Post by Red on Dec 21, 2011 16:26:17 GMT -5
"Dammit! Another dead end!" Red yelled, staring at a smoldering pile of ash. He knelt down, picked up a burnt piece of wood from the ashes. "They can't be too far ahead" he said inspecting the crumbling bit of bark, that now blackened and stained his gloves. He stood, and kicked the remnants of the fire, there may be potential for a fire here he thought. He disregarded it. He stepped away from the fire, and inspected the rest of the camp, his sword clinking with each step, and his cloak just touching the ground behind him.
The camp was littered with broken armour, bottles and weapons. Rags from beds or that what was once clothing, blew and danced in the breeze, all of them were frayed at the edges. This was a scene from what seemed like a battle, or an army that had to leave in a hurry: mountain goblins were not known by any means for their tidyness, in fact, quite the opposite, as most mountain dwelling creatures. What little plants that had once grown on this spot, were now definately gone, the earth was trampled and crushed, smaller fires that were once there, now smoldered and choked as the life left them, this place that once harbored life, was now dead and broken.
Red finally stood, after inspecting armour on the floor, and turned, he followed the tracks made by horses, carts and feet, out west into a valley, a wholly uninviting place. On the horizon, far far on the horizon, there was a plume of smoke, just visible, over the crook of another hill. "Why mountains? Why mountains? Why do I have to scout an army, in mountains? Why not plains or a forest, something simple? Dammit... Anyway that smoke is my best bet." he turned to his horse, who by now was looking thoroughly bored out of his mind. Red picked up the reigns, jumped on and started to canter over to the mouth of the valley.
[Sorry btw, when I read this over, I realised it sounds a lot like LoTr, I promise it sounded more original when I wrote it. =/]
The camp was littered with broken armour, bottles and weapons. Rags from beds or that what was once clothing, blew and danced in the breeze, all of them were frayed at the edges. This was a scene from what seemed like a battle, or an army that had to leave in a hurry: mountain goblins were not known by any means for their tidyness, in fact, quite the opposite, as most mountain dwelling creatures. What little plants that had once grown on this spot, were now definately gone, the earth was trampled and crushed, smaller fires that were once there, now smoldered and choked as the life left them, this place that once harbored life, was now dead and broken.
Red finally stood, after inspecting armour on the floor, and turned, he followed the tracks made by horses, carts and feet, out west into a valley, a wholly uninviting place. On the horizon, far far on the horizon, there was a plume of smoke, just visible, over the crook of another hill. "Why mountains? Why mountains? Why do I have to scout an army, in mountains? Why not plains or a forest, something simple? Dammit... Anyway that smoke is my best bet." he turned to his horse, who by now was looking thoroughly bored out of his mind. Red picked up the reigns, jumped on and started to canter over to the mouth of the valley.
[Sorry btw, when I read this over, I realised it sounds a lot like LoTr, I promise it sounded more original when I wrote it. =/]
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.