Monday, August 9, 2010

Getting closer ...


After several weeks of travel Velorien knew he was getting closer. Rumours of a shady Eladrin had led him towards the town of Winterhaven, a bastion of filth and disease. As he circled the city he came upon the body of a dead goblin. Turning the body around his mood lightened, a clear cut through both the jugular vein and the cartoid artery, the signature move of his lost cousin.

As he pressed on he came upon a battlefield; the stench of burned bodies lingered in the air. As he walked up to the pyre he was sure that something big must have died here, a huge lump of a body was still slowly charring on a bigger pile of small bodies. He looked around, but could not make out what happened here. None of the bodies appeared to be his cousin, and the site seemed to have been quite hastily abandoned after the battle, the tracks leading back to the city.


Unwilling to enter the city just yet, he pinned a note to a tree in the vicinity of the city gates and went back into the forest for a rest. Daelagor would eventually come out of this city, and he would be waiting.

5 comments:

  1. Bloody hell! Still, not very ambitious.

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  2. Except that he's already come out of the city!

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  3. 'Coming out' is a phrase often spoken by Eladrin.
    ;)

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  4. Vogir, try to find out where your jugular vein is and check whether the dagger is already there.... ;-)

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  5. I'm not homophobic. Some of my best friends are Eladrin.
    ;)

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