As the "warriors" continue to stand around, idly discussing each other's possible limitations and abilities, what appears to be a large wave approaches with a dull roar across the ocean to the south. The ice demon and Arc, momentarily distracted from their battle, turn silently, in awe of the wave's apparent violence. Szanod was immersed in the battle.
Suddenly, a large white horse emerges from the curl of the water and rides full-force across the beach toward the paralyzed men. The horse is incomparably beautiful, the muscles beneath its broad flanks ripling as it pounds across the sand. The horse's eyes are wild and deep with the passion of liberty and power.
"It can't be..." Matt stammers, touching his hand to his neck.
The horse stops some ten feet from the group and, as they watch, is transformed into the figure of a beautiful young woman. Her hair falls in auburn waves down her back. She is clad in a loose white tunic, cinched at her waist with a golden belt. Pants made of dyed dark green leather hide cling to her powerful legs and she wears quaint rabbit skin boots laced tightly to her mid-calf on her small feet. An elegant green velvet cloak envelops her shoulders, clasped at her chest with a small silver brooch.
Arc notes that her nose is small and slightly upturned and her ears come to a slight point, making her questionably elvish, but he has never seen an elf changling before.
She approaches the warriors.
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scared me half to death, now i'm half dead.
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