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==Flying Olm==
===(30th January, 2010)===
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The elf watched from above as the dwarves passed below.  One by one,
the saplings fell to the dwarven machetes.  Let them come in a little
further, he thought.  The bush would close in behind them, sealing
them in, away from their kins-dwarves.  Then the forest would claim
them, lost forever beneath the green of the treetops.  The black
panther woman drew back her teeth in a snarl.  She turned her body on
the high branch to address the elf.

"Master Elekain," it said, "we should kill them now and gnaw on their bones."

The elf felt the hunger in his teeth.  His temples pulsed with rage.
His eyes traced the dwarves' path back to the edge of the forest.  A
troop of warriors gathered there, bidding their country-dwarves
farewell.  Elekain drew his blade, a dagger of hardened wood,
magically sharpened by the river pebbles of the Forest Spirit.  He
pricked his fingertip and let the blood fall.

The dwarf slapped his neck with a gauntlet and pulled it back to see a
small smear of blood.  He stepped out of line and scanned the
treetops, pointing his pike.  Grimacing, he trotted to the front of
the column.  Captain Dumple didn't like to be bothered with useless
reports, but he had a feeling about this.  He stepped up behind the
head dwarf.

"Speak, Lt. Garndel."

Captain Dumple was twice as tall as the greatest dwarf warrior.  It
was rumored that he was sired by a man.  His beard was dark and thick,
his eyes fierce and flashing.  He had seen a dozen battles and had
come out without a scratch.  He was a harsh master but was respected
for he brought victory.  Garndel swallowed his fear.

"Captain," said Garndel, "the elves are upon us."