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A Battle At The Night
“This is our chance my brother, if we do not move now we may not ever get away” Tal’Niar whispers to his companion next to him as they are hid behind a large rock. “I am uncertain we will make to the tree line if we act now, perhaps if we wait a while..” Fir’enel is interrupted by Tal’Niar “IF we stay here we will be spotted, then there will be no chance of getting across the valley”, they both crawl to the top of the rock looking down over a small valley filled with torches dancing in the night, what seems to be orc are gathered in the valley bottom.
They begin to quietly move east across the valley top staying as well covered as they could, they move downward and duck behind a tree at the bottom of the valley. “I make out at least seven of them, what do you think? Should we ignore them?” Fir whispers to Tal a slight bit of fear in his voice. “I do not think so”, Tal replys proudly, “As much as we are outnumbered we have the upper hand in surprise”. He quickly notches an arrow firing it toward one of the orc it pierces the orcs ankle dropping it to the floor quickly followed by another to his head.
The group of orc, now in a great deal of panic begin circling there fallen and wave there torches around to search for where it came from, another arrow comes whistling through the night plowing through one of the orcs chest, he quickly drops to the floor, two more arrows this time missing the group. They turn quickly spotting one of the elves, one of the orc let out an almighty roar as he charges toward the two elves, his footsteps become more like the beating of a war drum as he raises his axe about to bring it crashing down onto Fir’enel’s head, Tal’Niar plunges a short sword into the back of the orcs neck it drops to the floor twitching. The two elves turn to the group of orc once more firing arrow after arrow, they fell a few of them but the orc had already begun charging, axes flailing in the moonlight, Tal’Niar drops his bow reaching for the short sword he had left in the orcs neck, he raises it just in time to block an orc axe, he spins to avoid the orcs fist and cuts the orcs arm, turning he pushes the sword into the orcs back pulling it out and kicking him to the floor. He visually begins to get raged by the combat charging toward another orc and slamming the sword into its chest before turning to fight another.
Fir’enel battles an orc alone the two elves have been separated by the group of orc which now only number at three Fir’enel repeatedly slices at the orc with a dagger doing little damage to its armor, he moves quickly avoiding the big axe crashing into the ground and trees, he collects Tal’Niar’s bow and draws an arrow it pierces the orc’s eye from close range exiting the back of its head. He turns to see Tal’Niar combating two orcs and joins the battle throwing his dagger into the back of the first orc. Tal’Niar moves left then quickly right to feint the last orcs attack, as the orc lifts his axe the two elves, in almost perfect timing, plunge there weapons into the last orc.
Panting for air, both elves drop to there knees in exhaustion, both of them covered in blood from there enemy. Tal’Niar raises his hand drawing an arrow like symbol into the air a feint orange flow following his finger trail. He preaches “Solonar, lord of the hunt, see what we have slain this eve, our eternal enemy has less in number than before the night came”. He draws a half circle over his head, the same orange glow following his finger trail, a white light emits briefly from him and he stands up pulling Fir’enel to his feet. “I continue to hunt in your name Solonar, may my arrows always strike true, I offer you the heads of these orc as you have guided me through yet another battle, I praise you”.
Tal’Niar goes to each orc corpse, slicing its head from its shoulders carelessly and moves them all in a line “Here is my offering Solonar”, He quickly whispers a few chants moving his hands in a circular motion again the orange light following him and then moves it over the orc heads.
The elves gather what they can and head off up the valley toward the tree line.
-- Aniril
“This is our chance my brother, if we do not move now we may not ever get away” Tal’Niar whispers to his companion next to him as they are hid behind a large rock. “I am uncertain we will make to the tree line if we act now, perhaps if we wait a while..” Fir’enel is interrupted by Tal’Niar “IF we stay here we will be spotted, then there will be no chance of getting across the valley”, they both crawl to the top of the rock looking down over a small valley filled with torches dancing in the night, what seems to be orc are gathered in the valley bottom.
They begin to quietly move east across the valley top staying as well covered as they could, they move downward and duck behind a tree at the bottom of the valley. “I make out at least seven of them, what do you think? Should we ignore them?” Fir whispers to Tal a slight bit of fear in his voice. “I do not think so”, Tal replys proudly, “As much as we are outnumbered we have the upper hand in surprise”. He quickly notches an arrow firing it toward one of the orc it pierces the orcs ankle dropping it to the floor quickly followed by another to his head.
The group of orc, now in a great deal of panic begin circling there fallen and wave there torches around to search for where it came from, another arrow comes whistling through the night plowing through one of the orcs chest, he quickly drops to the floor, two more arrows this time missing the group. They turn quickly spotting one of the elves, one of the orc let out an almighty roar as he charges toward the two elves, his footsteps become more like the beating of a war drum as he raises his axe about to bring it crashing down onto Fir’enel’s head, Tal’Niar plunges a short sword into the back of the orcs neck it drops to the floor twitching. The two elves turn to the group of orc once more firing arrow after arrow, they fell a few of them but the orc had already begun charging, axes flailing in the moonlight, Tal’Niar drops his bow reaching for the short sword he had left in the orcs neck, he raises it just in time to block an orc axe, he spins to avoid the orcs fist and cuts the orcs arm, turning he pushes the sword into the orcs back pulling it out and kicking him to the floor. He visually begins to get raged by the combat charging toward another orc and slamming the sword into its chest before turning to fight another.
Fir’enel battles an orc alone the two elves have been separated by the group of orc which now only number at three Fir’enel repeatedly slices at the orc with a dagger doing little damage to its armor, he moves quickly avoiding the big axe crashing into the ground and trees, he collects Tal’Niar’s bow and draws an arrow it pierces the orc’s eye from close range exiting the back of its head. He turns to see Tal’Niar combating two orcs and joins the battle throwing his dagger into the back of the first orc. Tal’Niar moves left then quickly right to feint the last orcs attack, as the orc lifts his axe the two elves, in almost perfect timing, plunge there weapons into the last orc.
Panting for air, both elves drop to there knees in exhaustion, both of them covered in blood from there enemy. Tal’Niar raises his hand drawing an arrow like symbol into the air a feint orange flow following his finger trail. He preaches “Solonar, lord of the hunt, see what we have slain this eve, our eternal enemy has less in number than before the night came”. He draws a half circle over his head, the same orange glow following his finger trail, a white light emits briefly from him and he stands up pulling Fir’enel to his feet. “I continue to hunt in your name Solonar, may my arrows always strike true, I offer you the heads of these orc as you have guided me through yet another battle, I praise you”.
Tal’Niar goes to each orc corpse, slicing its head from its shoulders carelessly and moves them all in a line “Here is my offering Solonar”, He quickly whispers a few chants moving his hands in a circular motion again the orange light following him and then moves it over the orc heads.
The elves gather what they can and head off up the valley toward the tree line.
-- Aniril