churning mist.
"What are you doing?" Birk commanded. "We can no longer see!"
"And they cannot see us. The odds are even."
Birk fumed. The spell caster had acted on his own. While there was logic in the tactic, it created further obstacles for his elf guards.
Scheff, however, pressed forward, disregarding the elf captain's anger.
"Continue with your defensive maneuvers," Scheff demanded. "I will engage the creatures."
Birk had no choice. He had given the order to find safe haven and every other elf in the camp chose to obey.
All across the forest, elves were leaping into the trees and climbing toward high branches. Elf guards formed pickets at the lower limbs. They prepared to unleash a barrage of arrows against any foe, but nothing disturbed the swirling and expanding fog.
The captain realized he was covered in the thickening mist. His elf guards could hear him, but they could no longer see him. He needed to rectify that without delay, but to do so meant leaving Scheff, and the elf spell caster was apparently the only individual who could locate the enemy.
"Scheff! Follow me! I need you beside me!"
"No time! I have to cast this spell or they will not be stopped."
Scheff unleashed another wave of violet energy and flashes of blinding light erupted across the forest floor. Lightning struck in a hundred places at once and the roar of thunder was deafening. The explosions knocked over several trees and started a few small fires, but even the flames could not pierce the billowing fog.
The titanic rumbles of thunder silenced the elf captain. He could not be heard over the roar, and deep in the fog, he was completely invisible to the elves in the trees. Unable to communicate in any fashion with his guards, he had no choice but to leave Scheff and scramble to a higher elevation.
Alone on the forest floor and completely engulfed in a dense fog, Scheff unleashed yet another spell, one that no elf would imagine he would ever cast. He had stated that hundreds of river rogues had attacked the camp, and it was time to make that assertion a reality.
Keeping his hands low to the ground, he called for a portal; one that would fill the entire expanse of the clearing at the center of the elf camp. A gateway formed to the dark realm where Macheve waited with a small army of rogues.
With Reiculf's magic within her, it was beyond simplicity for the serp to gain control of such mindless monsters. Directing them to attack an elf camp required so little influence that Macheve simply had to point to the portal, and the host of creatures jumped through with vicious glee.
The rogues emerged into Dark Spruce in the midst of a thick fog. They could not see the enemy, but they could smell them. They raced from the portal, avoiding Scheff, for they could sense the presence of Reiculf within him. They ran to the base of every nearby tree and peered up into the branches where they knew their prey had taken refuge.
Scheff remained pleased with the confusion he created. The rogues had gained entrance into the center of the elf camp and no one suspected him. That, however, would soon change, but it no longer mattered. It was time the elves realized that they had been decimated by one of their own.
Calling on more of the violet energy of the storm, Scheff cast a spell high into the air. A windstorm raged across the skies, but the force of its power only touched upon the higher branches of the trees. It did not break to the ground and disrupt the swirling fog. It rattled every limb, shook them violently, but the heavy mist continued to cover the presence of the river rogues.
Despite their ability to cling to the thinnest of branches, many elves fought desperately against the sudden burst of hurricane winds. As limbs broke and huge trunks shuddered against the upheaval, the elves were tossed about like small boats in the heavy surf of a raging ocean. Those that could not retain a firm hold or stable footing, crashed through a myriad of branches,
"What are you doing?" Birk commanded. "We can no longer see!"
"And they cannot see us. The odds are even."
Birk fumed. The spell caster had acted on his own. While there was logic in the tactic, it created further obstacles for his elf guards.
Scheff, however, pressed forward, disregarding the elf captain's anger.
"Continue with your defensive maneuvers," Scheff demanded. "I will engage the creatures."
Birk had no choice. He had given the order to find safe haven and every other elf in the camp chose to obey.
All across the forest, elves were leaping into the trees and climbing toward high branches. Elf guards formed pickets at the lower limbs. They prepared to unleash a barrage of arrows against any foe, but nothing disturbed the swirling and expanding fog.
The captain realized he was covered in the thickening mist. His elf guards could hear him, but they could no longer see him. He needed to rectify that without delay, but to do so meant leaving Scheff, and the elf spell caster was apparently the only individual who could locate the enemy.
"Scheff! Follow me! I need you beside me!"
"No time! I have to cast this spell or they will not be stopped."
Scheff unleashed another wave of violet energy and flashes of blinding light erupted across the forest floor. Lightning struck in a hundred places at once and the roar of thunder was deafening. The explosions knocked over several trees and started a few small fires, but even the flames could not pierce the billowing fog.
The titanic rumbles of thunder silenced the elf captain. He could not be heard over the roar, and deep in the fog, he was completely invisible to the elves in the trees. Unable to communicate in any fashion with his guards, he had no choice but to leave Scheff and scramble to a higher elevation.
Alone on the forest floor and completely engulfed in a dense fog, Scheff unleashed yet another spell, one that no elf would imagine he would ever cast. He had stated that hundreds of river rogues had attacked the camp, and it was time to make that assertion a reality.
Keeping his hands low to the ground, he called for a portal; one that would fill the entire expanse of the clearing at the center of the elf camp. A gateway formed to the dark realm where Macheve waited with a small army of rogues.
With Reiculf's magic within her, it was beyond simplicity for the serp to gain control of such mindless monsters. Directing them to attack an elf camp required so little influence that Macheve simply had to point to the portal, and the host of creatures jumped through with vicious glee.
The rogues emerged into Dark Spruce in the midst of a thick fog. They could not see the enemy, but they could smell them. They raced from the portal, avoiding Scheff, for they could sense the presence of Reiculf within him. They ran to the base of every nearby tree and peered up into the branches where they knew their prey had taken refuge.
Scheff remained pleased with the confusion he created. The rogues had gained entrance into the center of the elf camp and no one suspected him. That, however, would soon change, but it no longer mattered. It was time the elves realized that they had been decimated by one of their own.
Calling on more of the violet energy of the storm, Scheff cast a spell high into the air. A windstorm raged across the skies, but the force of its power only touched upon the higher branches of the trees. It did not break to the ground and disrupt the swirling fog. It rattled every limb, shook them violently, but the heavy mist continued to cover the presence of the river rogues.
Despite their ability to cling to the thinnest of branches, many elves fought desperately against the sudden burst of hurricane winds. As limbs broke and huge trunks shuddered against the upheaval, the elves were tossed about like small boats in the heavy surf of a raging ocean. Those that could not retain a firm hold or stable footing, crashed through a myriad of branches,
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