Azure and Silver, a Greywarden's tale (prologue)
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The sound of steel ringing on steel brought Araendel back to his senses, but not his feet soon enough, barely being able to roll away from the blow of the axe that would have surely meant his life. He blinked, trying to make sense of the situation….and again the axe came, this time rending a terrible gash in his cloak.
Then everything came into focus for him as the snarling orc pressed on him again, his axe held high. "Well, that explains the throbbing in my head" he muttered as he found his own longsword in his hand in an instant, retrieved from its "resting spot" in the mud near to his now cleaved helm.
The axe came in fast, the orc screaming in hatred. Araendel barely was able to bring his blade up into a parry, having to use both his hands to counter the force of the orc's strike. The slavering barbarian drew his weapon back, unable to press through for a back swing. It was then that perhaps the beast realized its error, as Araendel's blade slipped in cleanly between ribs and muscle to a vital spot.
Drawing back his blade, slick in orcish blood, the creature collapsed almost immediately. Arae took a fast glance around and more of the situation came back to him. His companions, mostly other Greywardens and those that the cadre was traveling with were under a massive assault from an orcish horde.
His brethren were fighting well enough, but the young ones and teh women were being attacked with a fervor Arae had merely read about. This was his first combat against his oldest foe, the Children of Corellon against the bastards of Gruumsh. He almost became lost in the turmoil of the battle, but the years of drilling in the temple yard had prepared him. Offering a prayer to Corellon he charged into the melee, shouting a litany of his people.
The orcish throng pressed in on all sides to his caravan, his brethren holding the south flank, while a few Longbowmen feathered the orcs that tried to flank around to the north. "They cannot get behind us" He heard one of the archers cry out, followed by "DRAW…..LOOSE!" repeatedly it seemed for an eternity as he charged into his own battle here.
One of the Orcs had managed to get into the ranks of the caravan, and was stealing off with a child as fast as it could. Arae felt his hand go up in response, his first two fingers pointing at the orc, followed by a shock of energy from his hand, slamming the orc in the back, stunning it it momentarily. Arae charged in on the orc, leaping and bring his long blade down across the orc's collarbone, smashing the beast to the ground, the child now free and running back towards the safety of his mother's arms.
"Hei-Corellon shar-shelevu diola lle" he offered to his god as the child ran back safe.
Then, it happened.
From amidst the melee, a single orcish shaman's voice rose above the din, spouting a vile speech, but one that Arae knew none-the-less. Horror appeared on his face as the incandescent ball of light flew into the caravan, detonating a mere second later, sending elves, orcs, horses and wagons scattering throughout the air.
Time was lost then, as Arae fell into a darkness of pain and agony.
He woke to that same shaman standing over him, a tusky grin on its face, "Gruumsh stronger than little elfs…" the grin turned to a twisted smile as a staff slammed into Arae's face, bringing the blackness again.
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This is realy a good reading, congratulations!
However i dont know if this is your Charcters Background or you´re starting a Journal of some sort…If you want to start journal, then the "Tales by the Fire" is the best place for it.
If its a background, then this is the proper place.
