in some drow slave camp!!!" I exclaim before hopping onto Zhepphyrs back. "sighes trust me in this alright?" I say before going into the air. From a distance I can see the Drow soldiers running into the direction of the caravane and fear the worse for Uther and his army. "Zhepphyr it is possible we go to our deaths, but rather dead than seeing my child grow up as a slave." I say before taking an arrow. Zhepphyr snorts and gazes at me "we'll make it, I've got a few tricks that might work provided that they are stupid enough winks" I gaze at him and nod before he flies off. Away from the group of women, children and men. I look behind me one last time and notice that Lancelot and Gonfindle are busy with making a living wall in case we'd fail. Zhepphyr flies a bit higher and then says "they have spotted us...hang on" I hold the saddle and Zhepphyr makes a dive while spitting flames "fried drow!! Extra crispy!!" he jokes while making another run. I have to use my shield to avoid arrows and fire arrows myself "shouts Lure them away, Zhepphyr!!" > "shouts back message understood!!" Wile flying over the drow Zhepphyr keeps on spitting flames killing half of the enemy forces. Yet suddenly Zhepphyr begins to caugh and gasp. "wide eyes Zhepphyr!!! what's wrong?!" I yell > "caughs an iceball, they have shot an iceball into my mouth!!! I can't use my flames anymore!!!" > "shakes head hang on!!!" I yell while guiding him higher into the air. From that position I'm able to fire arrows without having the risk of being hit by enemy fire. "curses I used up all my arrows...oh well, come on big friend...we'll go on a deathcharge..." I say but then feel a sharp pain in my shoulder as one arrow finally reaches my unshielded body. "moans arrh..." > "gazes at me hold on tightly...." Zhepphyr says before thumbling down in a free fall. Below us Gonfindle only can yell a cry of despair and denayal as we thumble into the unknown.
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