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Summer of Victory: Interlude #23
Fuinorna Day One Sehlaf looked out over the elven village of Fuinorna. She rested comfortably on her favorite bough of her family's tree house. She an excellent view of main gathering area in the center of town. On most evenings she would gaze out and day dream about the seasons festivals, what delictable treats the merchant bands would bring, or the next footrace match. She had done well this past spring and was eager to run again. However, tonight her thoughts were here with the incredible sight before her. A camp lay arranged below, stranger than any Sehlaf had ever seen. Prince Lachion's soldiers had set aside part of the clearing for sleeping arrangements. Both the wood elves and the genasi shared the same choice in bedrolls, strips of thin stone slabs banded together with tiny chain links to lie upon, and a very thin mesh of chain link suspended by several low poles to shield them from the elements. In the center of the clearing were several molten behemoths, towering over many of the low-set human structures. Their amorphous bodies churned, boiled, and bubbled as the creatures lumbered about the clearing with surprisingly quiet movements. Several of Lachion's family guard stood watch vigilantly. They dressed in bronze colored, well cut banded mail that nearly matched their complexion. They carried long pikes with jagged obsidian tips, and their scalps each blazed with a fire that matched their demeanor. Behind them was a crude stone structure that Prince Lachion had constructed with his arcane powers several nights before. Sehlaf had watched the same scene every night for the last week, but everything seemed so surreal. Such exotic creatures in her town, she thought to herself, incredibly exciting! A quiet whimpering broke the silence of the night. Sehlaf's father had brought her a puppy last winter and it was the love of her life. "Shhh! Quiet Amare! You're going to wake the others!" The whimpering continued from inside. Sehlaf shivered and grabbed the shawl beside her and wrapped it around her shoulders. The night air in the dim could get quite cold at night. She sighed and lowered herself on the bough, so she could peer inside. She could see her parents sleeping peacefully. The whimpering was coming from beneath her bed. Then it stopped. "Amare?" Sehlaf's eyes easily adjusted to the darkness of the room. The crimson glow from behind caused her to shield her eyes from the glare, but still she could see nothing out of place. "What is it?" Sehlaf shivered again as a slight chill went up her spine. She peered curiously at the opening, as if there was something she wasn't seeing. The seconds ticked by as she felt her stomach knot. Something was not right. From the wall opposite her parents bed, a dozen featureless humanoid shapes emerged, comprised entirely of inky darkness. In perfect silence, they glided through the room, engulfing the figures in the bed. In seconds they finished feeding, and rose again to feed their insatiable hunger. Sehlaf stared in disbelief as the pale white bodies of her mother and father faded into substantive darkness. The pack of shadows turned and began moving towards her opening. She screamed. 
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