Into the Woods {Elthas, Closed}

[Elthas]

At that point when Nevin smacked the item out of his hand, he noticed it.

His hand burned with a raw energy that he'd seldom felt in his life. At that point he really regretted the fact that he didn't have any of the arcane gifts of his people. He clutched at his hand for a moment and growled as he felt a tremendous amount of pain. His hand smoldered from the fell energies the totem was attempting to conjure. He felt a bit of relief a moment or two later almost immediately after coming in contact with the small item and after Nevin destroyed it. Elthas gasped, trying to get a grip on himself. He shook his head after a moment and looked at Nevin.

"There..." Elthas gasped just then. He saw them approaching quickly, his eyes sharp and seasoned. "We aren't alone." Elthas confirmed.

Three figures emerged from the shadows, Goblins. And stepped out of them. The leader of The Goblins stepped forward. He spoke, in perfect common-tongue. "You were fools to come back here." He began. "We were scouting out the defenses of your people...but now you have confirmed what we original thought." The Goblin was drawing his poison etched sword at that point. "We are going to gut you two. You have interfered for the last time." The Goblin said.

Elthas blinked as The Goblin spoke. His hand felt a little bit better at that point, though there was smoke still streaming off his hand. Elthas reacted quicker at that point to protect his friend Nevin. One of The Goblins reached forward towards Nevin with his dagger weapon. Elthas reacted quicker. He intercepted The Goblin with his own mythril dagger and the two weapons clashed with a spark. Elthas looked at The Goblin. "To arms, my friend!" Elthas yelled, certain not to reveal Nevin's name to the enemy...