Post by Torrential on Jul 31, 2007 14:00:10 GMT -5
Roril slowed himself to a creeping silence. He dared not to make a single noise; he knew the creatures of the forest were terribly wicked, and to awake one from its slumber would surely bring about his death.
Roril held the handles of his scimitars to quiet the clanging inside of their sheathes. Darkness enveloped the forest, not letting a ray of the full moon pass through the treetops. The air was humid, and Roril heard the faint stream of water in the distance. Knowing he would not see water for a long way, Roril decided now was the best time to drink.
The drow followed the faint rushing of water, intent on not making any noise. Roril tiptoed his way toward it, glancing from side to side to see any possible nocturnal beasts.
Roril made it to the small stream, happy to find that the water was both clean and cold. He cupped his hands in the water several times and drank until his thirst was quenched. The dark elf took out a few water skins and filled them to satisfying amounts before returning to the leaf-strewn path.
Now tired from his long journey through the forest, Roril decided it was best to make camp here and resume his journey in the morning, although it would be more dangerous, as all of the enchanted forest's beasts would be awake. I need my rest, thought the drow as he leaned back against a tree and fell into a light slumber.
Roril awoke what seemed to be mere minutes later to a faint sound in the distance, almost of people speaking in melodic tunes. Curious as to what was going on, Roril decided to investigate. As Roril crept closer to the voices, he saw a bright campfire burning near the people. Roril, not wishing to be seen, hid behind a large oak tree as he heard the beautiful, yet harsh voice of a woman:
"Du sen greits fuen du brisingr von Selkia e morte tse vioven!"
Roril peered around the tree when he saw it: terrifying creatures were erupting from the fire near the woman, each burning the ground they stood upon as they landed around her. They all had scaly bodies, almost like some sort of lizard, and they were all encased in fire. One was excited at the prospect of serving its master once again and bellowed as fire spewed from its open mouth, up into the treetops, setting them ablaze. The fierce woman looked at all of her servants and hissed, "Sen du fatis."
At once, the creatures lept skyward, each disappearing into a cloud of black smoke.
Roril ran from the scene, not terrified, but confused as to what he just saw. Was it magic? An evil summoning? Or was it demonic spirits? The drow kept running into the darkness, hoping he would not run into any of the vile creatures.
Roril held the handles of his scimitars to quiet the clanging inside of their sheathes. Darkness enveloped the forest, not letting a ray of the full moon pass through the treetops. The air was humid, and Roril heard the faint stream of water in the distance. Knowing he would not see water for a long way, Roril decided now was the best time to drink.
The drow followed the faint rushing of water, intent on not making any noise. Roril tiptoed his way toward it, glancing from side to side to see any possible nocturnal beasts.
Roril made it to the small stream, happy to find that the water was both clean and cold. He cupped his hands in the water several times and drank until his thirst was quenched. The dark elf took out a few water skins and filled them to satisfying amounts before returning to the leaf-strewn path.
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Now tired from his long journey through the forest, Roril decided it was best to make camp here and resume his journey in the morning, although it would be more dangerous, as all of the enchanted forest's beasts would be awake. I need my rest, thought the drow as he leaned back against a tree and fell into a light slumber.
Roril awoke what seemed to be mere minutes later to a faint sound in the distance, almost of people speaking in melodic tunes. Curious as to what was going on, Roril decided to investigate. As Roril crept closer to the voices, he saw a bright campfire burning near the people. Roril, not wishing to be seen, hid behind a large oak tree as he heard the beautiful, yet harsh voice of a woman:
"Du sen greits fuen du brisingr von Selkia e morte tse vioven!"
Roril peered around the tree when he saw it: terrifying creatures were erupting from the fire near the woman, each burning the ground they stood upon as they landed around her. They all had scaly bodies, almost like some sort of lizard, and they were all encased in fire. One was excited at the prospect of serving its master once again and bellowed as fire spewed from its open mouth, up into the treetops, setting them ablaze. The fierce woman looked at all of her servants and hissed, "Sen du fatis."
At once, the creatures lept skyward, each disappearing into a cloud of black smoke.
Roril ran from the scene, not terrified, but confused as to what he just saw. Was it magic? An evil summoning? Or was it demonic spirits? The drow kept running into the darkness, hoping he would not run into any of the vile creatures.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.