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The green hill of Qeynos breezed the day with cool wind, coming from the cave to Surefall glade. Today was usually day for the Sayers, the Millers, but for Casrafar Garon, it was the beginning for the hunt. The druid murmured with his magical words that turned his skin into rock.
"That should do it" said Garon, knocked his hard rocky skin, and held his smoldering bland on his right hand and the small shield on his left. "The wanted said that he might be here…may be the sprit of Karana will guide me to him"
The druid inhaled deeply for the flash air of new morning as he walked into the path where his keen sense took him. He began to walk, to the left and then straight to the green hill. It took him an hour of tracking the evil beguiler till he saw the strange ruin far away from the distance. The ruin was filled with undead presence, yet the man could still sense the living presence nearby. The living presence was strong along with the mana presence. It was sure that either he might have to wipe the floor with this Beguiler, or die trying it.
"Strong…." Said the druid, imaged the appearance of his outlaw Beguiler. "…. Must be that evil Beguiler…*sigh* …whoever he is May Karana forgive me for this…"
The druid approached the room silently. His mind filled with the image of the evil caster, killing everyone for his own pressure, robbing everyone for the bag of platinum, and using the illusion of the skeleton to cover his identity. The druid walked into the ruin, stopped on one of its corner and glanced his eyes slowly to see the source of this strong present.
*HE HE HA HA HA* *BOOM* *CRACK*
"C'mon! We haven't got all day!"
The druid stared at the walking skeleton in surprise. His image seemed to prove everything wrong when the skeleton shape began to shift back into the form of the walking creature. The Beguiler was black, not the black of his robe but the black of skin, carried the strange looking mug on both hand. The man wore himself with fine jewelry that went along with his shiny purple robe and golden boot. The smokes flowed out of his hand as he tapped his foot impatiently at what Garon could describe as the floating sword with shield, fighting with the hoard of skeletons.
"Can't you kill just them all?" yelled the Beguiler, corrected the piece of bone chip on the ground into his knapsack. "My client needed twenty packs of bone chips to Qeynos by tomorrow and all I have is two bone packs and the stupid creature who couldn't even do as I said!"
For Casrafar, this wasn't the outlaw that he expected at the first place, but judged from his face; this Erudite was definitely the man he saw on the wanted list.
"This is too easy," said Garon, to himself, stood behind the broken wall, didn't believe how Qeynos and Surefall guard said on the wanted sigh as most dangerous threat. The druid then shook his hand and resumed his eyes at the Beguiler…. the man that he assumed to bring him a great reward for his capture.
The druid judged the movement of the beguiler, thinking for the way to capture him. At first, Garon though nothing, but to show him the wrath of nature magic, but then again, destroy some of his magical armor would aid him during this fight.
"WHO'S THERE!" shouted the Beguiler to the broken wall. It seemed that Garon had waited too long that the man finally caught his presence.
Without giving the man a chance, Casrafar appeared from his hiding, murmured the magical word and pointed his finger to Beguiler's robe. The robe suddenly combusted by flame as the flying sword flew toward the druid along with the screaming of the Beguiler.
"MY ROBE! MY SHINY METALLIC ROBE!" screamed the Beguiler, threw of his bringing robe to the ground while the druid parried the flying sword's blow with his torch. As an erudite attempted to save his burning robe, Casrafar murmured the magical word as the sword was snared and entwined with his magical root. The druid quickly strikes the sword with his fire spell. He cast until the sword, fell, melted onto the ground and disappeared into the thin air.
The druid gazed his eyes at the Beguiler, who dropped his mugs on the ground and held the piece of what once his protection robe. The Beguiler looked at the eye of the human. His eye filled with rage as if he going to kill him right one the spot.
"…You." Said the Beguiler. "…Do you know how long does it take…for me…TO BUY THIS METALLIC ROBE!"
Without the word, Casrafar quickly ran toward the beguiler for the first strike.
"For Karana!" He shouted, ran to the Beguiler.
Before his weapon could touch the flesh of the erudite, the beguiler shouted "Boltran's agacerie!" and the druid felt no more.
TBC…
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