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I was only unsettled by the word “partners”. It feels too earthly, too real... I can't think of a replacement yet... maybe it's fine, but I don't like it...

I will try to replace it, colleague.
Dracon Mallasa, dear colleague, I fully agree with colleague Simas. My apologies, it seems you didn't post your excerpt in full right away, and I took the liberty of reworking it slightly. I will present this version a bit later. Colleagues! A complication has arisen. Yesterday, from a complete stranger, I learned that our excerpts are periodically posted on outside websites that have nothing to do with us. Perhaps I am missing something, but since we don't even have a work yet, only sketches, isn't it too early? I would like to know if none of us are involved in this, or if someone is suddenly developing a "star sickness," although there shouldn't be any grounds for that.

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I confess, I couldn't fully process this excerpt; the author pushes the elf's knowledge of the vampire class too hard and makes excessive use of it. Colleague, I must remind you once again – do not insert your own knowledge into your character's head. You end up with an elf who is not young, but already seasoned by experience.
“At the sight of the strangers, the word 'vampire' suddenly surfaced in Silbern's head. This word was unfamiliar, yet despite that, it reeked of carrion. Warriors similar to these had only just attacked the elves today. The newcomers' faces were a deathly blue color (despite the night?) with empty eyes in which there was not a drop of life. Eyes are the mirror of the soul. But these eyes reflected no soul, because there was none.
Both were of the same height, slightly taller than the young ranger himself. One of them held a bloody sword in his hand, upon which strange words were inscribed. Silbern did not know this language, but he was certain that this language was not for the living. But the young elf was most shocked by the blood on the sword. This meant that several sentries would not be able to rejoice in the rising sun (or perhaps the vampires killed not the sentries, but, for example, a few bunnies or squirrels?). The hair of the vampire with the sword was braided into a ponytail. A wicked smirk snaked across the stranger's face (the dead have no emotions, therefore, there is no point in smiling). He enjoyed killing (emotion again), and if he saw our hero now, he would kill him too. He, like his partner, wore no armor. It seemed they had come to kill someone and disappear quickly. And armor is merely an unnecessary burden that would be a hindrance in this case (the dead do not feel weight). Both sported long black cloaks that would help their dead masters hide in the night. The second of the arrivals was also in a cloak (repetition), but his blade was in its scabbard, and the scabbard was slung across his back, so that only the hilt protruded from behind his left shoulder. In his right hand, he held a strange curved dagger, the hilt of which was decorated with a skull whose eye sockets glowed with a sinister red fire. A ring with a green stone, inside which some shadows writhed, encircled the index finger of his left hand. Silbern was ready to rush at the vampires and avenge the murder of his brethren, but he understood all too well how dangerous it was. He might not even have time to make a single swing of his blades before the vampire's cursed sword pierced his heart. He had seen how swift vampires were in combat during today's battle. Moreover, by all appearances, these two were clear professionals, trained to fight and kill for more than one century (overdoing it – the elf does not know the lifespan of vampires). Silbern knew of only five elven warriors capable of facing a vampire. These were legendary heroes, whose names, however, could be of little help to the young elf in the current situation. Only druids – the faithful priests of Silanna – could fight vampires fearlessly (so, only five druids can fight?)). Others had to be on guard every second when struggling against these dead warriors.
The two arrivals headed deep into the forest with a quick step. Silbern noted with surprise how silently they moved. Perhaps in a past life (where does the information about a past life come from?) they themselves had been elves and some skills remained. After some time, they all (all? There are only two if vampires are meant) reached the palace of Hilael. Both vampires noticed the archer guard posts before the guards noticed them (so, the guards did notice the vampires after all?). They bypassed these posts very skillfully and, to Silbern's great surprise, began to climb deftly up the tree. They didn't even break a single branch, so as not to create unnecessary noise (colleague, this creates an association not with an elf, but with a monkey. Climbing a tree doesn't necessarily mean breaking branches)! Our young elf also began to climb up the tree, but from the other side. He was terrified, for these two, by all appearances, had decided to finish off Hilael, as they were stubbornly climbing up to his palace. Silbern didn't manage to crawl up before the vampires... When he leaped onto the platform, a battle was already in full swing. Our hero, without thinking, rushed into the fight...
Colleague, the excerpt is frankly "raw," but I like the idea. Although, if you want to make this battle a scene where Hilael selects an emissary, then vampires are overkill. They are undead and obey only a Necromancer, and Hilael is not suited for such a specialty. So, if the skirmish is inspired by Hilael, then other characters should be put in the role of the attackers. Let's say, some outcast druids. But these are only assumptions.