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"the house is under attack!" came the warning.
"what?!? all three high priestess called. "it cant be! not till tomarrow!" Xullafay called.
"get ahold of yourself," Zeb cried out. "where is the blasted weaponmaster? get the soliders out!"
the house shook as spells hit.
"we have an advantage. this house is mostly in the mantle," the matron said, still confident they would prevail.
they three walked to the balcany to see, the scene. the soliders were doing a relatively good job of holding back the enemy.
"the 3rd house?" an smile crossed Matron Shyntyl's face. they were no match for her soliders.
then Zeb and Xullafay began casting spells down into the courtyard.
"bring me Rhylaun!"

another shake from the attack. it thru Nilree and Zarae to the ground. Rhylaun then was running down the hall.
"we have to get out. I recieved a message from the Masked Lord. we cant survive," Nilree said in one breath.
He had recieved the message also. the three were heading down the long hall out of the back of the house compound when another shook it.
a messanger arrived, out of breath, "Matron...you...balcony...now..."
Rhylaun cursed. he had no intention of going. he drew his katana and forced between the links in the armor and into the heart.
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Zar grabbed Veraka's hand and got them to the house as soliders were pouring into the courtyard. it seamed like house kilanatlar was winning. but Zar noticed the only a fraction of who was coming.
She got into place as most everyone else had.
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Veraka was then teleported to the now battlefield between the third and second houses troops. Veraka immediately took in the chaos that rained supreme on this field; soldiers left and right were tearing into each other. Blade, spear, dagger, crossbow bolt, all were being used in this all out free-for-all.
The ground soon turned a deeper shade of gray/black as limbs, heads, and extremities were hacked off. Veraka saw a couple of 3rd house soldiers gain a marginal, but quick-lived advantage over a Kilanathar grunt. As one came in from behind, the other came in from the front.
"The poor SOB never stood a chance," Veraka said as he saw the Kilanathar soldier get his guts taken out and placed on the ground by a decent back-stab, followed with a horizontal slash to the stomach region. However, the two victors were quickly and methodically mowed down by a hail-storm of bolts and spells. That was when the storm warrior noticed both a female soldier and a young child that she was oddly carrying, go down about a hundred feet from him.

Veraka's heart skipped a beat as he saw that the child was still alive and surprisingly, a drow maid, by her attire, crawled out to grab the child. It was what the maids aura was that made Veraka roar out in rage. She wasn't an evil alignment like most drow that he saw with his vision. Drawing both Marala Vharc and his off-hand bastard sword from their respected sheaths, the storm warrior careened into the fight. It was what happened next that that made him look up in awe.

Dacuda looked around the battle zone, enjoying this lush, blood filled arena as long as he could; just because because he was a blood-sucker didn't mean that he couldn't love the wanderlust of a good bloody battle.
The elite noticed how the battle was shifting in favor of House Kilanathar; so he used the signal that Mae'Vir had instructed him to do so at that moment. He looked to the wizard; "if you are going to get us in, then I suggest that you make this quick."
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the wizard sent the signal and entered(?) with the vampire into the grand hall.
in the courtyard a gate opened and out poured soliders from the first house. Kilanatlar's advantage was soon gone.
Matron Shyntyl, who was impressed with how her house was holding soon had a look of shock as the gate sprewed more soliders.
she cursed every vile word she knew and she continued to throw spells. but the cleric spells quit coming. Lloth had turned against her. Matron Shyntyl had been shrewd and wise, taken up the study of the arcane as well and was throwing what she could at them.
the battle entered the house. the noise of metal ringing. the house shook again, and the matron fell uncerimonously to the floor.
she picked herself up and headed to the chapel, as she sent her daughters to fight.

The three were heading twords the antechamber when a violent shake threw them all to the ground. soliders poured into the breach as the house wards were finally destroyed from the inside.
Rhylaun drew both swords and quickly took down one after another. "get to the tunnel," he managed thru gritted teeth.
Zarae and Nilree rushed twords the escape tunnel. Zarae, faster, got their first and opened the portal. She turned back to see Nilree not with her. Another rumble and parts of the ceiling fell around her. She tried to turn back to search but the elaborately carved door of the chamber burst open and in came soldiers, no not soliders, the Red Sisters. Followed by both Matron Mothers of the attacking houses.
Matron Shyntyl walked out to met them. they surrounded the lone matron as Mae'Vir circled Shyntyl.
"my how the tide turns so quickly. and you thought this prophesy would lead you to position of ruling matron? when I find her...oh what I could do."
Shyntyl just watched, her eyes narrowed. she wasnt going down without a fight. as the first matron neared her, shyntyl, drew a special dagger, one coated with a vile posion. but Mae'Vir knew the female and the dagger hit stone protection. Mae'Vir bent and whispered into Shyntyl's ear. another rumble, but everyone managed to hold their ground.
Zarae couldnt hear over the sounds of war. A blade came out of Matron Mae'Vir's hand into Matron Shyntyl's heart. Her mother's lifeless body fell to the cold floor. She heard commands to search for survivors and kill all but the noble blooded females. Zarae saw the blood pool, but their was nothing, no emotion or sadness, nothing for the woman who was mother only by biology.

the vampire stood their as the wizard's spells took down the second youngest daughter. the vampire wanting action and seeing how stupid this female was and poor skilled easily took her down.
Matron Mae'Vir entered as the life drained from her eyes.
she bent down and looked into her eyes, "she aint the one. find them!" she called to the Red Sisters and the Vampire. Dracuda finished the female, enjoying her (lifeforce? or just blood)
Zeb and Xullafay entered the room, ready to fight.
"just on time..."

(however u want to subdue them, go ahead. Zeb is a red sister and will be the hardest. Xullafay is 1st daughter. so it will be a hard fight. when subdued mae'vir will speak)
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The elite vampire smiled as he absorbed the females life energies with one swift bite; "ah, it has been quite a while since I have tasted such sweet essences."
All of sudden, two drow females, obviously nobles, showed up right on the scene; "ahh, and these, I believe, are the ones that I want alive, at least, in one piece and breathing," the vampire grinned wickedly as he leaped into the air, front-flipping to the two daughters.

Zeb and Xullafay, however, were no amateurs to the art of combat, and they immediately jumped to either side of the vampire.

Dacuda drew both his longsword and his double-edged katana as he landed. The two sisters, Zeb and Xullafay, came in low, hard and fast, their snake-whips extending outward as a preemptive strike. Dacuda side-stepped both attacks, his abilities as a vampire giving him an extreme edge in this fight, though, he was outnumbered.
"Come, come now; is that really the best you priestesses can do?" he tauntingly asked them.
"Two priestesses and an assassin should be more than enough to take you on, you corpse-rodden bloodsucker," Xullafay spat back.
"Shall we see?" Dacuda retorted, and with that lunged in. The two daughters met him mid-stride, and soon the full-battle commenced.

The fight was intense, with blows being exchanged at lighting-speed, small grunts and cries of pain, and sprays of blood staining the ground. Both Dacuda had to give credit to both of the sisters, they were not to light-beats wielding a sword, they were experts in their field of combat, with years of training under their belts.
For every blow that he landed on either of them, they both gave him one in return; they would've won to had he been a normal mortal; but he was immortal, an undead vampire of some status.
The longer the fight went on, the more and more it became a battle of attrition. However the two females had some serious fight in them; he wound up with several more good cuts and bruises. The battle between Dacuda, Xullafay, and Zeb raged for another twenty minutes.
Soon Xullafay began to feel the effects of a protracted battle start to take their effect on her. Her movements were slowing as her muscles began to tire, and her joint began to stiffen up.

the Elite Vampire sensed the older daughter's movements, how they were slowing, and launched a furious assualt against her. He quickly gained the upper hand as his sword came down and swiped her out from under her feet. He quickly disarmed her, then moved on to Zeb. This one proved a handful, for she was trained as an assassin, and had the weapons to match.
Dacuda had to endure a few more hits before he finally got the drop on her and was able to disarm her, before the guards ended up tying them up.
"Matron Mae'Vir, the two oldest daughters of the Kilanathar." He presented them to her.
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"not a bad show male. you have some use after all."
she walked to Xullafay, the most likley choice. the female spit in Mae'Vir's face which was responded to with a stinging slap across the face drawing blood. she whispered the words of a spell and looked into the high priestess memories. she couldnt gather who still.
Mae'Vir's face showed disapointment as her long fingers grabbed her face. "I dont believe you are the one, but you crave that power, that title. must alas, your pitful life ends here."
Mae'Vir took her Shyntyl's dagger, the one she attempted to use on the matron, and showed it to Xullafay. her eyes grew large as she saw it, knowing exactly what poison was on it.
Mae'Vir teased Xullafay, rubbing it across her beautiful obsidian skin. then she drew it across the mouth, cutting her face. within a few seconds her whole body began to hemorrhaging from every orface. bright red blood poured from her eyes, nose, ears, and more.
Zeb say it and new she was next. for she wasnt the one Mae'Vir wanted.
"i tell you who she is, I will serve you, as a humble lowly slave," forcing out the last half.
tapping the dagger on her chin, the matron thought about it. then held it up to her thin throat. she cast the spell on her too. but again disappointment.
"begging for you life, how low of a high priestess and a Red Sister."
the other sisters laughed. enjoying the show.
"but I dont need you. you have 2 left. and one is but a child."
Zeb attempted a headbut, knocking the matron back as she dropped the dagger.
the 3rd matron picked it up and slaped her with it cutting a gash across her check. as Xullafay died, so did Zebercyrl (if i spelled it right).
another shake of the house.
"find the other two!" she said as the room began crumbling around them. the sisters dispersed and the matrons vanished.
little did the matron know, the last two wouldnt be found.

Zarae turned and ran down the tunnel as the room's ceiling calapsed sealing her from finding her twin brother. with a tear in her eye, she ran on. the tunnel falling in on itself. she waved the house insignia and the lat ast door opened, just in time to get her out before tons of stone fell on her.
she paused there my the small lake at the end of the river's tributary. tears began to fall more freely as the last of the house began crumbling.

Nilree had ran back to Rhylaun to get him. but they wouldnt make it to the tunnel. that half of the house was beneth rubble. Rhylaun called upon the power of the Masked Lord and a gate opened into the shadow plane, just as the bulding collapsed. he looked back, wondering if his sister survived, escaped or was beneth the stone. tears formed in his eyes but he wiped them away as they appeared on the surface.

Alylin moved quickly, unseen. she saw those standing and watching for different reasons. those she was supose to find. but she didnt care anymore. Lloth turned away, and so she would do the same. Unknow to her or Zar, Alylin passed the person who promised to kill her, the one who would lead Alylin to the light one day.

only a few common soliders had been able to escape the mass destruction. and many only escaped to find quarrels waiting for them.
Zar, near Veraka sense something, something she guessed he did also...she was about to warn him,
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Veraka felt his jaw drop as the battle quickly changed from Kilanathar being the one with the advantage to being the one without it. Hundreds, if not thousands, of House Mae'Vir soldiers poured into battlefield, ramming into the Kilanathar defensive line.

Veraka saw the line near collapse, so he barreled in, using his now-controllable berserker to fuel his strides. He came up in the surging flotilla, and with a sweep of his duel swords, took two of the advancing soldiers out. Veraka then went into a furious assault on any drow that was within his blades's lethal reach.
Veraka noticed how he had left the young drow maiden by herself with the newborn child. He saw his worst nightmare start to unfold before his eyes. The young maiden sat screaming with tears as the was taken by a priestess in the field, and was about to be 'sacrificed' as a battlefield offering for victory.; it was then that the storm warrior saw red.
Letting loose a roar that rivaled the Black Lion that dwelt within his totem, he brought himself over to bear on the priestess and her surrounding guards.
The female must have noticed his approach, as several of the guards bolted out to intercept Veraka; ducking under a horizontal cut from a male fighter, the aasimar went into a shoulder-charge against the drow, whilst keeping the point of Marala Vharc up as he charged in. His shoulder hit the elf in the chest as Marala Vharc's wicked edge dug itself into the unfortunate drow's stomach. Pulling hard to his left, Veraka tore open the elf's innards.
"Ouch, that had to hurt," the aasimar said as he began a series of highly complex maneuvers against the remainder of the guards. As he finished off the last of the guards, he saw the priestess about to kill the newborn; the berserker roared in him as he reacted on instinct.
Dropping his off-hand sword, Veraka pulled out one of his tanto-tipped knives, and hurled it at the female; the weapon sailed through the air, then embedded itself into priestesses neck. She gurgled as the knife punctured her jugular, letting red run down her ebony-smooth skin. The aasimar got to the priestesses and grabbed the child, returning the infant to the caring maiden.
She was about to say thank you, when she pointed to his back and screamed. Veraka whirled about, bringing one of his blades to block, the other to kill. It worked all to well, severing a soldier's head.

Veraka continued to defend the female and the infant, refusing to let any Mae'Vir soldiers to get close enough to her. He fought with all his rage, using his newly acquired to power to hold off many soldiers at one time. The hurricane force of the twin blades in the hands of the storm warrior kept up to seven drow warriors at one time, whirling and screaming through the air. In and out the warriors blades came, Marala Vharc and the adamantine sword carving a blood path through the oncoming enemies.

However, as well as Veraka was doing, the battle was quickly turning in favor of House Mae'Vir; soldier after soldier of Kilanathar was cut down in the merciless bloodbath; one drow sergeant noticed how well a certain over-sized male was doing against Mae'Vir's troops, despite the fact that he was by himself. The drow looked around her to see most of the soldiers of her army were being slaughtered, she signaled her remaining troops to form up on the abnormally large male fighter.
"He seems to be doing well enough, I might live through this." she said to herself as about six others made their way over to the monster-sized male.


Veraka elbowed another drow in the throat before finishing him off with a well placed sword thrust to the gut. It was around this time that Veraka noticed that a number of Kilanathar soldiers had started to gather round him. He noticed that they stuck close to his sides, forming a tight, but very effective semi-circle of defense.
"Do you wish to live!" he called to whoever was the leader; "I want to survive," the sergeant responded.
"Do you wish to LIVE!!" he roared at the female, which made her jump; she nodded her head quickly obviously startled by the aasimar's sudden flare up.

"Then follow me," he bellowed over the clamor of steel and cries of agony; "that includes you to," he barked, pointing at the young maiden with the infant. He then roared in defiance and charged ahead. Both his swords cut the swath into the opposing ranks. The bear of a warrior was the powerhouse of the battle; every one of Veraka's swings either forced a drow backwards, or cleaved em in two. Like a storm coming down off the mountain peaks, he plowed through the ranks of Mae'Vir soldiers, the small squad of Kilanathar soldiers behind him.
As Veraka neared Zarstra to hand off the few survivors that he picked up, he then felt a familiar and very not-good presence from behind him; he told Zar, "quickly, take these ones and get them to safety."
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Dacuda exited House Kilanathar, well what remained of it, with a few Red Sisters; he then caught something out of the corner of his eye; that unusually tall drow was there on the battlefield. The elite vampire was curious, what drow would be that tall and well-muscled. So, he then cast Greater Dispel Magic on the drow, and had to both raise a brow and laugh manically at the irony.
"Well, if it isn't my quarry," Dacuda shouted, catching the attention of the Red Sisters that were with him.


Veraka saw Zarstra's reaction and felt his blood freeze as he heard that voice; he turned around, only to be hit by a magical blast. Suddenly the whole battlefield was turned toward him as his skin went from dark ebony to white-golden, revealing his assimar heritage. Every single drow eye in that area was looking at him; some with complete shock, others with confused looks.
"Well, well, this is a piece of irony, isn't it; I come all this way to hunt you down, and you make my job so easy as to come right into my arms; I'm touched."
"Stow it, you filthy blood-sucker," Veraka growled back.
"Perhaps after I grind the answers out of you that Matron Mae'Vir would find useful, then I shall take you to my mistress then." This comment drew approving glances from the Red Sisters, who seemed to think that the surfacer was part of the Elistraee sect in the city.

Veraka didn't need to answer back, the berserker did it for him. He bellowed a roar that echoed off of the ceiling, letting the berserker fully into his mind and soul, the two became one. Veraka's glowed pure red with silver irises. He charged the vampire and the fight commenced. In, out, one, two went Veraka's blades, searching for a weakness; Dacuda didn't let him find one, but because of the aasimar's speed and ferocity, he couldn't find a place to launch an attack of his own. CLING CLANG went on as Marala Vharc shed sparks whenever it struck Dacuda's katana.

The aasimar was gaining the upper hand on Dacuda, despite the elite's attempt's of stealth attacks and roguish tactics. His speed was like lighting, his strikes like those of dragon's power.
Dacuda like many of undead, didn't fear any mortal, yet this one was something different, almost like he was possessed by a god.
Then, the vampire heard something that only he could smile at; "allow me to assist in this," said a comely drow woman said from behind the undead. The female drow was dressed in Red Sister attire, but something about her was different, Veraka felt it.
It was her first attack that gave the aasimar his answer; a sharp pain drew his attention to his chest.
The female's hand had punctured his armor, and gone straight threw his body; blood was pouring out of the wound.
"Damn you, demon of Lolth," Veraka cursed the female as he stumbled forward.

[i:1kdke6ic]You are not done yet, young one[/i:1kdke6ic]a deep booming voice echoed threw the storm warrior's head; [i:1kdke6ic]your life is not forfeit; now, I beckon you, become my right hand; become my weapon of justice[/i:1kdke6ic]
[i:1kdke6ic]I will; my sword becomes yours.[/i:1kdke6ic] Veraka responded; and that's exactly what he became.


The demon laughed wickedly, then stopping abruptly as the warriors sword began to glow radiant silver, and crackle with heavy bolts of lighting.
Veraka's flashed open, the red hue replaced by a stark glowing silver.
"What's a matter, handmaiden of the spidey queen; you didn't think that a warrior of the platinum dragon is so easily defeated?" The storm warrior's voice carried power and depth as he said this.
Then, letting loose a roar, the half-possessed storm warrior surged forward, striking at the female wherever he could. Marala Vharc crackled as it struck a fair wound on the drowess. She hissed an unnatural hiss, one of only the hells.
"Back to the pit from which YOU CAME!!!" the aasimar bellowed, deflecting powered punch with his arm; dropping his off-hand, Veraka grabbed the demon by the throat and lifted her off the ground, then slammed her into the soil with ungodly strength.
"I banish you to DemonWeb Pits NOW!!," he roared as he brought a crackling Marala Vharc up and over his head. The swords wicked edge plunged into the females throat and forth from the hilt of the weapon, celestial arcs of electricity came down and zapped the demon with raw power.
The demon shrieked as it was cast down into the hellish pits below; then aasimar raised his weapon over his head, and from it burst forth a searing light, one that was ten times the strength of the sun. Electricity enveloped him and all the others that were of House Helvighym, and whisked them all into the houses protective barriers.

Veraka teleported into the houses Cavern of Song; the glowing around him stopped and he collapsed onto the ground his own blood pooling around him at a rapid rate.

((ok, now THAT was intense.))
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(now how in the world am i supose to follow that? that aint fair... :D ))

Zar took the babe as Veraka handed it to her. then lead the small group out of the battlefield, and away from the crowds.
all around the Kilanatlar compound were spectators and onlookers enjoying the show. the house imploded on itself, killing the anyone unable to get out.
Lady Erelae worked hard to hold back tears as she stood their. the cries of numerous hitting her before they went silent.
Zar turned back to the rubble, to see the surfacer outed and now fighting what she rightly guessed as his enemy. many of the watchers gathered around the curious sight of the human looking being fighting.
third house soliders, many eliminated, aimed crossbows at them depending on the victor.
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Zarae, pulling her hood over her face, shook her head and running. she didnt know where, and for the moment, she didnt care. not watching where she was go, she bumped into a drowess, standing their apart from the battle. her dress marked her as a priestess of Lloth, but she glowed with a silverish light.
the lady looked at her. she had no doubt the who the girl was. her dress was unmistakable was the house emblem on her piwafwi.
"if you wish to get away, have that insignia will do more harm." her voice was of warmth. some soliders were out hunting for survivors, so Lady Erelae hid the girl behind her.
they continued on ignoring the powerful matron watching the battle.
"you can come with me or you can be on your own." Lady Erelae spoke, not harsh but bluntly. Zarae nodded and they began walking back...
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as the battle tween Veraka and the vampire began to turn south, something happened, and they were no longer in Brozen. but the cavern of song.
her and everyone that was from this house.
her mother had a young hooded girl with her in the clothing of a noble. she herself was still holding the child when she spotted the injured aasimir. she handed the baby to another and rushed over to help him, casting healing spells over him.
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Veraka lapsed into consciousness, raising his eyelids to see Zarstra over him. He realized that she was healing him, or at least trying to. The wound that he had received from the female drow demon.
He lifted his head up to speak, the words barely coming out; "the. . . .wound. . . .from . . . .a. . .a. . . . . a handmaiden of Lolth; stupid . .bitch. . . got the . . drop . . on me. She's. . .UHHHHH!"
The wound was deep and continued to pour forth the storm warrior's bodily fluids onto the floor. A running red river cascaded off of his adamantine armor, creating a mini waterfall of blood. He held onto consciousness, refusing to let the blackness take him again, knowing that he could very well be on his way to Kelemvor's Fugue Plane.
"Heh; I guess . . . . over-stepped my boundaries . . .with old . . . bitch . . .spidey queen, ehh. . .AAAHHAHHAAAA!" He screamed in agony as pain lanced through his body, like raw acid was being poured into his veins.
Veraka had been through pain, but this was entirely new to him; his vision blackened around the edges, but he refused to surrender.
His body was weak; during the entire fight, he had used the berserker to it's fullest; while in limited use, it would not harm him, the extensiveness that he had used it had severely drained his body; his blood was thickened from lack of hydration and his vision was blurred and swirling due to the loss of electrolytes in his system, and yet he refused to yield.
Veraka again screamed out loud, the searing pain burning through his soul and eating at his body.
"Zar, UUHHHH. . . spells will. . . slow the . . bleeding. . . but. . I need . . . ARRRGHGH!"
Again, the pain seared through him.
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Erelae hurried and got the survivors out of the cavern of song. as they traveled down the corrider, others came to help them.
Zarae paused, uneasy here and still in grief. Lady Erelae took her to a room in the house so she could have time alone.

the other 5 gathered around the warrior to began casting healing. one was attempting to staunch the blood.
Zar began praying to the Dark Maiden for help.
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Veraka again roared in pain as he barely noticed five other drow came to aid Zarstra, who began praying to the Dark Maiden. Veraka's totem amulet glowed and out jumped the Black lion spirit. It roared at Zarstra, then pawed around to the obsidian statue in the cavern of Song. Turning around, it again roared at Zar, as if beckoning her to come over to where it was.
((be as inventive as you want, just remember, I was damaged pretty badly by an extra-planar being, and one from the DemonWeb Pits none the less, so the wound will only heal via extra-planar means.))
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Zar saw the spirit. felt what it was asking her to do. she stood up and walked twords the statue. she motioned they attempt to bring the warrior as she cast bear's strength(?) so they could lift him up and over.
her hand reached out to touch it, one hand laid on the warrior, casting healing.

then her surroundings changed.
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Zarae entered the room. the evening events had exhausted her. she sat on the bed, not even thinking about searching for traps.
she had become numb, like everything around her was going on and she just stopped.
at last she pulled her feet up, and curled under her piwafwi. all the events of the day flashed thru her mind. finally beyond exhaution, mentally, emotionally and psychologically.
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Veraka felt himself being lifted off the ground, then his surroundings changed. Suddenly, he felt at ease, as radiant energy soaked into him.
Through his blurred vision, he saw Zarstra touch the lion spirit that resided within his totem. As she did this, the group was transported instantaneously to a place that shined the most radiant of light, but did not blind the drow at all. They had ended up in front of a gate made of the purest of adamantine, with angels wielding greatswords standing guard over it.
Behind those gates there stood three impressive structures, the likes of which looked to be made of adamantine and mithral; the castle-like structures were dwarfed by a mountain of some size.

Veraka noticed that there were two flying beings headed their way. He didn't recognize them, though.

It was when the two beings landed near the small group that Veraka identified them to be a solar, the strongest of all angels, and an immense gold dragon.
It was the dragon who spoke first. "One who fights with ideals of the great Platinum Wyrm does not die unjustly; and neither will you this day, young aasimar." He then looked to the solar, who towered over even Veraka at 9' tall.
The celestial nodded toward the dragon, then, sheathing his huge greatsword, he walked over to the injured storm warrior and knelt down beside him, placing a mighty hand on the warrior's shoulder.
"Fear not, brother, you will not go to Kelemvor's realm this day," he said in a deep tone; the angel then turned to Zarstra while kneeling, and said, "to you, follower of the Dark Maiden, your prayers have not gone unanswered." The solar then extended a hand to her, in it was a bottle of shimmering white liquid.
"When you get back to the Prime, use this and pour it over the young warrior's wound; leave a little within the bottle itself, and let him drink the rest," he instructed the drow. The solar then his massive frame up and strode back over to the gold dragon. What the two did next, Veraka would not know as he and the group were back in the Cavern of Song.
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Zar was back, still shocked about the experience. she forced herself to focus and did as they said, poured some in the wound and the rest down his throat. then she waited to see, hoping she wasnt too late.

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Veraka felt some pain, but it wasn't nearly as bad as his initial assault. The wound started to bubble around the edges.
His vision came into sharp focus, and he inhaled sharply as his deep wound started to sew itself back up; when it was finished, the deep puncture wound was completely sealed up, replaced by a scar-type tissue.
Veraka got up, standing up to his full height, and thanked all of the drow around him for their assistance; "Thank you, all of you, I owe all of you my life for that, especially you Zarstra."
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