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Snakeroot weakened in smoggy air, fight Jaggedforge, Snakeroot is captured   Chapter 12 - The Jaggedforge Snakeroot's breath was heavy and hid legs were weak. He was one of the most formidable warriors from his village of Eleyond but is lungs were not used to the smoggy air. The constant smoke emanating from the volcano atop the mountain created a wall of pollution stopping the wood elf at every step. Snakeroot was determined, he had only just set off on his adventure. He was not going to let poor air quality hinder his journey. The exhausted elf sat down on a rick to catch his breath and prepare for the climb ahead of him. The wood elves have no communicated with ther bretheren fire elves for decades. A safe passage through the province known as the Firefang Jags might have been a topic of conversation to have. Snakeroot looked up into the sun, hoping his chlorohealing would kick in. The sun was covered by dense grey clouds created by the ash. Suddenly, the rock Snakeroot sat upon started to shake. The elf jumped up and readied his poison-tipped daggers.   Before him stood a monstrosity with volcanic rocks for skins, molten lava ran through its veins. The beast held an enormous axe made from the same material as itself. Snakeroot's fast acting poison would have no affect on this rock monster. The monster heaved his axe over his head. Snakeroot leaped out of the way. Snakeroot could feel the heat of the axe. Rubble flew past him as he covered his face. In the dust cloud, Snakeroot could make out glowing letters on the creature's axe. They read "Protect" in elven writing. The elf gathered himself enough to once again narrowly avoid the monster's swing. Snakeroot knew that this battle was over before it started, for the wood elf was getting dizzier and dizzier in the heat. Snakeroot stood tall against the towering beast as the monster looked down upon him. In one last effort, Snakeroot could feel he was about to pass out. Snakeroot sheathed his daggers. The rock construct stood there, seemingly pondering about his adversaries actions. Snakeroot collapsed onto the hot ground. The last thing he could feel was getting picked up and carried away.