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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Unkabear" data-source="post: 4192894" data-attributes="member: 39373">Here is a rough of how Taellis might have gotten himself into this mess.[sblock=Recent History]The raid has been going well.  This was his first out of the Veradeen and never in his life had he been so far south.  Taellis had run with the war band all the way down the burning lines striking skirmishes here and there joining with other bands of elves wherever they crossed in a frenzy of orc blood.   After one such ambush Taellis followed a lone Orc that had escaped the initial slaughter.  They could not let this one join up with another band and form a war party.Quick they scoured the land in search of prints & found them, Taellis leading the persuit.  But quickly things got out of hand.  The trek lasted several days with the Orc running nearly the whole way.  He then fell in with a raiding party heading north.  The Snow Elves did not stand a chance.  Sheagh, Taellis’ friend and commander ordered him to leave and gather others.  Taellis knew that they were already dead, and he was being sent off to avenge them.  He took to this solemn duty with remorse.  He too should have died upon that battle field.  And well he almost did.A stray arrow brought him to the ground.  Nearly dead he managed to draw the arrow from him and shove a wad of cloth into the wound.  But he lacked the strength to get back up.  Or so he thought.  After all of his friends had been beheaded he was roused and put into a forced march.  This particular band of Orcs were meeting up with a caravan to sell their prisoners to.  A Snow Elf could fetch a fine price, and as he could move under his own power he was stripped bound and nearly dragged for days, marching along with other men like cattle slowly gaining his strength back from the wound, not allowed to rest but bound in leathers uncomfortably at night.His possessions were given as well to the caravan driver, all except his bow, that the Orc Leader kept for himself, quickly breaking it during his first attempted use with the precision instrument.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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