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Message: <blockquote data-quote="The Forsaken One" data-source="post: 209043" data-attributes="member: 799">As thunder roared through the cloud filled sky above, the forest shook beneath the power of the midsummer storm. Through the forest rode a hooded figure on a horse defying the might of the storm. Spurring on his horse he made good time despite the horrible weather. "Blast this weather. "It's good for the forest", they say, "the gods are pleased to grant us such furtile weather", damned tree hugging elves. If they are so pleased with this weater they should have gone out themselves."The man reached a clearing and took out a note from under his cloack and reread his directions. These directions caused him to ride on for a few minutes and there he left the forest path and headed into the forest. Driving his horse ever further into the forest the vegatations grew thicker and less light came through the branches of the trees. "Hmmm I should have been there by now.. where did I go wrong.. hmmm..... damn this bloody weather."As the man muttered to himself he sudenly halted his horse as it was standing on the edge of a cliff. Through the dense rain he had hardly noticed the cliffs edge."Few, almost kicked the buckett there. Good you are still keeping your eyes open and your wits about dear." As he rubbed his horse.He looked into the valey and the cliff seemed to curve a bit and in that curve he saw a light burning about a mile in the direction he was looking in."Good, that should be the camp. Thank the gods I'm almost there, a warm drink and dry clothes are donna do me some good!"The man drove his horse alongside the edges of the cliff and made his way to the camp. But when he reached it he found a fire alright. The whole camp had been set a fire and the remains were smoldering in the rain. As he moved through the camp he saw it was littered with bodies, Elven bodies. Just elven bodies and no bodies of their attackers.Searching for a clue he entered a half standing tent where 2 other bodies lay. He moved towards the bodies only to find a handfull of bolts sticking out of them. A hand full of black bolts, the strange smell and the black reflection of the blade suggested poison."Drow, it seemed I came to late to warn them about the new threat that our enemy had in store for us. They almost had us tricked the first time, but luckilly we saw it through in time that these were no ordinary drow. "Yes, where these still evil drow came from noone can tell but they are here and they fooled many a camp it seems. I must move on and hope to reach the other camps in time, or the the forest border will be left unguarded."He ran out of the tent and mounted his horse. Spurring it he gallopped away from the slaughter and made his way back into the forest.After a few minutes he stumbled upon the forest road and he headed west. Driving like the wind he and his horse galloped through the forest to reach the other camps in time.</blockquote>

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