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Date Posted: 21:24:31 10/02/00 Mon
Author: GM Xane
Author Host/IP: NoHost / 145.44.66.47
Subject: Goblin fight aftermath

he survivors of the goblin fight gather around the dying Dixian. The heavy smell of charred flesh saturates the air and Enoya averts her head after one look at the badly burned face of the stranger. Dixian's eyes are closed and his breathing is shallow and laboured. The heat his body was exposed to burned the man's eyelids to his face and with regret the group realize that he will never see daylight again.
"Ophan...?" Dixian whispers softly, the word immediately followed by a wretching cough, "Are... you there Ophan?"
Ophan, who'd been standing next to the fallen man, crouches down on his heels and takes his comrade's hand, or what's left of it.
"I'm here my friend," he replies softly, a bitter experession on his face, his lips clenched together in a mixture of sadness and anger.
"Ophan, please..." Dixian begins to say, his words again interrupted by a series of coughs, "Please take care of my... daughter, Dalien... please. I had to... leave her in Emokan, the villa...ge... ten miles from... here. Please, she has no one else in the world. Promi...se... me...?"
With these words, his arm goes limp and powerless and his chest stops moving.
Ophan, tears forming in the corners of his eyes, gently places the dead man's hands on his chest and stands upright again.
"I promise Dixian." he says softly to the dead man.
Ophan stands in silence, his eyes on his dead friend for a few moments. Sudenly he turns and looks at the people gathered around him.
"Who in the name of the eternal underworld are you people?!" he shouts at them, "and why did you have to bring these vile creatures here to us?! If it hadn't been for you, Dixian would still be alive right now!"
His face is distorted in anger and his hand, now placed on the hilt of his sword, shows whitening knuckles from the force with which he's holding it.
"Speak up!" he shouts, seemingly close to losing the last restraint he can muster, "I have a good mind of sending you after him so he can exact his own revenge on you in the next life!"

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