Shadowrun Elves 소설 & 이야기

Dwarven traveling songs appeared to serve both entertainment and practical purposes, keeping the group's pace steady and maintaining alertness. Her thoughts drifted to the Wood Elves waiting ahead. What would they be like, these elves who rejected the structured society of their High Elf cousins? Would they welcome her scholarly inquiries or view her with suspicion? The accounts she'd read in the Sylvanae Archive described them as wild but wise, more connected to natural magic than their city-dwelling relatives. Aldergon had mentioned that they painted their arms with earth-toned dyes and lived in harmony with the forest, a stark contrast to the High Elves' carefully controlled environment.

The attack comes before we reach Fang territory. We're moving through dense forest, maybe an hour from our target, when Finn suddenly stops. "Do you hear that?" I strain my hybrid senses, filtering through normal forest sounds. Then I catch it. Movement. Lots of movement. Coming from multiple directions. "Ambush!" Marcus roars. "Defensive formation!" We barely have time to react before they burst from the trees. Not possessed wolves. Something worse. Elves. At least thirty of them, their eyes glowing red with demonic corruption. They move with inhuman speed, their natural grace twisted into something predatory.

I must keep going, even though I am exhausted and sweating, because this is the only way I can win. Then I hear it—a noise behind me, a rustle. I tighten my grip on the hilt. “Who’s there?” I whisper, turning slowly. The forest answers with silence. But then—I saw a shadow between the trees. Someone is watching me. For the first time since my seventh rebirth, I realize I may not be the only one with memories.

"No — im... impossible!" The ground under the Shadowpine line split open. Not much. Just enough. Roots burst up like spears, wrapping around legs, tripping wolves mid-charge. My old pack mates yelled and slashed at them. One shaman in the back started chanting, hands glowing green, trying to push back whatever the hell I'd just done. Gunnar stared at me, eyes wide for the first time since I met him. "Elva —"

he asks passive-aggressively. I don’t even bother to answer. “Fine. You want to know why there aren’t more of us?” he asks for confirmation. “Yes.” “You already know the answer, Eden,” he says, pushing the chair back to stand and walk toward me. My body begins to tingle the closer he gets, but I do my best to ignore it completely. “I do?” “The elves killed the rest of our people in The Culling, as you call it. Wiped an entire species out… just like that,” he says, stopping in front of me.

Little furrows in the blackened sand appeared, "What was the price?" "As Aurelia told us, the shadowborn are created by the dead souls of evil spell casters. The hyena serum he brewed did not work fast enough to shield us from the virus. In a last-ditch effort to save us, he wrought the werelion curse on the remaining people. His good intentions did not change the fact his spell was evil." "Did the spell kill him?" Sahiri drank in every word before she dared to ask her question. Ayasu nodded sadly, "It did kill him, but he returned as a creature born of the dark. Some say he returns to the ruins to undo the curse. Others say he rules over Matumaini like a twisted ruler."

he said, rubbing his arms. “Fine, but you get in my car,” I said firmly, wondering if I could even trust this dude. We got in the car and I blasted the heat. “All right so … what are you talking about,” I demanded. “Ever heard of ‘Sun Stroke’ I wonder," he said with a wicked grin, proud of himself. “Wha--what … what do you know about it,” I said in a whisper. Sun Stroke was one of the world’s most notorious hacker networks, completely elusive to law enforcement for years, and treated as a cult like religion or god to those who wanted to be part of it.

Eldion picked up a piece of charred wood and threw it to the passageway. As soon as the charred wood touched the thorny plants on the floor, it was smothered by the slithering stems while several thorns shot at it like darts. Eldion remembered Rolho and knew that the plants fit the description of the terandu that can shoot poison thorns on their victims.

Qiu Yunping looked at him and asked. "Our Wushuang pavilion has an ancient book, and there are descriptions of Elf race on it." Shi Yifei looked at the people walking out of the forest, "Look at their ears." Even Chu Xun looked at them curiously, only to find that their ears were hidden in the blond hair, but they were pointed. "The ancient book said that the Elf race is one of the strongest among hundreds of ancient races. The only difference between them and humans is that their ears are pointed, and all their skills are best reflected in the bow and arrow in their hands." Shi Yifei explained.