Crawling in the filth, Callwen fights against the pain of her wounds to keep her face out of the brackish water, which she knows will drown her once agony and blood-loss have sapped the last vestiges of her strength.
Behind their cobbled-together walls, Goblin archers aim and shoot, hissing with satisfaction whenever their barbed little shafts strike Elf flesh. Eiluned manages a shocked gasp as one crunches through flesh and bone high on her torso: For her at least, death comes swift.
Aiming true, Mairwen ensures the killer’s triumph is short-lived.
PicardJean-Luc
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