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pNadrin O'Vara, the half-elf ranger, and his new friend, Daelen Red-Tiger walked down the dark wet streets of the Docks. Aribeth had ordered him to start a serach for the Waterdavien creatures- their only hope for a cure to the Wailing Death. So many had died; so many had suffered./p

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As they reached one of the peirs Nadrin noticed something out of the corner of his eye...a group of rouges. He looked over at Daelen, signaling him not to attack. Nadrin pulled out a crossbow and loaded it with a bolt. He backed up some and aimed for one of their heads and shot. A successful hit.The rest of the rouges' companions spotted them almost instantly, and both Nadrin and Daelen knew it was time for hand to hand combat./p

pNadrin drew his bastard sword and immediatly charged not even glancing back at Daelen.

He went towards what seemed the leader of the group. He was able to to get a few hits on him, but then was knocked to the floor. Daelen had killed most of the group. Only about one or two were left, including the leader. Daelen was now fighting the leader and had quite an advantage on him./p

p"This is taking way to long its just some rouges."He whispered to himself.

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pBy this time, Nadrin was behind them both. He could think of only one thing to end this battle. He pulled out a small dagger from his bag and stood up quietly. He knew Daelen had seen him by now, but not the rouge. He started to sneak up behind the rouge and, when finally reaching. him grasped his free arm around the mans chest. He grabeed his dagger and slashed the mans throat./p

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"Well finally I thought that would never be over....that's the first time they've ever put up that much of a defense. But enough about that; Are you alright? Need a potion or anything?"Daelen shook his head 'no'./p

p"Good, we only have one more potion. Anyway, lets get to the fun part see what these guys have on them."/p

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Most of the goods were small daggers, short swords, and potions: all things you would normally see on somebody. But when they got to one of the bodies, they discovered some stuff they hadn't seen before. There were a few red coins on the body which he put in his pocket, and a piece of parchment. Nadrin picked it up and unrolled it. /p

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align="center"piCome, come! Peoples of all race, shape, and size to The Seedy Tavern! !Believe us or not but we have a cure!Yes! All your trouble is over my friends... a cure for the Wailing Death! So if, you want no an end to the pain, please come to the Seedy Tavern to get your cure!/i/align/p

p"Well, Daelen, its seems they think they have the cure. I suppose we should go check this out.Yuo never know, maybe they do have the cure. If they do, we must get it to Aeirbeth!" And so, to the Seedy Tavern it was.../p

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p**Beta Reader Note: Very good for a first fic. I couldn't do well with characterization since I don't know anything about the characters, but I tried the best I could. A few small grammar and spelling mistakes, but not too much beyond that. Try and keep your characters in character alot when speaking. For a little while there, Nadrin was sounding like Yoda the way you had him speaking. lol. Anyways, try and make it like they would actually speak. Contractions (don't cant' etc.) are okay when someone's speaking...just don't use them too often in the actual context and explanation.**