[Novnarwen]

Erfalas, Jack's character

Erfalas ran, he didn't know exactly where, he just ran away from the others, in mere terror. As he held his sword high, he faced his first orc. He held the hilt firmly as he swung his blade in a half circle. Without really getting a hit this time, Erfalas put all his effort in the new swing. He sighed, as the sword met the orc's chest. Red blood appeared on the Elf's sword, but he hadn't time to do anything about that before he could glimpse another orc, having its' energy out on Erfalas.

The Elf heard the sound of arrows, swishing around in the fog. The Orc in front of him noticed it too, and turned around being confused it seemed, just as he was hit by one in the neck. It fell down, hitting the ground as he died. Erfalas took a deep breath.

He was caught in the middle of nowhere, fighting orcs in a foggy place. Anxiousness caught him, and held a grip about him. Erfalas had troubles breathing. Everything was just a mess; he was afraid, alone and he could barley see. He stepped away from the body, shaking. As he heard the cries from some of his companions, he made his way through the fog, of the direction he did not know.

He ran again, being sweaty and tired. As he stumbled over another body, this one being just barley alive, he fell. He dropped his sword in the fall, leaving it by the chest of the half dead orc. Everything went black, leaving no trace, of what had happened, behind.

He woke up, not long after his fall, to find himself in great pain; his leg was seriously hurt after his fall. Erfalas bit his lip as he wanted to cry out loud. But he couldn't. What if there were orcs, still around in the area? And where were the others? Had they left him? By this he got angry and sad for that matter. He rose up but lay down again, as he felt the ever growing pain in his leg. He would have to wait, wait for someone to find him, if someone would find him. Someone who wasn't his enemy.

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Erfalas heard a faint sigh from the orc, who was currently standing right behind him. He ducked as the orc grabbed Erfalas' sword and waved it, for one purpose only, to kill. At that very moment, there was a new swish in the air. The Orc fell over Erfalas, with an arrow sticking out from his back. "Hello?" Erfalas called as some figures appeared. The Elf couldn't tell who though.

[ November 05, 2003: Message edited by: Novnarwen ]