Ethrun the ranger lost!
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((Since Narfell is a rp community, rather than just say "i'm leaving…" i've decided to pop in and write a nice rp story for it instead
))It was cooling, a gentle night breeze running right into Ethrun's face and his hair flows in the wind. The beautiful view off the cliff's edge is breath taking indeed as Ethrun looks across. Ethrun had as usual, been wandering and patrolling in the wild, this time in the gypsy camp's woods. The elf is watching off the cliff as his ears perch, catching soft crittering noises behind him, he remains calm and composed, appearing to not be making any movement or reveal any signs of awareness.
All of a sudden, the elf turns 360 degrees with his bow sprung and fires a few arrows at the direction where the noise is coming from, a few of the arrows pierce into a barking spider. The rest of its brethren start crawling towards him, he fires, killing a few more. When the last few reached the elf in melee distance, the elf drew out his blades and fought off, after a couple of rounds, each spider fell down to the very last.
Ethrun is taking deep breaths by now. He sheathed his blades as he pants, putting one leg on top of the spider and twitching it with his foot to check if its really dead. He lets out one big sigh of relief as he confirms its death. Suddenly, a large spider atop the tree canopies springs down, it lands against Ethrun as it clutches him, the impact knocks the elf off the cliff's edge, along with the spider still clutching him...
The gypsies reported mention the elf had not returned or been seen for nearly a month now. The worse is feared, "Dead." one of the gypsy guards said in a jesting manner to another.
