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Vrel's eyes barely focused on whomever was speaking to him [color=bc8dbf]"Attacked...By one of our...Own,"[/color] the dark elves breathing was getting ragged and the red spot on his chest was growing [color=bc8dbf]"Killed the entire...Scouting party...In their sleep,"[/color] with the strength he had Vrel pointed to his fallen weapon on the bloody cave floor.

[color=bc8dbf]"Take my sword...kill that bastard..."[/color] voice trailing Vrel breathed his last, finally death took him and he felt no more pain nor suffering. All that remained lifelike was the dancing flame in the lamp and the strange sword lying upon the rough stone cave floor.