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<blockquote data-quote="Drusilia Nailo" data-source="post: 241784" data-attributes="member: 2062"><p><strong>To Pass the Evening</strong></p><p></p><p>Well, after a brief respite (if a period of time where one is working nonstop is considered a respite <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite7" alt=":p" title="Stick out tongue :p" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":p" />) I am prepared to start writing and posting again. Here is a snippet of the story...</p><p></p><p>Later that night, some of the young druids crept up to the house. After a murmured conversation with the Mother, ending with her shaking her head, and leaving, the group, four young men, approached paladin and ranger. “We’ve found an encampment of orcs,” said the leader, eagerly.</p><p> </p><p>Ivae looked up, succeeding fairly well at disguising his sudden keen interest. “Yeah?”</p><p> </p><p>The leader nodded. “Yeah. It’s a warrior camp. They’re not expected a strike tonight... they’re getting drunk and telling stories. Do you want to...”</p><p> </p><p>He trailed off as Aelric labored to his feet. “No time like the present,” he murmured. </p><p> </p><p>Ivae sprung to his feet, much easier than his companion did, and nodded. He started strapping on weapons. “I was going to get stiff sitting here anyway,” he muttered, with a quick grin.</p><p> </p><p>The group of them moved out into the forest. The druids and Ivae moved with the silence and skill of those trained to the forest. Aelric was another story altogether. His heavy armor clanked as his horse walked. With a shrug of his shoulders, he didn’t even try to be stealthy; it would be pointless. </p><p> </p><p>It wasn’t long before they could hear harsh male laughter, and smell the smoke from a cookfire. The words spoken were in the guttural language of the orc race, and those that could understand the words knew that they were discussing their conquests, in great detail.</p><p> </p><p>Ivae tensed himself, studying his enemies through the protective cover of the trees and bushes. He silently got his bow ready, and prepared to creep forward even further. They weren’t even going to see him coming, he thought to himself.</p><p> </p><p>Just then, the silence was broken by the sound of a horn being blown, and Aelric bellowing “May the Father protect me as I smite the evil in this camp!” His horse charged forward, breaking through the brush, and burst into the clearing. Shocked orcs scrambled for weapons, but not before the paladin was able to bring his mighty broadsword up, and then down, cleaving into one of the orcs.</p><p> </p><p>Ivae sighed, as chaos broke loose. He could see that there were human captives, women all of them, bound around the ankles and hands. He took aim with his bow, and let an arrow fly. He was rewarded with the sound of an arrow thunking into orc flesh, and the orc’s bellow of pain and rage.</p><p> </p><p>From somewhere off in the trees, on the other side of the clearing, the sound of druidic chanting rang out. And it was shortly after that when four orcs, which had been hidden along the perimeter of the camp, were outlined in glowing bright red light. Perfect targets. There was the sound of further chanting, in a different voice, and then the undignified squawking of an orc as the very grasses and bushes reached out with green tendrils, grasping and pulling him down so that he couldn’t move.</p><p> </p><p>Aelric wheeled his horse around, and it lashed out with its hind legs, its massive hooves impacting in the midsection of one of the orcs. The orc went flying, and hit the ground. At the same time, Aelric brought his sword up for a mighty blow against another orc, only to miss.</p><p> </p><p>To either side of him, war axes began whistling through the air. One embedded itself in his leg, the other into the leg of his horse.</p><p> </p><p>Ivae let loose with another arrow, which sailed wide this time. He cursed under his breath, and drew his swords, preparing to charge into the clearing to keep the paladin from being overwhelmed by their numbers.</p><p> </p><p>There was the sound of tussling out in the trees, in the direction that the druids and glowing orcs were, but no one seemed to be injured or killed. </p><p> </p><p>Ivae ran across the clearing, intercepting one of the orcs that was moving in to cut down the wounded Aelric. His swords flashed, once, then twice, each time coming up bloodied. The surprised orc warrior sagged to the ground, the light going out of his eyes. </p><p> </p><p>There was the sound of the stamping of hooves, as the horse trampled one of the orcs, pulverizing its body under hard hooves. Aelric struck at one of the orcs again, and this time, was rewarded with a solid hit. The orc staggered, losing its momentum, and fell.</p><p> </p><p>Several more blows were exchanged, no one emerging from the battle unscathed. All in all, the battle was much more brief than it seemed to its participants. The tussling in the bushes went on for much longer, it seemed, but finally, everyone, even the druids, emerged victorious. </p><p> </p><p>Aelric, bloody and sweaty, slid from his horse, landing on unsteady feet. Ivae reached out, steadying the old man, and said, “You’re the most injured, you should heal yourself first.”</p><p> </p><p>Aelric shook his head stubbornly. “First, the captives,” he rasped. He healed one of them that was particularly battered, and then turned to his horse. When its wounds closed up, he then tended to Ivae’s wounds. Finally, he permitted one of the druids to heal most of his wounds. Just as that was finished, the fire started to crackle.</p><p> </p><p>All heads swiveled to look at it, startled by its noises. Out of the flames was rising a very small demon. “You will never defeat my master, Arust,” the creature hissed at them, and leapt, its sharp claws extended</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Drusilia Nailo, post: 241784, member: 2062"] [b]To Pass the Evening[/b] Well, after a brief respite (if a period of time where one is working nonstop is considered a respite :p) I am prepared to start writing and posting again. Here is a snippet of the story... Later that night, some of the young druids crept up to the house. After a murmured conversation with the Mother, ending with her shaking her head, and leaving, the group, four young men, approached paladin and ranger. “We’ve found an encampment of orcs,” said the leader, eagerly. Ivae looked up, succeeding fairly well at disguising his sudden keen interest. “Yeah?” The leader nodded. “Yeah. It’s a warrior camp. They’re not expected a strike tonight... they’re getting drunk and telling stories. Do you want to...” He trailed off as Aelric labored to his feet. “No time like the present,” he murmured. Ivae sprung to his feet, much easier than his companion did, and nodded. He started strapping on weapons. “I was going to get stiff sitting here anyway,” he muttered, with a quick grin. The group of them moved out into the forest. The druids and Ivae moved with the silence and skill of those trained to the forest. Aelric was another story altogether. His heavy armor clanked as his horse walked. With a shrug of his shoulders, he didn’t even try to be stealthy; it would be pointless. It wasn’t long before they could hear harsh male laughter, and smell the smoke from a cookfire. The words spoken were in the guttural language of the orc race, and those that could understand the words knew that they were discussing their conquests, in great detail. Ivae tensed himself, studying his enemies through the protective cover of the trees and bushes. He silently got his bow ready, and prepared to creep forward even further. They weren’t even going to see him coming, he thought to himself. Just then, the silence was broken by the sound of a horn being blown, and Aelric bellowing “May the Father protect me as I smite the evil in this camp!” His horse charged forward, breaking through the brush, and burst into the clearing. Shocked orcs scrambled for weapons, but not before the paladin was able to bring his mighty broadsword up, and then down, cleaving into one of the orcs. Ivae sighed, as chaos broke loose. He could see that there were human captives, women all of them, bound around the ankles and hands. He took aim with his bow, and let an arrow fly. He was rewarded with the sound of an arrow thunking into orc flesh, and the orc’s bellow of pain and rage. From somewhere off in the trees, on the other side of the clearing, the sound of druidic chanting rang out. And it was shortly after that when four orcs, which had been hidden along the perimeter of the camp, were outlined in glowing bright red light. Perfect targets. There was the sound of further chanting, in a different voice, and then the undignified squawking of an orc as the very grasses and bushes reached out with green tendrils, grasping and pulling him down so that he couldn’t move. Aelric wheeled his horse around, and it lashed out with its hind legs, its massive hooves impacting in the midsection of one of the orcs. The orc went flying, and hit the ground. At the same time, Aelric brought his sword up for a mighty blow against another orc, only to miss. To either side of him, war axes began whistling through the air. One embedded itself in his leg, the other into the leg of his horse. Ivae let loose with another arrow, which sailed wide this time. He cursed under his breath, and drew his swords, preparing to charge into the clearing to keep the paladin from being overwhelmed by their numbers. There was the sound of tussling out in the trees, in the direction that the druids and glowing orcs were, but no one seemed to be injured or killed. Ivae ran across the clearing, intercepting one of the orcs that was moving in to cut down the wounded Aelric. His swords flashed, once, then twice, each time coming up bloodied. The surprised orc warrior sagged to the ground, the light going out of his eyes. There was the sound of the stamping of hooves, as the horse trampled one of the orcs, pulverizing its body under hard hooves. Aelric struck at one of the orcs again, and this time, was rewarded with a solid hit. The orc staggered, losing its momentum, and fell. Several more blows were exchanged, no one emerging from the battle unscathed. All in all, the battle was much more brief than it seemed to its participants. The tussling in the bushes went on for much longer, it seemed, but finally, everyone, even the druids, emerged victorious. Aelric, bloody and sweaty, slid from his horse, landing on unsteady feet. Ivae reached out, steadying the old man, and said, “You’re the most injured, you should heal yourself first.” Aelric shook his head stubbornly. “First, the captives,” he rasped. He healed one of them that was particularly battered, and then turned to his horse. When its wounds closed up, he then tended to Ivae’s wounds. Finally, he permitted one of the druids to heal most of his wounds. Just as that was finished, the fire started to crackle. All heads swiveled to look at it, startled by its noises. Out of the flames was rising a very small demon. “You will never defeat my master, Arust,” the creature hissed at them, and leapt, its sharp claws extended [/QUOTE]
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