<strong>Robert Long</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>:The Barrens<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:Maggie, Elemental<br/><hr/><br/>At 2013-09-16 15:13:58, Robert Long (uid: 4265) rolls: 1d100 Result: 47 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=50217)<br/><br/>Feeling the pain of the elemental, Robert screamed again before realizing that he might be able to help. Pulling the pain to himself, he forced his own strength out to it. Feeling the wind grow stronger from the use of his strength, he growled as he fought to help the elemental. “They will… No… Not… Gettt… Through…” he said through clinched teeth.<br/><br/>Breathing deeply, he slowly sat up, his eyes closed as he felt the wind blowing around them. Opening his eyes, he didn’t notice at first that the pixies had fallen from the vortex. Seeing the legs and bodies of the insect being torn apart as they tried to push through the vortex, Robert slowly stood up, his mind filled with rage for what they bugs had done. His face appeared calm, the pain gone as he looked out into the darkness. Smiling every time an insect was torn to pieces, the wind speeds up more as more insects try to get to them.<br/>