02-09-2009, 06:43 AM
Harold smiled and got to his feet, limping weakly with the help of the slaves. The leader screamed again as she saw she was being betrayed and raped. She kicked a slave in the face hard and caved in his skull with her heavy boots, which were soon being pulled off. She reached onto the shredded remains of her war gear and pulled out a small pink potion, drinking it, using the time she had bought to down the whole thing. Then she burst out of their mists, kicking and punching, fully healed, though only of wounds and not fatigue. She used the last of her strength to plow through her attackers, and jump onto the traitor, shoving her thumb in his mouth, giving up her own chance to die to kill him. He gagged and spat but it was to late, and by the time they pried the nearly naked half elf off of him he was already red and veins were showing all over his neck and head, a clear sign of being poisoned by the evil little plant. "Drema..." He gasped weakly, the leader only spat. "Dont you dare use my name!" She growled as the thrust her away from him onto the ground where she collapsed, unable to move any more. The man was dying, but before he did he pulled a slave close and whispered something to her. He died right afterward. The slave nodded and turned to Hunter, her eyes down cast, her posture submissive in the presence of the war leader. "Exulted war leader Hunter." She said timidly. "The man whispered the words timber stones before he died." She then waited to be praised or beat or raped, as she had been since her capture. Timber stones was a rock formation that Hunter would know about only a few miles east...and judging but Drema's sudden scowl, it was safe to say a base was there.
