Ten months have passed, between immediate problems I felt them as days, the battles went on, the threat to the dark forest is not something new, even some of the inhabitants began to adapt their lives to it, every party of enemies, of mercenaries who think they have the right to destroy people or beasts of our forest enter, some heavily armed, others just to try their luck, But the forest is very strong now, there is no more enmity, some orcs still seek special favors, but they were placed near the goblins to avoid injuries, others just to try their luck, but the forest is very strong now, there is no more enmity, some orcs still seek special favors, but they were placed near the goblins to avoid the rapes that humans were subjected to in the past, But the rest of the forest contains magical creatures that have escaped the exhaustive extermination to which their species has been subjected, bounties for claws, fur, feathers, bones, visors, it seems that for any part of a creature that can defend itself, it has some value in the house of the high elves, The Capablanca offer missions more in line with the improvement of life, yes there are hunts, but only of animals that have become a threat to humans outside the area where they live, searches for books that speak of elven evil of times past, in short, the plan on this page is working, I worry about this page, my knowledge, my heart, betray me.
I have seen Lilith, I have been under her protection for a year, all this time she has avoided death, torture, everything I always thought was typical of a leader as dark as her, but .... However, she has only limited herself to helping anyone who asks for it, within her great network of information, she makes sure that the weakest can escape, she recruits mercenaries, maintains agriculture in this forest, reconciles the various magical beings to avoid conflicts, even so, she has had enough time to learn the magic she could (which she still does not know), but, I know nothing of her past, I think I can still see some of her traces when she retires exhausted after pushing her magical field to the limit, when she has practiced incantations that no one in their right mind would perform days apart if not years, not to mention that several of the magics I know I have seen her migrate in the version of her spells, she is so different from anyone, so painfully similar to a woman.
The strategy of staying to watch over them is causing me problems, not of knowledge, never what the legends of the dark elves do not tell me, I learn from the gnolls that hardly come, but there are some that consider a good resting place, I translate the first steps of the death bringer a dwarf who lived what everyone, But faced with adversity and the first things he did, overwhelmed by hatred and pain, still he helped a group of subhumans who are considered as a new species, the goblins, they arrived as soon as the Overlord left (another great unknown of reality), They put themselves at the service of the great Lilith, they speak of this dwarf as if he were their master, not their savior, here no one considers the three dark ones as masters, leaders perhaps, but always with a separation from them to their leaders, these books of history, of true history, I write them in such a way that all the information that I pour on the parchment will never appear on the parchment, it will be written in some books that I have hidden and prepared for this purpose in the study room in Storm Hammer, if one day something happens to my being, that the true work of these beings is settled.
The feather, I leave it in the air, my field is as big as Lilith's but without the same density, I just feel things, many things have just been felt here, many small flames, they are going out, many lives, my heart feels the fear, are we being invaded by elves? No, they are still gathering and preparing their forces, they are humans, I know that, a lot of magic, small parts of it, they are quite inept magicians how to hide their field, this is like a small light in the night, I go in search of Lilith, she must know what is happening, I find her at the top of the battlement, there she is looking into the distance with eyes of fury, I don't have her power, I can't talk to her, she would die! So I conjure some bubbles of water, which I place one by one, separated from the other, concave, it is a magic of my own, an instant telescope, there I see them, they are sorcerers, attacking the goblins, destroying creatures that never had a chance, the lady of the castle begins to give orders, to withdraw the survivors, to take precautions against the capanegras... So these are the famous Blackcaps, I can tell you in advance that they are deficient in the highest degree, they waste magic as if they had it in abundance, each of their incantations is uncontrolled, they are devastating attacks, but they don't seem to have focused on any enemy, they only want to kill, since the trunks are immune to magic, they only burn the creatures within reach of their powers, but there is no one on this side of the forest who can deal with them, As if she read my mind (which I suspect she does) she opens a communication sphere, she talks to the shaman of the tribe, he says that many of the orcs are not here, that they went out to hunt some mercenaries that attacked their village, so she sends all the young men after them as a practice, although she is angry, you can tell by the black halo that surrounds her, she calmly asks some of her warriors to go and help the goblins.
Just as I want to go back to the goblins, the battle cry of some orcs is heard outside, the shaman comes out to see and we accompany her with this strange seeing eye she uses, outside the camp I see a pigsty, even the goblins are not slovenly at this level, but that is not what scares me, an orc celebrates with the body of a goblin in his arm, The little one struggles, I'm sure it's an adult, but it writhes in the clutches of the brute, suddenly it stops, a machete from one hand has cut off its head, horrified (the shaman, Lilith and I) we watch as the goblins flee and are greeted by the orc brute with weapons in hand, like rabbits after burning a crop, I scream at them, I ask the shaman to stop this, and he tries, he really tries, he casts restraining spells on the younger, less strong ones, but there are still more than a hundred orcs free, in the end the shaman apologizes and goes out to look for more help, too late, a mountain of greenish beings is already in the center of the village, The orcs celebrate, they sing songs about the happiness in the pain of others, the happiness of the light that goes out in the eyes of the enemy, the sensual beauty of a victory without equal, I know what awaits them, but I know that if Lilith does it, she will be damned, I must prevent it.
The magic of fields is difficult, it is about mixing another property into the magical field, as the Capablancas did with the contamination that is trapped, it took us months to perfect it, considering that the magics that took me years to study, she learned them in days, all of us present understood the difficulty of this ability, but a spell of this magnitude, was thought to punish those who kill for the pleasure of doing so, I turn to scream at her, but it is impossible to stop her, all her magic is concentrated, it is horrible, all the hate I see in a single moment, an embodiment of anger and revenge at the same time, so beautiful and deadly, I only hear her whisper over my cries of warning, the screams of alarm, the approaching footsteps seeking comfort, salvation, bloodlust.
The spell is extended, it was thought to be a measure of savagery, the spell is for warriors, it gives them pleasure in killing, so much so that they avoid thinking of anything else, they feel no pain and continue to fight even when they are dying, but she gave it another conception, I see it, everyone looks at the image, elves and human generals watch their leader being wrapped in a cocoon of crystallized magic, it is necessary, the range of the enchantment is less, Once crystallized in a gem I watch helplessly as it shoots out into the night, in a few seconds it lands in the orc's field, with all my strength I hold her vision magic, it is incredibly complicated but I do not give up, like a moth trapped by light I see her there and I see her field expand, so much that even in the night I can see in the distance, red, The screams begin, but I force my legs to run down the stairs, the eye follows me and everyone goes with me so as not to lose detail, the screams are from the orcs, they see the cocoon of Lilith, they attack it, but it is designed to resist as the blood of the innocent turns to acid, it marks them, once this is done the wounds will remain open, they will hurt as if they were just made, they will hurt until they leave the dark forest, that was the nature of the spell, I call it bloodlust so that everyone who sees it will know the fate of the one who attacks a companion, I fade the visor, I have no strength to keep it and there are more pressing matters, in front of me are representatives of the refugee races, I must explain to them, we must go for her, to avoid massacres among our ranks, she has just been defenseless against the capanegra! I must save HER!