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Within death's shadow
My Volante had no effect...it passed through the creature as if it were made of smoke. Even when I attacked it with a lit torch, it only flinched for the flame was too small. This beast of mist and darkness was far from being just a shapeless fog, for it was able to dig its claws into my flesh; the marks still burn upon my skin, and I shall carry these marks for the rest of my life.
It killed all of those who had summoned it and we almost lost Lanthem to its attacks. Imrie was the only one who seemed to be able to harm it...she blasted it with fire and light...nothing else worked.
Uncle, is there anything you can teach me. I know I have not been a good student, but I am ready now, ready to listen. I thought I could fight like the humans...I thought I could overcome my weaknesses in magic with the strength of my swing...but it is not enough...I could do nothing....I understand now...I cannot fight, nor prove my worth, without the Elven magic to strengthen the song of my thorns.
Chasing Shadows | The Chords of Chaos | Episopde 9 |
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First day on the job
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The Lady and the Bandit
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Dreams and Mysteries
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Within death's shadow
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Elven Hospitality
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Wanting to belong
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Into the shadows
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Walking out into the wild world
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Magic beyond imagination
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Forest of fears and misfortune
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What is known is now unknown
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A bluff and a losing hand
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What tangled webs we weave
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Rip
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Maze of shadows and death
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The light, almost went out
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Down the river
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Those that cast shadows, die by our song
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Soul in a spear and a veil of blue
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Dreams, truth and madness
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Wake me up, please
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