Despite their initial success at catching a lantern fish, it was clear the group effort was going to be hard. First, the elves are a loose army, after all, just months, they were villagers living in seclusion. They have little to no discipline. For the smallest amount of action in this lantern fish hunt, they need to step out of their hiding spots at the same time, press the button on lantern fish and retreat. On top of that, that pressure can’t be too much, otherwise the lantern fish explode like pressure sensitive bombs. The cocoon does have many places to hide, but first, they have to construct the alcoves to hide the elves and prisms to refract the light. It’s best if they could do something similar to laying a net on ground to catch pigeons. The crux of lantern fish is that one attack by them could break opponents formation, one successful attack by them could demoralize the entire army. Neil, unfortunately, does not have the skills to build something on such a grand scale

Neil and Adele looked at each other. Just like that, telepathy started once more. “ She’s not lying ! but she’s definitely not telling it all. “ Adele grumbled inside, while her poker face was maintained brilliantly. “ She’s trying to send us on a wild goose chase. Buying time ?! “ Neil suggested. “ Not quite. “ Adele mused. Neil stayed silent. “ She wants to hurt us politically. The Drows are the most isolated and taciturn race in the world. If not for their complete annihilation, I bet they wont even talk to us. Sure, they treat us well, and they do help out with Merlin and Mona, but you must have noticed it too. They just do not have the same enthusiasm for life that we do. “ Adele opined. “ it’s extremely easy to press an opponent to do something, but to make them keep doing it, it’s nigh impossible. “ Neil tossed in another idea. “ Logically speaking, we are without any tools needed to make any sort of investigations on the space starbeast. We have to give up our two spac

Nadia Talhart, grand witch of valhalla, finally found a smith who could forge a wand thats capable of channeling her immense water mana. Caspian Hart, one of the sorcerer smiths escaped land of volcanoes, and arrived at their tower awhile ago. Soon after, they met the child of fate, Xena winterchild. Nadia had never seen a person who does not cower in face of her magical oppression until Xena, the assassin princess, and Caspian, the sorcerer smith. Looking at them, she decided, the time has come, for the repairment of wand of aqua, that could call a tsunami if need be. “ I am a man of little skills, my lady. If ever there is anything I can do with my limited abilities, I would definitely do it for you. “ Caspian assured her. Nadia seemed to be waiting for these words. “ Those words are dangerous, Sir Hart. You are a sorcerer smith, are you not ? “ she asked him, just throwing an arrow into the dark. After all, Caspian bore the mark of apprentice smith, but not the mark of gradua

It’s been a while since they slept in the children’s rooms. Mona and Merlin both were being entertained by Drow kids. They played blast the ice ball, stole the princess and god knows what else. Drows rarely have children among them. Even if they were, they could never be as exuberant as Merlin and Mona. The Drows were recovering from an emotional catharsis, their magic is at their lowest. This finally gave them a way to let their emotions run their course. Merlin is more than capable of snuffing their fire balls, Mona is far more sturdy than her deceptively weak princess change skill implies. Instead of children feeling abandoned by their parents, it’s Adele who was feeling the abandonment complex. Moreover, she had too many dreams yesterday night. She wanted a peaceful night tonight. Alas ! it was not to be. The moment she closed her eyes, she was off in her dreamland. At first, she was walking in the dark, on a mirror lake kind of place. Then, she saw two women there, a

Water tower is almost impregnable. For most people, that is. Shadow assassins are not most people. ...…Xena sat meditating in the middle of the room, dressed in the watery gray rough cloak. She had always been petite. compared to before, she had one ornament extra. A light gray sceptor decorated with blue winter roses and silver filigree held her tunic together, like an oversized brooch. Sitting in the grand room, she looks like a little doll placed on the altar to pay respect to the gods. The sunlight glints off her chestnut brown wavy hair, sparkling shades of red and amber. Her mother had been most fond of these red sparkles in her hair, for that is the only part of her Xena resembles, Iris used to say. However, now, they have become the mark by which she dies. A finger width dagger flew straight at her head, right at the speed where it would even pierce the head of a tiger. A little girl's head ? no matter how hard, it could pass through front and back. However, unlike