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Left to die, Dal'eranu woke up in the blistering heat of the desert of Tanaris. The Blood Elf tried to rise to his feet, but was overcome by weakness. He fell flat on his face. Slowly, he lifted himself into a sitting position and looked around. For as far as he could see, he saw sand. Sand and bones and the occasional rocky outcropping. The heat radiated off the sand around him. His rising thirst for water was starting to be, nearly, comparable to his constant, life-long thirst for magic.

Dal looked at what he was wearing. Nothing but a ragged shirt and pair of pants. Whoever had left him here obviously helped themselves to his belongings. Looking around again, he saw something in the distance. Closer a silhouette came. He looked around for a weapon of some sort, but the best he could find was a slightly jagged stone. He grasped it and watched as the figure drew nearer.

From the hazy distance it seemed to have a billowing body and three arms. Two where arms should be, and a third coming out of its shoulder. Dal decided it was a demon of some nature come to destroy him for whatever he had done to offend those who left him here.

It came closer and as the silhouette disappeared he saw it was merely a robed man with a staff on his back. Dal sighed relief, and when he saw the water bottle on the man's belt he exclaimed relief. "Please, good sir, I am here and do not know why! Let me have but a sip of your water to revitalize myself," Dal asked the man.

"Hmmph, you can expect no such thing from me, blood elf scum," the man haughtily replied and spat on Dal. "That's all the water you shall get from me, elf, hahaha."

Dal, slowly and shakily drew himself up. "Your water," he paused for dramatic effect, "or your life."

"Ha, you are funny, elf. You think you can beat me in your rags? While I wield the powers of fire and frost!" The mans said to as his one hand iced over and the other inflamed.

Dal grinned and quipped, "Indeed I can."

"Bothersome elf, die!" The mage threw the fiery frostball at Dal. It hit him.

Dal stood there, grinning. He didn't flinch once. "You underestimated me, human." He threw the rock with what little force his weak arms could muster and hit the mage square inbetween the eyes. Dal shambled as the mage stumbled and stole his staff off his back. "Now, tell me where you got that water or I will beat you with your very own staff."

The mage trembled, "By the waterspring fields." He pointed to the north-west, "Other side of those two crags," the mage dared not get up.

Dal reached down and grabbed the mage's water bottle and started to walk in the direction pointed. When suddenly he heard the incantation of another spell. Turning around he saw the mage had turned his body completely into stone and was charging, rather slowly, toward Dal. Dal quickly gulped some of the water and focused all his energy on the mage. In a sudden burst the mage turned back to his former self as Dal held the spell in his hands as a glowing ball. He threw it absent mindedly on a beetle, turning it to stone.

He swung the staff around a few times. "Personally I prefer blades, but I'm sure if it's not pointy it can still hurt," he said as he brandished the weapon.

The mage hastily flung fire and frost at the approaching elf. But he just grinned as the spells merely hit him as feathers would.

As he stood toe to toe with the exhausted mage he raised the staff and hit the mage in his side. What little mana was left in the mages body combusted and the mage fell in agony. "Know the wrath of a very thirsty and confused Sin'dorei Spell Breaker!" Dal'eranu cried as he lowered the staff in a massive blow.

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Dal'eranu walked around the mountain, slipping unnoticed past buzzards and scorpions until he could see the first water tower rising from the sand. He slowly approached to see that there was a small campsite around it. Carefully looking, he saw that there were three more mages, and two more men of the sword wielding nature.

He looked at his staff with disdain. The swords would feel much nicer in his hands. The three mages shouldn't be a problem to handle, but with the two swordsman it might be a bit of a challenge.

He saw a metallic beetle stumble up to him. "Ah, the last remains of my mage friend. May he help me in death as he did in life." Dal finished off the water bottle and drew the spell from the beetle. Holding the stone-spell in his hand he looked around for a suitable target.

"Why is the roc glinting?" a swordsman pointed to the buzzard in front of him, "And why is it flying so slowly?" Suddenly, it turned back to a normal roc-coloured roc and collided into the swordsman. As it hit him it turned back to stone and the swordsman collapsed under its weight.

Dal the leaped out from behind an outcropping and hit a mage in the side, combusting his mana and causing him to collapse. "It's a Spell Breaker! Get back!" the wiser of the standing mages cried. Dal charged them but the other swordsman got in between him and the mages.

"That's a nice sword. Mind if I have it?" Dal asked the swordsman politely.

"You can have it thrust through your chest!" the swordsman said as he made an amateurish stab.

"Your threats need some work, much like your swordplay," Dal said as he thrust the staff right into the swordsman's chest.

"Oof," was the swordsman's retort.

"If this was my blade, you'd be dead by now. But it's not. And that makes me angry. So I'm going to have to hit you harder," Dal said as he applied more blows until he landed one on the sharp edge of the sword and got the staff cut in half. "That's inconvenient," he stated.

"You die now!" they swordsman said and swung at Dal.

"Hold that thought," Dal said as he quickly drew the stone spell from the roc and put it onto the swinging sowrdsman. He fell forward onto his face from the force of his swing and new found mass.

Dal ran over and kicked the other swordsman on the ground in the face and withdrew the sword from his scabbard and stabbed him with it. Turning around he saw the stone swordsman slowly rise.