Bjorn Again- The Demon Wars

Mazikeen stared in awe as she listened to Rania speak. The ranger had never crossed paths with anyone from the Circle of Arcane, but heard many tales of their great power and knowledge. Her stomach twisted with nerves as the high elf spoke of demons assaulting regions all over Oneus. As the mage sat down again next to her, Mazikeen looked back to Aroth, his brow furrowed in thought. “Your presence is most welcome, Rania Faelyn. In light of your current state, we will not request more of your expertise until you are attended to properly. Before anyone leaves, however, we need to establish preparations for defending Valendra. When Aela deems you ready,” Aroth nodded towards Rania, “You can instruct us on how to best combat a demon.” Aroth looked to Mazikeen, “For now you are charged with providing anything Rania needs during her stay, and acting as her guide around Valendra.” The ranger bowed her head in agreement. The old sorcerer took his seat, and motioned for Ganalon to rise.


The blonde-haired wood elf stood, and looked around the barracks room. He rested a hand on the hilt of his blade, clearing his throat. “We will start preparing the village immediately. Anyone not able to fight will accompany the children down into the barracks cellars on the day of battle. Provisions should be stocked there beforehand in the event that the assault is lengthy.” Ganalon leaned down, resting a finger on the map laid out on the table. “We will fortify the front gate with barricades. That is where I will lead our force of warriors.” The Captain looked up towards a she-elf with dark tresses and wild eyes. “Layla, I want you and your beastmasters with us at the gate when the time comes. For now, your group will be in charge of patrolling the outer walls so we have plenty of warning.” Layla nodded eagerly, the leather-clad elf turned and clapped the shoulder of the beastmaster next to her. “We will be your eyes and ears, Captain.”

Ganalon grunted in agreement, returning his gaze to the map. “Most of our rangers will position themselves on the wall, with some in the watchtowers so that any vantage point from the sky is visible. A few mages can join our archers up there, though I would like to keep some forces on the streets inside. That is where the rest of our numbers will be, in the town square.” Ganalon straightened, and looked around the room. “Once Valendra has been defended, we will send out a group to escort Rania to the portal’s location. Hopefully it is not too far.” The Captain squared his shoulders. “You have your assignments. Make sure your armor and weapons are in peak condition. Dismissed.”


The room began to empty as wood elves filed quickly out the door to start preparations. Aroth stood, and for the first time, the sorcerer looked as though his age had caught up with him. Like the tree of Angmar, he was ancient- had weathered many storms, many battles. His expression reminded Mazikeen of a look she had seen before, it was one of losing hope. Aroth bowed his head towards Rania in appreciation, and the elf that all of Valendra looked up to left the barracks without a sound. Mazikeen frowned, she had never known Aroth to be uncertain. He must be unsure of our capabilities to defeat this threat she thought. Was this all folly? Were they all going to perish? The ranger felt doubt weigh down her core, and she glanced at Rania. The sight of the high elf provided her some resolve and she let out a breath.


Faerin trailed out of the barracks in Ganalon’s wake, nodding his head towards the trio as he exited. Aela hopped up, gliding towards the door. She turned towards Rania and smiled brightly. “Lets get those wounds taken care of m’lady.” As Rania stood and followed after the cleric, Mazikeen trailed behind, her thoughts preoccupied. Aela took Rania’s hand, guiding her slowly back through the town square to her home. Wood elves were rushing in all directions, the early morning light just starting to peek through the trees. “A mage of the Circle of Arcane? I am so honored to be able to serve you!” Aela chirped. She looked like she was on the verge of skipping, her small frame unable to contain her excitement. Mazikeen couldn’t help but smile as she listened to the young cleric explain her recent experiment to Rania. “Maybe when this is all over you can help me perfect the spell!”


Aela rushed forward to open the door as they arrived back at her enchanting house. The small wood elf held it open for both the mage and ranger as they made their way inside. The cleric’s home was quaint, the walls lined with shelves holding various bottles and ingredients. Lush plants sat in their pots in what seemed like every available spot against the wall, creating a lovely floral scent throughout the house. The door led into the largest of the two rooms, where Aela worked. A fireplace crackled with warmth, nestled into the right wall with a work table nearby. The cleric shut the door behind them, and the bustling sounds of the village preparations ceased. Aela did not waste any time as she rushed into the next room where a cot rested near a window, along with a large wardrobe standing against the other wall. “Please make yourself comfortable on the cot Rania while I prepare some supplies.” The cleric hummed a little tune as she sifted through her many shelves, picking out various bottles and plants that Mazikeen did not recognize. The ranger set her longbow and bags next to the door, finding a spot on a stool next to the wardrobe where she could watch over Rania.

After a few more moments of rustling, Aela entered the room where the two elves were waiting. “Now Rania, I have to admit I am improvising with your wounds, as I have never drawn out the acid of demons. I am confident this will work though!” The cleric smiled reassuringly, kneeling down next to the mage. She began to hum again as she carefully pushed up Rania’s clothing to expose the area on the high elf’s side. Aela nodded in approval as she examined Mazikeen’s quick bandage work. “This is not bad, Maze, you are definitely improving!” Aela turned her head and winked at the ranger in the corner. “All thanks to your tutelage,” the ranger replied with a smile. She liked the nickname Aela had given her years ago, back when she first asked the cleric to teach her basic medical aid. Mazikeen leaned forward as Aela started to gently remove the bandages. The gashes looked rather painful, blood and what Mazikeen suspected to be the demon’s acid, congealed on the edges of each clawmark. Aela’s hands moved with confidence as she dipped a linen cloth into a bottle containing a white substance. “This solution will help draw out the poison as I cast, I apologize for any discomfort it will cause you, Rania.” The cleric gently pressed the soaked cloth on each gash for a few seconds, letting the liquid seep in. Aela uncorked another bottle, pouring a few drops of a clear substance onto her hand and gently applied it around the wounded area. “This brew I concocted should help reduce the pain you are experiencing.” The young wood elf nodded in approval as she finished, going through the same motions with the mage’s thigh. She set the cloth down and grabbed the plants she had selected. Aela smiled sheepishly for a moment, looking to Rania. “It may seem odd to some, but I have noticed that my healing spells work better if I have some of my favorite plants nearby, like a good luck charm. I am not really sure why” she shrugged. She set the bundle of plants next to her on the wooden floor.


Aela thrust her hands out, one hovering over Rania’s side, and one over her thigh. She began an incantation, her voice soft but confident as she closed her eyes. Her golden locks seemed to glow brighter as green light formed in her palm. Mazikeen watched with wide eyes, she was always stunned at the sight of Aela’s magic. The green light grew, and translucent leaves and flowers seemed to dance on the edges of the magic stream as it made its way towards Rania’s wounds. As the light reached her skin, the ranger watched in awe as the wounds began to close. As the gashes grew smaller, the acid inside Rania’s body bubbled over the side of the openings and dripped down. Mazikeen rushed forward and picked up the cloth, wiping away the excess acid before it could further cause the mage pain or stain Aela’s cot. The petite cleric finished her incantation and flicked her wrists, the beautiful green magic leaving her hands, the rest of the stream traveling into Rania’s now closed wounds. Aela sat back, resting her hands on the now clean, white scars. She sucked in a breath, “Miss Rania, I believe that will do the trick. Healing wounds without leaving a scar is a bit beyond my expertise. You should not experience any pain, though. After a good rest, the stiffness in your body should vanish, and you will be back to your old self!” The cleric gently adjusted Rania’s clothing so that her skin was no longer exposed.


Aela stood, gathering her materials, and addressed the two with a smile. “I would suggest you two get some rest now. You will be of no use to us exhausted! Close your eyes for a few hours, I will wake you when the village has finished their preliminary preparations and are ready for some demon-killing instruction!” Aela thrust her hands out, pretending to cast some spells. “Take that, and that!” She twirled and bowed, giving the two a salute as she straightened. “I can’t wait Rania!” Aela winked and backed out of the room, closing the door. She could be heard in the other room, humming contently as she put away her healing reagents. Mazikeen shook her head in amusement. She was very fond of Aela, who was always cheery no matter how grim the world around her was. Mazikeen smirked, “Well we can’t argue with that.” She hoped Rania was able to get some rest. The ranger leaned back on her stool, resting her shoulders against the wall and closed her eyes.




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A few hours had passed when the creak of the door alerted Mazikeen that it was time to go. The ranger opened her eyes, her sight adjusting to the brighter light that now filtered through the window. It looked to be late afternoon. She stood and stretched, shaking out her stiff muscles. Aela popped her head in, “If you two are sufficiently rested, and you are feeling renewed Rania, the village is ready for you!” The cleric shuffled around in the adjacent room, grabbing her white cloak and tying it around her neck. Mazikeen looked to Rania, who seemed ready and well rested, and the two left Aela’s house with the young healer in tow.


As they stepped onto the stone street, Mazikeen took a moment to absorb how much the village had changed while they were inside. Wooden barricades were placed strategically on the street towards the front gate, and more could be seen being hauled out onto the road. Long wooden pikes with sharp ends jutted out on the structures that were being placed outside the gate. They should provide some protection for those fighting on the ground, Mazikeen presumed. Baskets and barrels filled with provisions were being stockpiled on the sides of the streets so that they could be brought down into the cellar. A few rangers were atop the wall, slowly strolling its perimeter as they watched the treeline. As the trio stood at the edge of the road, Layla passed by as she headed for the front gate. Genn was right on her heels, the beastmaster’s brawny white wolf. Layla winked at the three she-elves, and then broke into a run for the gate. Genn barked with excitement and chased after her as they headed out for patrol.


Mazikeen lead the way towards the town square. Once they reached the great tree, she took a right this time towards the training grounds. The fenced area was equipped with targets, weapon racks, and dummies mounted on wooden poles. As they neared the grounds, a large group of wood elves could be seen in the middle, talking amongst themselves. When the group noticed their arrival, Ganalon strode forward with Aroth and Faerin at his side. The rest of the group grew quiet with anticipation. Mazikeen looked to Aroth, and was relieved to see that his old demeanor was back. We all have moments of weakness, she thought. Her gaze flickered to Faerin for a moment, and the tall wood elf smiled reassuringly. The Captain nodded towards the high elf. “Welcome miss Rania to our training grounds. We are appreciative of your aid and expertise. I spared as many of the guard as I could so they could learn from you. The rest that are actively on patrol will have the knowledge passed to them later. Whether you prefer verbal instruction, a demonstration, or both, we are ready to listen.” Ganalon gestured around him and backed up, the rest of the wood elves followed suit. Mazikeen grabbed Aela’s arm and the two joined the others so that Rania could begin.

Mazikeen absorbed all of Rania’s instruction, examining her longbow with its new enchantment. She nodded, grateful for any aid against the might of the demons. She looked around at the expressions of her fellow wood elves, most were eyeing the high elf with awe, some still looked stunned after seeing the demon apparition. Aroth turned and called into the crowd of wood elves. “Esha, come forth and help Rania enchant the rest of the guard’s weapons.” The dark-haired she-elf weaved her way through the crowd and approached Rania, her cerulean robes brushing over the grass. She gave a quick bow, and asked Rania to demonstrate the spell one more time. While the two mages began to enchant the weapons of the guard, Mazikeen turned her head towards Ganalon, who was now speaking to Aroth. “The beastmasters have not seen anything out of the ordinary on patrol. The forest is oddly quiet.” The old mage stroked his beard, “It seems we have a little more time than we previously thought. When the enchanting is done here, let us all meet in the town square.” The Captain nodded, and Aroth strode off towards his home.

Faerin nudged Mazikeen with his elbow, nodding towards Rania. “I am grateful you two crossed paths. Who knows how this would have gone without the aid of the Council.” The ranger grunted in agreement, glancing up at Faerin. “Even with this advantage, the next few days will be the most challenging we have ever faced.” Mazikeen’s gaze traveled towards Aela, who was right next to Rania and Esha, watching them cast with fascinated eyes. The ranger sighed, “I worry about those of us who have yet to see battle.” The young cleric looked so delicate, like one of the white orchids found in the meadows around Angmar that she loved so much. Faerin rested a hand on the ranger’s shoulder. “She has all of us, we will be right by her side.” The tall warrior tilted his head as she watched Aela. “She is much more resilient than she seems. Vathel would not have left her here alone if he did not believe she was capable.” Mazikeen nodded, trying to recall how many months it had been since Aela’s mentor had left Valendra. The older cleric had left in hopes to find information on more adept healing spells since the young wood elf had swept through all of her training with ease. The ranger gave Faerin a pat on the back, grateful for his reassuring words. Though everyone in the village was close, he had always been special to her, a good friend. The tall wood elf ruffled her hair and laughed as Mazikeen hissed in annoyance and tried to smack him playfully. Faerin winked, turning to go get in line behind the other wood elves waiting for their enchantments.

Mazikeen ran a hand through her long hair, rolling her eyes. She moved closer to Aela and the mages, watching them work through the crowd. Some of the rangers moved towards the targets for practice, and the sounds of arrows meeting their marks soon filled the air. Ganalon nodded in approval as the mages worked, calling out for everyone to meet in the square later when they were finished. The ranger looked to the sky, the sun was just reaching the tree line- signaling early evening.

It was getting dark by the time everyone’s weapons were enchanted. Wood elves began to head for the town square as they finished in the training grounds. Mazikeen glanced towards Rania and Esha, both of them looked a little worn out. Aela threaded her arms around Esha and Rania’s arms, and guided the two towards the town square, a mage on each side of her small frame. The ranger followed, gesturing to any remaining guard in the grounds that it was time to leave. As the group approached the town square, warm and inviting light drew them closer. As they turned and stepped into the area, Aela clapped her hands in excitement. Benches filled the stone square all around the tree of Angmar, and candles and lanterns illuminated the area as the sky grew darker. The smell of freshly baked bread and hot soup wafted through the air, making Mazikeen’s stomach grumble. Most of the village was already seated, conversing with each other as they enjoyed the meal. Aela lead the she-elves to an empty bench, patting the space next to her. Mazikeen waited for Esha and Rania to sit, taking the last spot next to the high elf. Two of the village's maidens made their way over and offered the group some fresh bread and vegetable soup. Mazikeen accepted the bowl gratefully, bowing her head. She sipped from the bowl, the flavorful broth bringing warmth to her core. Aela took a huge bite out of her bread and chewed happily. The tree of Angmar’s leaves rustled in the light breeze over their heads, providing a natural canopy for the square.

Loud laughter could be heard from a bench to the left, where the beastmasters sat. Layla tossed a chunk of bread to Genn, who lunged forward and swallowed it whole. The group snickered as the white wolf crept closer, drooling as he watched his master eat. Mazikeen smiled, enjoying the moment of peace and togetherness. This is what they were fighting for, she thought. Being able to come together, enjoy each other’s company. They were family.

As everyone finished eating, Aroth stood and made his way to the center of the square, right in front of the great tree’s trunk. He lifted his arms and gestured around, and everyone fell silent. “We come together this evening to offer our prayers to the gods. It was they who gave us this gift for their love of nature and beauty.” The old mage gestured back towards the large tree. “It is said that Rillifane, our beloved goddess of nature, came down from the heavens and bestowed upon this soil a single seed. This great tree thus sprouted from the ground, and its magical roots spread all around, giving birth to the forest of Angmar. As many of you know, our forest is special for this reason, all of our trees’ roots are connected.” Aroth drew closer to the tree’s trunk, placing a hand on the bark. “It is the duty of the wood elves of Angmar to protect this gift. And thus is the purpose of our city, Valendra.” He turned, facing the crowd. “On the eve of battle, let us pray for the strength and resolve to fulfill our duty. Let us pray for each other, and for the fate of not only our people, but for the fate of Oneus.” He bowed his head, and everyone in the town square followed suit.

Aroth’s powerful voice washed over the crowd as he spoke. “Our lady Rillifane, your humble servants plead for your blessing in this dark hour. Grant us the courage to enact your will, to protect your gifts of nature and magic. Bless the souls who will fall in battle, receive them up into your arms and guide them to their eternal rest. May our faith in you steel the resolve of those who will linger on, and continue to serve you until their dying breath.” The old mage lifted his head, gesturing to a few wood elf maidens to come forth. They stood next to Aroth, and began to sing a soft, melodic tune:

We hear her calling on the breeze,

We see her beauty through the trees.

Her love nourishes our spirits,

Our lady brings us to our knees.



Lady Rillifane, elves of the wood she sustains,

All creatures of Angmar are her domain.

The goddess of nature heals their every pain,

We pray to the skies where you reign.



We feel your presence in the grass,

With you any storm we can outlast.

We will protect your sacred gift,

Until the eternal gates we shall pass.



Lady Rillifane, elves of the wood she sustains,

All creatures of Angmar are her domain.

The goddess of nature heals their every pain,

We pray to the skies where you reign.

The angelic voices of the maidens faded into the night, and raw emotion could be felt in the air. The she-elves bowed their heads and returned to their seats, a few elves in the crowd clapped respectfully. Aroth gazed around the square. “May you leave with this prayer in your heart. Tonight is a night of rest, take advantage of it. We will need our strength.” The old mage took a breath and looked around the square at all the faces he had grown fond of over the years. His gaze landed on Ganalon, and he gave the Captain a nod. He stood up from his bench and addressed the crowd. “As Aroth stated, tonight’s priority is rest. In order to provide the beastmasters with some time to recover, I will need a few rangers to patrol the outskirts in their stead. Ganalon searched the crowd, “Tared, you will patrol the southern side tonight, Mazikeen, you take the front gate.” Both rangers nodded in understanding.

The town square began to empty as wood elves made their way to their homes. A few walked towards the great tree to whisper some additional prayers. Mazikeen glanced at Aela and Rania. “Let’s walk back to your home Aela. If you are willing to house Rania for the night so she can recover her strength, I would appreciate it.” The young cleric smiled warmly, “Of course! I watched her enchant so many weapons, I bet she is exhausted.” Aela patted Rania’s arm gently, and turned to lead her back towards her home. Mazikeen walked next to Rania. “Once you are sufficiently rested, you can make your way to the front gate where I will be on watch. We can converse more there if you wish.” The trio arrived at Aela’s home, and Mazikeen waved as the two elves made their way inside to rest.

The ranger continued on the stone path to the front gate. As she passed under the archway, Mazikeen spotted Keelan, the beastmaster on patrol. She waved him over, “Keelan, I will be relieving you so you both can get some rest.” The ranger’s gaze moved down to Aspen, Keelan’s brown wolf. Mazikeen reached down and scratched Aspen’s ear. The lanky wolf licked the ranger’s arm in greeting. The tall wood elf nodded in thanks, smiling down at Aspen. “We could both use a bite to eat, and a long nap.” Keelan slapped Mazikeen’s leather shoulder plate in thanks as he passed by to the front gate, his wolf right at his side.

Mazikeen began her patrol, silently walking the northern perimeter, her eyes watching the tree line intently. All she could hear were the faint sounds of critters scavenging in the night. The ranger was a bit puzzled, why would the demons wait so long to attack? Were they amassing a large force? She frowned, not enjoying the anxiousness that came with waiting for an assault. Valendra was as prepared as they could get, she thought. She ran a hand down one of the wooden barricades as she passed it, hoping their defenses would hold. As the moon rose into the sky, Mazikeen remained watchful through the night, but nothing out of the ordinary came about.


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The sun just began peeking out through the trees when Mazikeen heard footsteps behind her. She turned, spotting Rania making her way out of the gate with Aela by her side. Mazikeen bowed her head, “Good morning you two. Manage to get some rest?” The young cleric looked to the high elf and nodded, smiling. “Indeed Maze! I am glad Rania had a chance to recuperate after enchanting all those weapons.” Aela tilted her head at the red-haired elf, and wondered if she always had such dreams every night, though she did not mention it out loud. She had awoke to the high elf stirring in her sleep, in the midst of a nightmare. Mazikeen eyed the two she-elves. “Well my night was fairly uneventful, thank you for joining me while I wait for someone to relieve me of my post.” Morning light illuminated the area as they chatted. Suddenly, the trio heard the call of an unfamiliar horn in the forest. The she-elves all looked in the direction of the sound, and then at each other in confusion. Dread filled Mazikeen’s core.

Rania simply gave a nod to Aroth as she stepped off with Esha to provide enchantments to as many of their weapons as possible. This would make the difference. It had to make the difference in whether these people survived or not. At least Rania could hope. She gave a soft smile to Esha and explained the spell to her, she explained the importance of it and how it would aid the wood elves in their fight against the demons. Luckily the dark haired elf was quite a fast learner and she easily picked up on the enchantment. To which Rania smiled. As she took each weapon into her hands she flipped it over for a moment before she cast the spell upon it, her emerald eyes looked to Aela whom watched with an excited curiosity, a smile upon her lips. “I can teach you more magic, young cleric.” Rania spoke, she was rather kind. Some blamed it on her youth. While others of the council stated that, that was the reason why Rania was appointed upon the council of elders. Her youth guided her in ways that they had forgotten so long ago. Rania glanced to Mazikeen as she had conversations with the other elf from the gate, her emerald eyes played over the two a moment as they had exchanged glances toward the young cleric. She tilted her head slightly as she began to wonder what the two were discussing, though Rania was brought back from her thoughts as another bow was placed into her hands.

As the sun began to fade Rania’s eyes grew tired, her enchantments took quite a bit longer toward the end. “That should do.” Rania spoke as she handed the final enchanted weapon forward and with that Aela linked arms with her and Esha. A chuckle came over the mage’s lips. “You wood elves are quite interesting, you know that?” She smirked as she looked to Aela. “I’m so used to the cold...almost stony nature of the council that this is...” She drew in a breath. “Nice, considering the current situation that we find ourselves to be in.” She gave a light chuckle and shook her head. She glanced over her shoulder to Mazikeen as she was pulled along by the young cleric. As they reached the tree of Angmar Rania felt her own stomach rumble and she held her hand over her abdomen as the enticing scent of food wafted into her nostrils. Rania glanced about to the wood elves that were already seated, some nodded their heads to her and lifted their drink. Others watched her with a bit of awe in their eyes, most likely having heard of the demon apparition she had summoned to show the fighters how to combat the beasts.

Rania smirked slightly as Aela pat the seat and she took her place. “Thank you.” She nodded to the cleric before she let out a long breath. She looked to Mazikeen as the ranger took a seat next to her. “We are in good preparation. This surely will guide us through battle.” She spoke just as the soup and bread was offered forward. The high elf let out a soft hum, a smile curved up her lips. “Thank you.” She bowed her head to the maidens as well before she lifted the wooden spoon and took a taste. Her eyes widened slightly to the glorious flavor. “Oh this is excellent.” She grinned before she tore off a piece of bread and dipped it. The elf fell into silence as she enjoyed her meal, her eyes lifted to look to the tree of Angmar. It was a beautiful sight, none of the stories quite did it justice. Rania’s thoughts were interrupted by the laughter of the beastmasters. Her eyes moved to them as she watched the comical interaction, a chuckle came over her lips and she shook her head slightly. The sense of family that these wood elves had, was unlike anything she’d ever felt. It was like a magic that floated in the air around them.

As Aroth stood and took his place before the trunk of the great tree Rania focused on him. Her eyes filled with curiosity as he began to speak, a gentle smile about her lips. She lifted a cup of water and drank from it. Though she was exhausted, she would push on until she was given the chance to rest. As he began the prayer Rania bowed her head respectfully. She lifted her eyes to him and the maidens that joined as the beautiful tune began to fill the air. Her eyes filled with awe. It was so melodic. She could have sworn she saw the leaves of the tree glow slightly, a magic dust within the air. Though, she was exhausted, it could have been her eyes playing tricks. Rania glanced to Mazikeen as she addressed her after the captain had spoken. She looked to Aela. “I appreciate your hospitality.” She spoke and bowed her head slightly. “Indeed I am quite tired.” She chuckled after Aela spoke of how exhausted she must be.

As they reached Aela’s home Rania turned and gave a nod to Mazikeen. “Keep safe on your watch ranger.” She spoke before she entered the home. She stepped inside and glanced around the cozy home as Aela moved about. Rania pulled her pack from her back and pulled out a clear jar of loose leaf tea. “Would you like a bit of tea?” She asked with a warm smile.

“Oh! Yes of course.” Aela replied happily as she gathered the kettle and handed it to the high elf.

Rania chuckled lightly as she filled the kettle with water and the loose leaf tea. “This is a special blend from my home in Calisdra.” She spoke as she held her hand to the bottom of the kettle. Her eyes began to glow as she heated it and within seconds steam came from the spout of the kettle and it whistled happily. Rania poured the tea for the cleric and then her own mug. She stepped over to the desk and sipped from her tea. “So, this spell.” She spoke as she looked over the items.

“You must be exhausted, Rania...” Aela began.

“Yes, I am quite exhausted.” Rania gave a smile, “But, we will need you to have everything that you possibly can in your arsenal.” She sipped from her tea again and let out a long breath. “Let me see.” She set down her mug and dug through her backpack. She pulled out a small book that was tattered and worn. In fact she had several books within her old leather backpack. “This may help you as well. It is a book of the elders. I want you to have it, healing enchants are of no use to me.” She gave a soft laugh. “My magic doesn’t quite….” She seemed to think of a good word. “Agree, I suppose. I’ve always leaned toward the elements, fire being the most alluring.” She drew in a breath and sipped her tea. All the while she was looking over the ingredients that Aela had in her home. “Lilyroot.” She spoke after a moment. She reached up and grasped a jar that had dust settled upon the lid. “That’s what you need.” She smirked slightly as she worked the items together. Following the written instructions carefully that Aela had written. She wrote in her own addition and then warmed the liquid to a boil before she blew icy air over it.

The mage turned with a bit of a smirk upon her lips as she held a white paste that seemed to have a bit of a magical aura to it. Aela grinned as she grasped it. “You did it!” She exclaimed as she looked the paste over. “That’s all I was missing? Really?” She groaned slightly. “This is incredible.”

Rania chuckled lightly, “Sometimes the eyes of another is all you need to complete something.” Rania finished her mug and then gave a nod as she walked over to the cot. “Now, lets get some rest, hm?” She yawned lightly as she grasped a blanket and lay down. She pulled the blanket over her body and soon enough she’d slipped into a slumber. Once again though, her dreams were plagued by nightmares. The mage tensed and winced in her sleep, she even whimpered a few times. Her breaths quickened and then would slow once again. The demons in her dreams would not leave her to rest.

Rania rushed through a city that demons swarmed into. She had her daggers drawn, her eyes glowed as she sliced into each demon, lighting it on fire from within. Runes glowed upon her face as her power swelled within her. She leaped about swiftly, her cloak trailed behind her in her wake rippling in the breeze of her speed. She rounded a corner just as one of her comrades let out a cry. A demon had thrust its claws into the chest of a young female elf. “No!” She screamed as she rushed forward. The claws protruded through the back of the elf that hung limply. Blood dripped to the cobble stone streets. The demon looked to Rania with glowing red eyes a snarl came over its lips as it tossed the elf aside. “No...” Rania whimpered her eyes swirled with fire.

The demon growled as it rushed for her. Rania let out a yell as she ran forward and leaped into the air, she stabbed forward with both of her daggers, sinking both into each eye socket of the demon. Black blood bubbled from the wounds as the daggers heated to a temperature that a blade would be within the kiln of a blacksmith. She screamed as she kicked the chest of the huge demon and he fell to the ground. Rania rushed over to the young elf. “Melawen...” She whispered, her voice shook. “Mel please...” She cradled the elf’s head.

The elf had blood leaking from her mouth, her body trembled, her eyes fluttered open. “R...Rani...a….” Her voice was weak.

“Shhh.” Rania could feel the blood pooling beneath her knees. “It’s okay Mel.” She breathed, her body quaked. “I’m going to fix this.” She nodded. “I promise.” She pulled the elf into her arms. “I’ll fix it.” She had tears rolling down her cheeks. Melawen’s head lulled and leaned against her shoulder. “Just...stay with me Mel. Please.” She begged as she took off in a sprint. Rania dodged lesser demons as she rushed through the city. As she came upon another elf in robes she skidded to a stop. “Aldon!” She cried as she nearly fell, breathless.

The male elf turned, his icy eyes looked to Rania. “Oh no Melawen...” He spoke as he took her into his arms. “Oh...Rania...” He rushed into a home that the council had been using as a base for the wounded. He quickly lay her upon a cot. He looked to the blood on his hands a moment before he touched her forehead.

“Safe her, Aldon.” Rania begged. “Please...do something...”

Aldon drew in a breath as he closed his eyes. Melawen had passed in Rania’s arms as she ran for safety. “Rania...” He began he lifted his eyes to the young elf.

Rania looked down to the elf, she wasn’t breathing...her skin was so pale...it was as white as a fresh blanket of snow. “No...” She took a step back. She was covered in Melawen’s blood. “N….no...” Tears rolled down her cheeks.

“Rania.” Aldon stepped forward and pulled her into his arms as she nearly collapsed to the ground. He lifted her into his arms and carried her to a cot, his eyes glanced to Melawen as he sat with Rania. Melawen was her younger sister, just a few years younger. Their parents were both gone, killed by Caspian...and now this….

Rania woke with a bit of a gasp, she had fresh tears that had rolled from her eyes. It had been a while since she’d dreamed of her sister. Of the night she lost her only family. Rania brushed the tears away as she sat up slowly. She slipped on her boots and closed her eyes a long moment as she drew in a breath. “Ready to go?” Aela asked as she searched over the high elf.

“Y-yes.” Rania replied as she pulled on her pack. “Ready.” She gave a weak smile. She was quiet as they made their way through the city. It was so peaceful. Almost too quiet. She looked about the sleeping homes as they made their way to the gate that Mazikeen stood watch over. Rania offered a smile and nodded as Aela answered Mazikeen’s question. “Uneventful is either a good thing...or bad...” Rania replied as she looked out over the dark forest as the rays of the sun began to peak over the tops of the trees. As the horn sounded Rania’s heart nearly stopped. She could see movement at the edge of the forest. Lesser demons. Minions really. They were mindless creatures. Easily killed, more of an annoyance than anything. Though, the demons turned chasing after something. The elf tilted her head slightly. She glanced to Mazikeen, her emerald eyes full of worry.

Another elf came to the gate, Mazikeen’s relief. “We have to stop them.” Rania spoke as she rushed forward from the gates. “If they get back to the greater demons….” She shook her head as she sprinted forward. She didn’t even look to see if Mazikeen had come with her. This was a battle that she’d fought for so long now that she didn’t rely upon another. She’d stopped relying upon others after she witnessed her sister’s death. Rania pulled her daggers as she sprinted forward into the forest hot on the trail of the demons. She could see the hoof prints from a horse that had dug deeply into the soil. A demon screeched and leaped forward. Rania let out a yell as she easily sliced her dagger upward puncturing beneath the jaw and into the skull. She kicked it back and continued on.

Rania continued forward until she found that the demons had chased their prey into a steep cliff face. The jagged rocks did not allow passage. The elf tossed a fire ball forward at a demon that rushed toward her, another she spun around and sliced her dagger across the throat. They were so easy to kill, the minions, compared to the larger demons. She dodged quickly as one tried to tackle her to the ground. Her eyes looked, trying to figure out who the demons were chasing after. She spotted the man, her brows tugged together before she had to slice at a demon that lunged forward to attack her. Rania rolled back, barely escaping the slash of the demons claws. She had three on her now. Her eyes glowed as her power swelled within her. The blades glowed like molten lava as she spun around. “Come on!” She called to them, her voice full of anger.

The horse bound forward with speed - Nicholas leaned forward on the horse as they both sought to create distance between them and the beasts. The wind was rough against his face, his short hair pushed back on his head, and his slender cape behind him tattering behind. He turned his head over his shoulder and glanced back - they still ran after him on all fours, bouncing and bobbing over each other. Though it was seconds later that a deeper horn sung into the skies - a small bit of hope lit in his chest.

Suddenly his horse reared, throwing him off to the side. He rolled several times until he hit a tree. He groaned in pain and slowly stood - there was a cliff before him, his steed barely stopping in time to avoid it. Nicholas stood and pulled his blade from is chest - this was it - his last stand. He gripped the blade as the flood of creatures made their way to him.

They did not stop to take in the scene, or plan an attack, they plunged forward to him and thrashed wildly. Nicholas shifted back, two hands upon the hilt of his blade, he made a calculated effort - and spun swiftly, a tornado of an attack which sliced several that approached him directly in half. Their clean halves hit the ground and thick green blood poured from their cores. He instantly turned - cutting one down - only to feel the burning claws of another gripping onto his ribs and ripping downward. His armor took the brunt of the damage but 3 moderately deep gashes began to bleed over his armor. He cried out - but the pain pushed him to fight harder now. "You will not take me like you did Jet" he gripped his side - holding the blade with a single hand.

To his surprise - the beast before him was cut down with ease. His blue hues peered to a woman who held two flaming blades. She urged forward with precision and speed - her blade melting them away like butter. Nicholas grinned slightly and shuffled forward to lob a head off. As one beast lunged for the woman - his blade pierced forward and stabbed it mid air. Then another came for him - an arrow pierced the beast and threw it to the side. His eyes glanced up - another elf woman? He nodded his head and swiftly turned - lobbing another.

He did not make huge steps, or gallant leaps - he held a strong form, and used his body fluidly - his blade just an extension of himself. He turned from several slices to another that had been shot by an arrow - but stood weakly, he flicked his blade and the beast fell to the ground. Another slice - and a beast leaped for his head. He ducked - just in time for it to be shot in the air, the beast crumbling to the ground - taken by some icy grip.

It was the woman with her daggers - who gave the final blow. They stood among nearly 60 dead creatures... It had happened so swiftly, their unspoken teamwork was natural and efficient. By now Nicholas was heaving with breath, he stabbed his blade into the earth and gripped his side. The blood was still leaking out, but it was mostly crusted, the adrenaline of battle was beginning to end and the pain was to come... though it was not the first wound he had ever received...

"Thank you" he reached for the ranger, his hand gripping her forearm in response. "I am in your debt" he spoke with a breath. He nodded his head nodded to each of the members she introduced, a slightly deeper nod - nearly a bow - to Rania. He paused as a beautiful white wolf made way to his boots. He did not move for a long moment, until the wolf seem to give the okay. Nicholas slowly reached his hand downward for the beast to smell, and once the wolf did - he gave a gentle scratch to the creature's jaw. "That's right buddy.." he coo'd slightly and chuckled.

"I am Nicholas Rique, monster-hunter, I hail from Malroc" he spoke clearly, his voice was moderately deep, but yet soft warm hints. He had a refreshing smile to match it - no doubt the charmer. "I was hunting.. this" he pulled out a scroll from his pack - which hung from his horse, he nodded to Mazikeen when she had retrieved it for him. "I had found some kind of... ritual spot, maybe a portal? They were coming out of this spot like bats out of a cave..." he shuddered. The scroll had a sketch of a huge demon, and a reward of 500 gold coin... Just as he handed over the scroll - he glanced up, a shadow flicking in the distance.

High up in the tree tops - a huge beast flapped its wings. The demon from before... had watched the slaughter. When Nicholas laid eyes upon him - the demon quickly bolted away, headed back to his ritual site, surely. . "Their leader spies us now..." he paused.. "Around the ritual spot were several huge stones - carvings in them... but it was pretty hidden, I had traversed through some dense brush to get to it, about 3 miles north of your village" he shuffled forward, but the pain in his side gripped him. He grasped his side once more and reached forward - his hand placing upon Mazikeen's shoulder as he caught himself.

"You have rescued me, I would hate to ask for your aid but..." he stumbled slightly again. Just as he did - he felt small hands upon his chest and back, steadying him. His hues glanced to Aela - who smiled softly to him.

"We will take care of that" she spoke softly and lead him towards a tree. She had already had some bandages out - and was wrapping his entire chest, pulling tightly over the wound on his side. No doubt she would have to return to the wound and clean it and mend it later...

"Save my life twice again then" he chuckled. "Please allow me to return the favor" he groaned slightly. "That portal remains, you expect a demon assault - it is brewing now.." he nodded. "My blade is yours" he sucked in a breath then. Within moments he was bandaged enough and Aela stepped back slightly. "Thank you..." he came back to his sword and pulled it from the ground and sheathed it on his back. "I've only fought odd beasts, or angry spirits - never a demon"

Mazikeen listened intently as Nicholas introduced himself, and her eyebrows raised at the term monster-hunter. She had never met one before, the forests of Angmar never bore many travelers to wood elf civilization. The ranger steadied the man, then moved out of the way as Aela and Rania moved forward to help. She nodded in approval as the young cleric provided basic aid. Mazikeen turned her gaze to the skies, taking in the appearance of the large winged beast in the distance. She shivered, not looking forward to meeting it in battle. As it flew away, her eyes remained fixed on the spot where it was, her mind trying to comprehend the sheer might the creature must possess. The ranger snapped out of her own thoughts as Rania spoke of preparations, and Mazikeen nodded in agreement.

Mazikeen waved over Faerin so they could help Nicholas up on his steed. “There is no point in walking back with those wounds and risk irritating the area further,” she remarked. When Nicholas was settled, Mazikeen grabbed the reins so she could guide the steed back to Valendra. Aela walked along the other side, patting the horse. “Don’t worry sir, once we get back I will take care of those gashes for you!” The cleric smiled kindly up at the man. The group followed Rania as she walked up ahead, with Layla, Tared, and Faerin trailing behind. Their eyes were watchful, looking for any signs of the enemy nearby. Genn ran up near Rania, nose to the ground, making sure the way ahead was safe. The group kept a steady pace, and soon the stone wall was within sight.

One of the rangers on watch atop the wall shouted down to the front gate once the group was in sight, and the thick wooden door creaked open. Ganalon rushed out to meet everyone, his face full of concern. “What happened? Is everyone alright?” The armored wood elf eyed the stranger, his hand rested on his blade’s hilt instinctively. Faerin strode forward, explaining what happened, and gestured towards Nicholas, introducing him to the Captain. Ganalon turned towards the man, bowing his head slightly, visibly relaxing. “Welcome to our city, Nicholas of Malroc. We will gladly accept any and all aid to defeat the enemy inhabiting our lands.” The Captain stroked his chin. “I am glad fate has brought you to us, we were worried that it would take us quite some time to find the portal.” The Captain turned to young Aela. “Please attend to this man immediately. Take some time to rest while the sun is up. When nightfall is upon us, though, be ready. I do not think the enemy will delay much longer.” Mazikeen shaded her eyes as she looked up to the sky, it was late morning by now. They had more than enough time to tend to Nicholas.

Ganalon waved the group through, stopping Layla and Tared so they could discuss the situation further. The beastmasters mentioned to the Captain that Rania would be guiding the town’s mages in closing the portal. Ganalon nodded, and sent Layla to fill them in. Curious eyes looked to Nicholas as the group made their way to Aela’s cottage. The village was bustling with activity as wood elves continued preparations for battle. Clashing of metal could be heard from the training grounds as the guard sparred for practice. Ganalon had doubled the patrol, rangers and beastmasters alike strolled the grounds, watchful as ever. As the group reached the young cleric’s home, Faerin and Mazikeen helped the man down, trying to be as gentle as possible. Faerin glanced to Nicholas, “I will walk your steed to the stables while you are attended to. You can retrieve it there whenever you have need.” He bowed in farewell to the group, winking to Maze before he strode off with the steed.

Aela rushed up to her door and opened it with a flourish, gesturing for Rania, Nicholas, and Mazikeen to walk through. Once again the young cleric’s home welcomed the group with warmth and floral scents- the experience was always relaxing. Aela wasted no time, guiding the man to the cot in the other room, and grabbing her healing reagents. Mazikeen noticed that the young cleric had attached her favorite bundle of plants to her waist, resting on the right side of her belt so that they would always be with her. The petite wood elf talked Nicholas through the process of laying down and removing his armor in a friendly manner, trying to keep the mood light. The ranger leaned against the wall, watching Aela go through the same process she had seen with Rania. Mazikeen waved over the mage, allowing her to have the seat on the stool that the ranger had perched on before. The man’s gashes looked similar in nature, but were more in number, smaller, more frenzied than the larger demon that had attacked the high elf. Mazikeen frowned as she examined the wounds from a distance. The smaller beasts may not strike as hard or as deep, but their attacks were faster, and had greatly damaged Nicholas’s skin.

Aela used a large amount of her poison reduction solution over the area on the man’s side. Her small hands worked quickly as she then applied her home brewed pain suppressant, trying her best to not cause Nicholas further pain. Once everything was in place, the cleric began to cast, her soft voice navigating through the complicated spell with ease. Aela’s beautiful healing magic made the small room glow with green light as the wounds closed slowly. The same foul looking acid was expelled from Nicholas’s gashes, which Rania wiped away this time with some linen cloths on the stand near the cot. When Aela was finished, her magic dissipating, she nodded in approval at the now scarred over area. She smiled sheepishly at Nicholas, “Apologies for the scars, I am still working on that. Until I can heal wounds without leaving scars, I am working on brewing a potion that will clear the skin of marks like that.” Aela helped the man sit up and adjust his armor. She gently pushed him against the wall, so that his torso was resting against it while he sat up. “Let me clean up quickly in the other room.” The young cleric grabbed her reagents and rushed out the door.

Mazikeen eyed Nicholas, he seemed to look better, more relaxed. The trio was quiet for a moment in the small room. The ranger cleared her throat and addressed the other two in the room, nodding first to Rania and glancing at Nicholas. “What do you two need in order to prepare for battle? Anything we have here in Valendra is at your disposal.”