Theandra cleared a small area, removed invisibility, and attended her leg. Visualizing the wound made attending it easier. An enhanced healing spell mended the wound. She saw a group of bronze-skinned, seven-foot tall muscular blokes without weapons moving stealthily through the woods. She used her childhood spell “Tree” and transformed to a sturdy sapling. At the last moment, she remembered to present red foliage. One of the Draiths sniffed around her and went so far as to touch her “bark.” The spell wasn’t illusory. Theandra was a tree!
The Draith muttered, “We’ve passed this way many times. I don’t recall this tree. It could be Kiennish or Drelvish tomfoolery!” The powerful warrior drew back his strong hand and struck “Tree-andra” with an open-handed blow. The force of the blow shook her foundation and fomented horrific pain. She struggled to maintain the spell.
Another Draith said, “I hope you didn’t hurt your hand, Dontax. It’s what you get for thinking you know every tree in the forest!” Three other Draiths laughed.
Dontax growled, “Go on and laugh a******! If I’d been right, when we turned our backs, we’d be scorched by Magick.” The incredibly handsome warriors moved on after a time and moved toward the meadow.
Theandra caught her breath, fought back tears, and scorched the five Draiths with an enhanced Fire Spell. The Draiths held on much longer than Dark Elves. Dontax crawled most of the way back to her and died at her feet. Shouts rang out from the meadow. A large party of Drelves ran toward the site of the spell.
Theandra said stoically, “There’s plenty more for you.”
She conjured and sent a ray of fire toward the Drelves. Fortunately, Seilvre carried the Keotum Stone and Lignis held the Xennic (Enhancing) Stone. Theandra’s spell enveloped the Drelves. The forest folks suffered non-lethal burns. Seilvre organized a rapid retreat into the forest.
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