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"I wonder if they will help. This Roc is a bit much for a wind elf and her sky-blue kitten to
handle."
She pulled the chictah from her belt as the Roc spotted her and began gliding in her direction.
Sheilandri uttered a few words and waved her hand. A shield of wind formed around herself and the kitten
to add protection against the Roc's attack. Suddenly she noticed a barrel of spears outside of one of the
shops.
"Ahhhh, exactly what I need."
She uttered a few more arcane syllables and pointed at the barrel. Ten of the spears rose out of the
barrel and, as the wind elf turned and pointed at the approaching Roc, the spears darted through the air to
intercept it.
* * * * *
Before Tizer, Riklaun, and Tadsbro could reach the Elf maiden, she raced out the door. They
followed her to the outside of the inn where they were stopped in their tracks by the noisome screeching of a
Roc. The female Elf had directed ten spears toward the creature and they flew towards it with increasing
speed. Three spears pierced the Roc's side and it howled in pain. However, that did not stop its descent.
Tizer sent Riklaun and Tadsbro simultaneous telepathic messages confirming a plan. The trio
gathered their energy and muttered a few words under their breath. The air was alive with magical force and
their fingers crackled with electricity. Lightning bolts shot forth from their finger tips towards the Roc. The
three bolts merged together in flight and struck the foul beast squarely in the chest. The sheer might of the
three combined magical spells disintegrated the body of the Roc before it reached the ground. The Elf
maiden's shield of wind deflected the debris falling from the sky.
After the wind elf landed, Riklaun, Tizer, and Tadsbro approached the barely shaken female Elf.
"Vedui' etriel en amin, have you come through this attack unscathed?" Tizer inquired.
Sheil turned to look at them. She stared deeply into each of their eyes, as if searching their souls
for their true feelings. She smiled and began.
"Gurth gothrim Tel'Mithrim. Roc, Mereth en draugrim. You cast well. I am Sheilandri, from the
fallen city of Maer Eska, SkyHuntress of WindSong." Sheil bowed her head for a moment in memory of her
fallen king. "I read a note posted upon the board over there and have traveled very far to obtain the antidote
for the poison which afflicts Brisid. The note was signed with the name Tizer and I assume that one of you
are he." Sheil glanced directly at Tizer and smiles. "Ye are Tizer, correct?"
Tizer nodded affirmatively and Sheil indicated the entrance to the Inn.
"Shall we return to the tavern and continue this conversation at a table while I mix the antidote?"
Chapter 11
Inside the tavern, the female wind elf purchased a healing potion from the barkeep. He mentioned
he did keep several in stock for use after the occasional brawl. She returned to the table where the others sat
and began laying out all the supplies she needed. She took the bowl and wheat grinder which she borrowed
from Piotyr and set it upon the table.
"So, Piotyr and Nalynn told me a little about the situation here. Please fill me in on the rest.".
She opened her pouch and withdrew the Stoneroot. Placing it into the bowl, she ground it into a
fine powder. She then uncorked the healing potion and poured it into the bowl. She stirred the mixture until
it formed a thick paste. Sheil listened intently as they told her their stories. She pulled the vial of snake
venom from the pouch and added it to the paste. After mixing the antidote thoroughly, Sheil held the bowl
before her and smiled.
"It is ready. We must apply this salve to Brisid's wound. Will ye lead me to him?"
* * * * *
Nalynn started as she heard voices and footsteps in the hall outside the room. "How long have I
been asleep?" she wondered aloud. She looked over at the bed where Brisid lies. His color was ashen,
ghostlike - his breathing labored. The nights of worry and vigil had taken their toll on her but she