Post by sbongkh on Jun 12, 2012 17:54:50 GMT -5
It was midnight, and an Elf snuck up on a wooden encampment, slowly assessing it and preparing for what was to come. As he wheeled around, he saw the obsidian figure in the clearing between the three huts. This was what he had been looking for. The Dark Priests.
He reminded himself not to touch it, for that would taint him with Darkness, which may have even turned him into a Dark Elf, with all that mixed blood running through his veins.
He wheeled around the first house. Magical traps were sure to be around. He decided to get through the back wall. The sound of wood splintering must've half woken the Dark Priest inside, but he was in no fit condition to fight. Quickly, Valfor sliced his throat open, giving him no chance to scream or shout for help. The only sound in the hut was the gushing of warm blood from the Dark Priest's neck. Valfor looked around the small hut, and found a chest, and a potionstand. He chugged down a potion of strength, and swiftness and took a poison potion. On the dirt floor he found a golden chestplate, and a full set of leather armour. Gold was too heavy for this mission, leather it was. Grabbing a spare sword and some food from the chest, Valfor sprinted out of the hut.
He rushed the second hut, charging through the door and stabbing the Dark priest in the chest. However, the Dark Priest had one last time to spell, with his last breath, and he did. Valfor was frozen to were he was, paralysed, as the spell took hold. His right arm gave a jerk, and stopped working. Valfor cursed, as the Dark Priest gave a loud moan, and died. But the spell did not stop working. That meant someone else was sustaining it.
Valfor rolled under the bed just as a third Dark Priest came through the door. He wore newer, better robes, meaning he was the highest ranked Dark Priest here, and the best at combat. Valfor sensed that the Dark Priest knew he was under the bed, and was only looking around to distract him. He crouched, holding his diamond sword in his weaker arm, and poisoned it with the potion he gathered earlier. The Dark Priest was about to reveal his whereabouts, he could see the end of a staff and the telltale green mist gathering at the end of it.
The bed flew up against the wall, and Valfor jumped from his crouching position, wounding the Dark Priest in the shoulder, making him drop the staff. "Dark Priests sure can't take much pain." he thought, as he beheaded the unlucky Dark Priest. Feeling slowly returned to Valfor's arm, and he looked at the blood on the floor, smiling. It was the beginning of his Dark Priest-slaughtering, and he found he enjoyed it.
Before leaving the encampment forever, he found a letter, and a map, both clues to where more Dark Priests hid. He took everything of value in the camp, before going to work with a flint and tinder, setting the encampment alight, before adding a dose of lava.
It was a good day's work.
He reminded himself not to touch it, for that would taint him with Darkness, which may have even turned him into a Dark Elf, with all that mixed blood running through his veins.
He wheeled around the first house. Magical traps were sure to be around. He decided to get through the back wall. The sound of wood splintering must've half woken the Dark Priest inside, but he was in no fit condition to fight. Quickly, Valfor sliced his throat open, giving him no chance to scream or shout for help. The only sound in the hut was the gushing of warm blood from the Dark Priest's neck. Valfor looked around the small hut, and found a chest, and a potionstand. He chugged down a potion of strength, and swiftness and took a poison potion. On the dirt floor he found a golden chestplate, and a full set of leather armour. Gold was too heavy for this mission, leather it was. Grabbing a spare sword and some food from the chest, Valfor sprinted out of the hut.
He rushed the second hut, charging through the door and stabbing the Dark priest in the chest. However, the Dark Priest had one last time to spell, with his last breath, and he did. Valfor was frozen to were he was, paralysed, as the spell took hold. His right arm gave a jerk, and stopped working. Valfor cursed, as the Dark Priest gave a loud moan, and died. But the spell did not stop working. That meant someone else was sustaining it.
Valfor rolled under the bed just as a third Dark Priest came through the door. He wore newer, better robes, meaning he was the highest ranked Dark Priest here, and the best at combat. Valfor sensed that the Dark Priest knew he was under the bed, and was only looking around to distract him. He crouched, holding his diamond sword in his weaker arm, and poisoned it with the potion he gathered earlier. The Dark Priest was about to reveal his whereabouts, he could see the end of a staff and the telltale green mist gathering at the end of it.
The bed flew up against the wall, and Valfor jumped from his crouching position, wounding the Dark Priest in the shoulder, making him drop the staff. "Dark Priests sure can't take much pain." he thought, as he beheaded the unlucky Dark Priest. Feeling slowly returned to Valfor's arm, and he looked at the blood on the floor, smiling. It was the beginning of his Dark Priest-slaughtering, and he found he enjoyed it.
Before leaving the encampment forever, he found a letter, and a map, both clues to where more Dark Priests hid. He took everything of value in the camp, before going to work with a flint and tinder, setting the encampment alight, before adding a dose of lava.
It was a good day's work.
