Frustrated Father
First Post
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The human toppled with little sound to the leaf strewn forest floor as Irdril's arrow took him in the heart, killing him instantly. Around the corpse, another seven humans lay crumpled in death, each having died as easily, and silently as the first.
Irdril shook his white mane of hair, the only sign of his great age, in regret. He had counciled against fighting the humans, had preached tolerance and patience until another solution could be found, but those young fools with hot blood and little brains, like Nuada, had taken the fight to the humans, had escalated it beyond anything that could be healed. So many had died ...
Still, there was little he could do now that the war had been brought in full, the summer had been harsh and the blood had flown freely but now with the approaching fall and soon winter, it seemed as if perhaps the tide had relented, if for only a bit. With a silent sigh he raised his darkened bow and and fletched another fire blackened arrow and let it loose with nary a sound or excess of movement and the human who had thought to creep though the dark to his left fell dead as the arrow pierced his skull.
Silently he stalked through the evening forest, hunting more interlopers.
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The human toppled with little sound to the leaf strewn forest floor as Irdril's arrow took him in the heart, killing him instantly. Around the corpse, another seven humans lay crumpled in death, each having died as easily, and silently as the first.
Irdril shook his white mane of hair, the only sign of his great age, in regret. He had counciled against fighting the humans, had preached tolerance and patience until another solution could be found, but those young fools with hot blood and little brains, like Nuada, had taken the fight to the humans, had escalated it beyond anything that could be healed. So many had died ...
Still, there was little he could do now that the war had been brought in full, the summer had been harsh and the blood had flown freely but now with the approaching fall and soon winter, it seemed as if perhaps the tide had relented, if for only a bit. With a silent sigh he raised his darkened bow and and fletched another fire blackened arrow and let it loose with nary a sound or excess of movement and the human who had thought to creep though the dark to his left fell dead as the arrow pierced his skull.
Silently he stalked through the evening forest, hunting more interlopers.
