OOC--yeah. Joey, take over as QM after this... I've got stuff to deal with.
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IC-- Drask stood, and the WarAngels stood with him. vAl and Romu, Di'Ethe and SE took the lead by turns, leading the party through the civilized wilderness of Gaia's Forest, that they might reach the other side. Alv got really tired of dried meat and fruits. Drask only wanted to sleep. Romu only wanted to sleep...

'the real lost souls don't wear their hair long and play guitars. They have crew cuts, trained minds, sign on for research in biological warfare, and don't give their parents a moment's worry.' --JB Priestly

OOC - theres no more power left in this. everyone has "stuff to deal with" piff.

IC - Then where they were... vAl could not guide them away from the maze of forests and shrubbery, so he knelt down and meditated.
And the knowledge as it was passed down from generation to generation became known to him.
It was so quick.. It did know a little wisdom and influence.
But what was clear/ they had no chance to fight the evil. They had to protect themselves to fight another day, rejuvinated and strong. "aye..." he mouthed silently..

IC: Romulus stood behind his brother and watched as he chanted softly. Tears fell from his cheeks as he admited to himself, finally, what was happening. Or rather, what had happened.
He yearned to reach out and embrace the kneeling elf, but his feet were frozen. Self Pity and Sadness had immoblized him. Romulus was no better than a Gollum. A stone statue. A lifeless warrior.
No...he was no longer a warrior. For warriors hold life dearer than all. Romulus was a fallen warrior now. A wandering soul. Almost a wraith. And soon, if he did not heal, he would disappear forever to the wraith world and be lost indefinitly to the lonely searchings of those that dwell there.
His legs felt week. He was dizzy. He tried earnestly to breath deep, but no breath came.
"I...I need a doctor..." he said.
The world began to spin slow and downwards, like water draining from a sink.
With his last breath Romulus cried, "Please, brothers, take me to a healer!" and then he collapsed on the ground, dead to the untrained eye.


***Knowledge without Goodness is Dangerous
and Goodness without Knowledge is Weak.***