<strong>Emrick Stone: Embroiled in battle with bog beasts</strong><br/><br/>The mage had enchanted his ammo, imbuing it with the essence of fire.  Emrick had initially taken great delight in the fact that his shotgun fired extremely fast, extremely accurate miniature fireballs.<br/><br/>As he fired his seventh imbued round into the chest of a bog beast, however, he was quickly realizing that his ammunition was nowhere near as powerful as he had initially believed.  Sure, it punched red-rimmed holes in their "flesh" the size of his fist, but their bodies were so damp that the small, albeit powerful, heat of the bullets couldn't ignite the creatures.  And since they apparently had no organs, the holes were nothing more than an annoyance.<br/><br/>Nonetheless, Emrick kept firing.  He wished he had the time to rejuvenate himself: the massive streams of mana flowing high above Outland weren't just for show, after all.  Given time and peace, any mage worth his own could channel energy from the ruptured Twisting Nether.  Maybe if they had been in the Netherstorm, then he could have evocated between shots.  But here in the Zangarmarsh, it was simply too far away.<br/><br/>The bog beast pair lumbering towards the trio on the boardwalk suddenly changed direction.  They veered to Emrick's left, stomping past him and joining an already sizable mass of vegetation surrounding the draenei.  She looked to be expecting it, though, and was poised in a defensive position, her shield and mace at the ready.  Suddenly left alone by his enemies, Emrick didn't hesitate to start evocating.<br/><br/>The young mage slung his shotgun, then hung his head and place his palms to his temples.  It somewhat resembled the immature pose used by children who didn't want to hear something, but it was the position that worked best for him.<br/><br/>Emrick pulled his mind away from the battle, trusting the paladin to keep the bog beasts from turning him into a pulpy smear on the boardwalk.  Now unfettered by the distractions of the chaos around him, the mage focused on the raw energy coursing miles above his head, and did his best to establish a connection.  Somewhat similar to how paladins and priests acted as a conduit for the Light, Emrick used his conscienceness as a conduit between his body and the Twisting Nether.<br/><br/>Slowly, revitalizing mana poured into him.  It was a trickle at first, but it quickly grew into a torrent.  Thirty seconds passed before Emrick cut off the connection, not wanting to overwhelm his frail, mortal mind.  Even then, those thirty seconds had made him feel so,<em>so </em>much better.<br/><br/>He turned to look at the draenei and Duran, his eyes dimly glowing from his fresh infusion of mana.  Emrick sized up the scene, and prepared to help as best he could.