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Order of the Sword & Rose
Leon slowly walked through the Cerulean hills as he attempted to clear his mind. He had just finished a rather lackluster evening in the tavern, topped off with a long series of awkward silences with a Drow woman whom caught his eye. He needed some fresh air, and the hills had often provided a good source of solace out of the walls of the city for him. A light drizzle that was so common for the region began to fall on the white haired elf as he slowly and aimlessly wandered along the paths running through the grassy hills.
After a peaceful walk, with the orcs learning long ago to give the archer a long berth, Leon turned back towards the city gates, his head somewhat clearer, and in better shape for his evening meditations. He passed by the ruins of the old crumbled stone temple and began to head towards the old vineyard when his ears picked up the faint sound of feet trampling through the brush, uncaring to conceal it's movements. The orcs at least attempted to conceal their movements, especially within range of him, and the sounds seemed to be coming towards him at a fast pace. Leon paused looking at the path dipping down through a small ravine, a perfect ambush location.
He then thought he heard the moans of gouls... he had not heard of necromancer activity here, and there weren't any catacombs nearby for them to have a source of bodies to work their vile magic... no he must be imagining things. Leon subconsciously put his right hand over a small silver trinket wrapped around his left wrist, and walked forward through the path. To his left and right a small group of gouls appeared out of the brush, each with a wight priest in tow.
Leon clenched his eyes close... it had to be his memory playing tricks on him again. No, he wasn't in the war any more, he wasn't being ambushed by undead, “NO!” he shouted aloud.
He opened his eyes, they were still there, charging down the slopes of the ravine. He could smell their rotting flesh, could hear the hungry gouls gnashing their teeth. Leon shuddered, then ran towards the city gates. Instead of reaching for his bow, he lifted the trinket to his mouth and mumbled an elvin word. The charm flashed with divine energy, and waves of calmness emanated from Leon, causing his shuddering to stop quickly.
The divine magic caused the undead monsters to pause a moment in their pursuit, Leon opened his eyes, they were still there... this, was this real? He couldn't tell, he didn't know. He blinked, he looked at the undead, small force, forward scouts for the main force, he grinned at the monsters and grabbed his bow, notching an arrow and pulling the string back with his full strength, he unleashed an arrow that hummed through the air with a pulse of electric energy. The bolt ripped through the leading goul's head, electricity flooding through the creature's body, causing it to explode in a torrent of sparks, the arrow was not finished, passing easily through his first target's head, it cut clean through the arm of a goul behind him, sending an equally lethal electric charge through the second goul. It then implanted it's self into the body of one of the wights brining up the rear, turning the goul into a lightning rod for the now fully charged air, a huge thunderous bolt of lightning called down into the creature's body, causing it to splatter messily across the country side.
Before the gouls could take another step, five more arrows were in the air, each finding a target with equally efficient deadly accuracy. The air was heavy with electric energy as little remained of the creatures around him. Leon blinked, and looked at the hills, he was within eye shot of the gates back to Stormreach, he... he wasn't in Cyre. Leon shut his eyes tightly, hands holding the trinket close, trying to get it's divine magic to make the memories stay were they belong, in the past... not... here. He opened his eyes one more time, the remains of the creatures still remained... they were here... again. Leon ran up to one of the mostly intact creatures and kicked it's rotten flesh, spilling more guts and blood across the green hills.