sorry hvað kaflinn er seinn þessa vikuna, mikið að gera.
núna er ég alltaf að pæla í því hvort að þið séuð bunir að átta ykkur á því hvað the gatekeepers eru.
maður er farinn að hafa áhyggjur um að gefa allt of mikið uppi.

allavega

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31st chapter Of kobolds and crystals

And then it was as if she noticed that she was no longer on the ground and awakened from her self induced hypnosis.
She was flying, she was truly flying, she felt the wind in her hair , blowing on her eyes. She saw the sun, the jungle, the sky, it was all so clear.
She inhaled , exhaled, and felt herself flapping the ice wings by instinct.
She took a dive. Soared through the sky and touched the top of the trees.
And now for a long time she was completely at peace.
she swam through the air as I it was made of water and felt as peaceful as a dove and as powerful as a dragon.
Suddenly she felt how strange it had been to be bound to the ground, to never feel the air swirl around you.
She didn’t see any reason to go back. To walk the crowded ground or to just jump between a tree or two.
The sky was her place. This was her home.
Home.
The word had a strange ring to it. Like an apple kept too long in the sun so it had yellowed out and shrunked.
She was about to fall back into memories when she heard a shot somewhere in her vicinity.
Ankthar. The dwelf had to be worried. She lost her train of thought and floated gently on her wings to where his voice had been heard.
From far away back she saw the dwelf in a clearing where ogres and kobolds had surrounded him and Hvenfifar.
A gun was fired, and Ankthar roared once more.
“MIZRA!¨GET YER BLEEDIN’ ARSE OVAH ‘ERE.”
She sighed and muttered: “idiot dwarf and his idiot cat. What kind of name is Hvenfifar anyway?”
She located the clearing and took aim. And as if she was born to do it she drew the wings to herself increased wildly in speed as she let the gravity take herself.
She became and arrow in the sky ,a string of blue energy.
Go of the gokuji group saw her.
And for a second he lost his breath as a missile of power approached with a devastating speed.
And all he could say with his poor vocabulary was a stuttered: “uh-oh.”
Mizra hit the ground, and sedated the blow with a nova of ice that entrapped everyone around her except Ankthar.
She’d landed kneeling and now she stood up, with the host of enemies entrapped around her and spread her wings.
“What in the frozen abyss of Northrend is going here?” She commanded with a voice that defied all defiance on behalf of her enemies.
The ogres however were dumb enough to try to break free of her shackles and one ogre, particularly big and ugly broke the ice and attacked with a greatsword as big as himself.
It roared with ferocity and wielded the sword towards Mizra.
She pointed her left and towards the ogre chanted some magical words and fired a Frostbolt that flew straight into the ogre , through it and pinned it to the tree.
“This is not the answer I was looking for!” Mizra yelled as the ogre fell down.
“Ji!go!ku! what’s going on here.”
One of the kobold loosened his jaw and began explaining nervously.
“You see this be an.. an ..an escort, yes a royal escort.”
“A Royal escort?” she said puzzled and looked at Ankthar humorously.
Ankthar, bloodied, from the fight before Mizra showed up, explained while attending to a minor wound Hvenfifar received.
“They’ve been follo’ing us fo’a while noe, I didn’t tell ye cause ye were flapping aroun’ like a darn monkey, guess they ‘cided ta take me down when ye left.”
Mizra shot another frostbolt at an ogre that was trying to get loose, and said irritated:
look here’s how its going to be.
“I know where each and every one of you are, this moist area is perfect for frostspells like mine and I have already shown you I can take you out with relative ease.
You’ve already lost. The only question is whether you have the brains to figure it out.”
At that point most of the ice had melted and some of the ogres began running away.
After all even ogres understand defeat.
Most of the kobolds ran away with the ogres but Mizra identified and entrapped the gokuji group immediately.
“You three! You have some major explaining to do. “
Her wings disappeared into mist as she walked towards one of the kobolds.
She picked up Ji and shook him wildly while she asked quite smoothly:
“What are your reasons? Is there really a black lotus at the arena?”
”ye.. yes th-ther-re re-re-rea-lly is. Ji stuttered as he was being shaken.
Its just not for adventurers. It is for new king of kobolds.”
“He demand elf for sacrifice.”
“And the black lotus?”
“He have many in around his head.”
“Like a crown?”
“Yes yes like a crown.”
“The bastard’s wearing my lotuses like some kind of jewelry. How far is the arena?”
“Two days walking south I guess.”
“Well I say that it takes a lot less of a time when you’re flying.”
Her wings formed and spread before them and nearly hit Ankthar.
“Oi watch where yer spreading those, ow’ tha hell didya get these anyway?”
“I don’t know she confessed as she gathered the kobolds in her recently formed ice basket, but I plan to use them to the fullest until I have time to research them.
Right now someone tried to make a hit on me and I never forgive those who try to harm me, I will make them pay.”
She rose up in the air with a flutter of her wings.
“You go ahead and tell the others. Tell them to meet me in the arena. I should have it all figured out by now.”
“But but ‘ow ‘xactly am ah ‘sposed to do that?”
“You’re a hunter” she said simply, “track’em,” and with that she was gone with the kobolds.
Hvenfifar growled. “Yes ah knoe”, Ankthar answered,” ah’m getting pretty tired o’ that comment meself.”

In another other far corner of the world wisim woke up from his meditation by a screeching noise from the middle of his home.
The volcano was stirring up and his spell was about to break.
It was okay for a few weeks more but after that he would have to do something drastic.
“Kash’khmer’nig-hor” he said and the screeching noise stopped instantly.
Wisim sighed and walked to his book.
Wisim was a bit shorter than your average elf with white hair and eyes that gleamed with fire (sometimes quite literally as Wisim is a master of any kind of enchantment) and had a particularly large and pointy nose.
He was rarely seen without his book of answers and had acquired a large and seemingly heavy chain that he had chained to the book and kept like a necklace.
The book looked as old as it was, its edges torn and faded, the pages moldy and thick and the cover nearly gone.
But wisim grabbed the book as if it was brand new and slammed it open on a stone table nearby.
He looked at the empty pages and asked the book: “how long until the next paladin comes?”
immediately words formed with bright red ink on that page.
Three months and five days.
The words sat there gleaming at Wisim as if teasing him.
Wisim sighed and asked wearily:” fine, what about the dalaran mages? Are they ready?”
Words formed in bright red: yes, all they do now is to wait.“Then wait they must,” wisim said as he closed his book and put it on.
“But now I need to get me some crystals to keep that spell from breaking.
We wouldn’t want some minor eruption disrupting our plans now would we? “
As an answer the screeching sound began once more.
“I know it already!” He yelled to the inside of his caverns.
And with that he left the volcano of the ungoru crater with his book around his neck and a song on his lips.