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Here's a battle report to top them all. I set out to hunt dark warriors with Qwayes and one other - the squire of Jerusai known as Aeronael. I believe the whole thing was actually a cunning attempt to gain my confidence and trust, as Aeronael seemed to have other plans in mind. I decided it would be quickest to take the nexus portal from Timaran to Enthema, just outside the Keep to D'al Kadar. Funny that neither Qwayes nor the squire seemed to "know the way", and instead relied on my overwhelming pathfinding skills to lead us there. A ranger, not knowing his way. Right. I opened the portal, and directed the two others to step through. Now being the "great believer in the common good in all Therans" that I am, I assumed that both Qwayes and the squire Aeronael would have the common sense and even the decency to move from the brain bath once they went through the portal, thus sparing us a big misunderstanding. Apparently I was proven wrong. Go figure. As I stepped through the portal, the two were waiting there for me in ambush. Aeronael began his assault almost immediately, with the confused Qwayes soon joining him. After a few exchanges, Qwayes regained control of his mind and realized the wrongfulness of this savage squire's intentions, and he decided to run away. Whether this was due to his own conscience, or the sheer fear of my great combative prowess, I don't know. I still couldn't fully control myself as I was disoriented from the nexus portal. The bloodthirsty squire Aeronael found the opportunity to be quite to his liking, however, and he stood there beating me down even further, until I could take no more. At last, I fell to his tainted blade. Perhaps one day the Knights will learn the error of their ways, and perhaps this squire will find redemption for his poor soul. I doubt either will come to pass, but without hope, what else do we have? Gleefully yours, Belbris |
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