Carefully weighing his options Aaralon realized that the only plausible course of action was to capture the lone hunter and use her as a bargaining chip to get back the two high elves who were, as he sat there, being brutally raped. With great care he stalked away from the camp and in a hushed tone murmured a simple incantation that would allow him to move as quietly as a cat.
When he was ready Aaralon circled slowly around the camp to where he had last seen the elven female and after a few moments picked up her trail. He followed for about a hundred yards until it abruptly ended at a small brook where to his delight the elven hunter had stripped out of her revealing garments and was carefully cleaning herself with a cake of soap.
As much as he would have liked to continue watching the tan skinned elf lather her slender body, he could simply not delay any longer. Letting out a sigh of regret Aaralon thrust out his hand at the bathing hunter and released the pent up energy. A ballof air struck out and to his relief caught the unsuspecting elf directly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and preventing her from calling for help while he cast a spell of silence.
As she lay their gasping mutely on the bank Aaralon stepped out from between the trees. “Don’t try to move” he warned her as she attempted to rise. To emphasize his point another ball of air struck her in the chest, sending her reeling back to the ground. Aaralon smirked, the power he had over this gorgeous woman was intoxicating, and while rescuing the two elves was important, their position wouldn’t change all that much if he took a little time to indulge himself.
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