Kaldeàlil Haldéilv doesn't know how long she's been unconscious, but she does know she wakes up to the feeling of water spraying across her face, and that her boots, legs, and now back all feel damp. The attractive elven magic user who is originally from beyond the Southlands, groans as she opens her eyes, the lover of the elven noble Xanderlith Karlavilt lifts her head up to see where she is, when she does, Kaldeàlil still dazed, blinks in surprise at what she sees. The attractive elven maid is near a tree, on the edge of the open ground on the otherside of the long lane from the large building she was previously in, until she was blasted out the side of it. Though slightly dazed, it's not because of what happened to her that has made Kaldeàlil Haldéilv blink in surprise, it's because there's water flowing off the roof of the building she was in, water that's across the lane, a few feet deep in some places, and that it's lapping the edge of the open ground where the elven magic user is lying. The attractive elven magic user sees guards from both sides of the conflict who were fighting in the lane, floating face down in the water, a sure sign of how hard the water, must of originally hit, while others are hurrying away, in both directions of the lane, as well as into the open ground, as water continues to flow off the rooftop. Kaldeàlil Haldéilv goes to sit up, but instead grimaces, and continues to lie where she is on the wet ground beneath the branches of a tree, she reaches up and touches beneath her tunic and breathes a sigh of relief, as the amulet she wears, is still on the fine silver chain she has around her neck. The elven magic user, who is the daughter of an elven noble from beyond the Southlands, who raped her mother, is glad she's still shielded, even though her wards are no longer on her, the attractive elven maid senses towards the building, and she breathes a sigh of relief again, as she senses that her lover Xanderlith Karlavilt is still alive, and that he's in the middle of teleporting. As Kaldeàlil Haldéilv senses her lover, she also senses Xanderlith's distant cousin Lelalwynn Aelvilth, who is up on the roof of the long building, and she barely senses the human spellcaster, who despite magical appearances, is infact a mage. A mage who created the mageglobe that blew Kaldeàlil up, she grimaces in disgust at that, while sensing that there's no other spellcasters, elven or human, upon the roof of the building across the lane. As the elven magic user from beyond the Southlands senses her nobleborn lover Xanderlith Karlavilt appear again after teleporting to the rooftop, from somewhere above it, to right near his distant cousin Lelalwynn Aelvilth, she wonders where Simmealle the water pixie has got to, she hasn't heard from or seen the tiny winged creature in sometime. Then Kaldeàlil Haldéilv, who though still dazed after what she went through, senses both elven spellcasters, Xanderlith Karlavilt and Lelalwynn Aelvilth casting, the attractive elven maid goes to sit up again, and groans and almost passes out, she lies there in frustration as she senses two spells being cast. On the roof of the long building, Xanderlith Karlavilt appears just a few yards from his distant cousin, and one time betrothed, Lelalwynn Aelvilth, the two of the them instantly cast spells at one another as they stand in few inches of water, and light rain continues to fall from the night sky. Though both of them are young, they're both well traveled, and they're both fairly experienced in combat, especially the heir and son of lord Tarvenillé Karlavilt, who was in exile from Alínlae for a number of decades, as Prince Avendelthíl banished him due to Xanderlith continually criticising and demeaning the rule of the previous ruling prince of Alínlae. It's from that the powerful elven magic user gets a slight advantage, as he doesn't cast the most powerful and devastating spell he can cast, he casts the quickest attacking spell he's able to cast, just a basic force spell, with as much power he can put into as quickly as he can. The force spell strikes Lelalwynn Aelvilth, who gasps then is flung backwards, in mid air, her own spell is completed, and an energyball shoots off wildly, going up into the air, missing her distant cousin by quite a distance. The attractive elven maid hits the roof, landing right near the eastern edge of the long roof, Lelalwynn Aelvilth slightly grimaces from the impact, as she feels that her wards are almost depleted, though she has hidden wards on her that she doesn't know about. Xanderlith Karlavilt glances back to the human spellcaster who is standing there watching him, the powerful elven magic user gives him a look, daring him to interfere, then the heir of house Karlavilt, turns and walks to where his distant cousin Lelalwynn is lying in a few inches of water, trying to get up. Mira Reinholt the mage glances at his gloved left hand, then sourly smiles, the once powerful mage knows his bolt shooter is well out of range to land a killing shot on lord Karlavilt's son, that's if he wasn't protected by magical wards. The Vexilian mage in exile looks down at the injured elven maid who is sitting beside him, she's looking at the two elven nobles, one of whom she's the bodyguard of, then the mage Reinholt mutters a profanity under his breath, then takes his double bladed sword from his back, and starts walking towards the eastern side of the long roof. Helbe the elven thief slightly winces as he sees Lelalwynn Aelvilth hit the roof with a splash, the young elven noble from the island principality of Laerel considers that he might have to directly intervene again, even though he would rather not. The elven masterthief who senses that Lelalwynn Aelvilth's wards are all but useless, and the only thing protecting her, are the hidden wards he has cast on her, watches as Xanderlith Karlavilt walks towards the prone elven maid who is the daughter of lord Alvarillé Aelvilth. Then out of the corner of his eye as he floats there off the side of the long building, Helbenthril Raendril sees something, he sees his colleague and traveling companion Mira Reinholt the mage with his unique double bladed sword in hand, walking towards this side of the rooftop. The grandson of Prince Raendril of Laerel pauses for a moment, as he's sees that the mage Reinholt, who was once the most arrogant and belligerent of all individuals you would ever likely to meet, has changed so much, that he's willing with basically no magical power at his disposal at the moment, to try to intervene, then what does that makes him, Helbenthril Raendril? As Xanderlith Karlavilt stands over Lelalwynn Aelvilth, and starts saying something to her as he's about to cast a spell, the blured and shielded Helbe the elven thief narrows his eyelids as he looks at the two elven nobles, one of whom if he's able to cast, will kill the other, even with the hidden wards on her, so not even thinking about it, the princeling acts. The princeling shifts, in an instant he's on the roof, right behind Xanderlith Karlavilt, the princeling has to drop a spell, as another one that he ordinarily casts, takes a bit of power, so he drops his blur spell and appears whilst releasing the spike puncher on the inside of his right sleeve, as he punches and casts a slip spell. The princeling's spike puncher goes through the wards of Xanderlith Karlavilt who is saying in the noble elven language to his distant cousin Lelalwynn Aelvilth "That's it for you Lelal" then the spike puncher smashes through the side of his skull and into his brain as the princeling Helbenthril Raendril says to him in the same language "I don't think so". The princeling turns his hooded head, and pulls back his right hand, the spike puncher comes free, and quickly slides back into it's hidden mechanism in his sleeve as the lifeless body of Xanderlith Karlavilt falls into the water with a splash, then wash off the side of the building while a stunned Lelalwynn Aelvilth watches on. The princeling with his face averted, nods his hooded head to the attractive elven maid who one day in all likelihood, will be his wife, then he blurs himself again, after which the princeling shifts away. Wet, damp, and still a bit dazed, Kaldeàlil Haldéilv lies there in complete shock, for one moment, she saw her lover Xanderlith Karlavilt standing there near the edge of the roof, standing over who she sensed is his distant cousin Lelalwynn Aelvilth. Then the next moment as her lover was about to cast an energy beam, someone suddenly appeared right beside the heir to lord Tarvenillé Karlavilt, did something, what, Kaldeàlil Haldéilv isn't too sure as it happened so quick, then Xanderlith Karlavilt dropped, and a moment later, his lifeless body washed off the rooftop and landed in the water in the lane below. The dazed Kaldeàlil Haldéilv lies back down, tears mingle with the water on her face as she feels like her life has come to an end, as her lover lies in the water in the lane just thirty five feet from her, she wants to scream in anger and frustration at what's just happened, but she's unable to, and all that comes out is low moan of despair. Then the attractive elven maid clenches a fist, as she lies there in abject misery, she grimaces for she caught a glimpse of the person who killed her lover Xanderlith Karlavilt before they disappeared. For whoever it was, turned their head, and looked out in this direction, it's a face Kaldeàlil Haldéilv will remember for the rest of her life, it's the face of someone she plans to find, then kill . . . . . .
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