The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum - View Single Post

Aylwen Dreamsong · 02-26-2003, 08:29 PM

Jerika continued to kill any Orc in her way, but to her dismay was slowly being pushed in the direction of the long river of wine and glass. Slicing the throat of an oncoming orc, Jerika realized that the prisoner was no longer in his usual corner. Great, he got away! Jerika thought, and turned to face the cave entrance. Kane was chasing after a running prisoner, and Jerika hoped he could take care of the Elf by himself.

Looking over the sea of Orc and Easterling heads, Jerika was surprised to note that Elves were also in the mix. She counted at least four Elves, but there could have been more. Why were the Elves there? They came to rescue their friend! Jerika realized. Not that they needed to come. With the fued going on between Orc and Easterling, the prisoner could have easily snuck away during the time he was there. If the Orcs and Easterlings had only been united in some way, none of the Elves would have stood a chance.

"Elves! Elves are among us! Stop fighting each other and get the Elves!" None of her kin or the Orcs acknowledged Jerika's cries, and kept fighting anything or anyone in their path. Jerika shook her head in anger and surveyed the cave. There! By the crates in the back corner, Jerika could see a tall, dark looking Elf fighting Orc after Orc after Easterling.

Jerika ran around the edge of the cave until she reached the tall tower of crates. Climbing up each crate, when she stood atop the last crate her head nearly touched the ceiling of the cave. Since she was left handed Jerika grasped her sword with her left, and her dagger was held firmly in her right.

The Elf Jerika was eying was thrashing and slicing every foe in his way, and seemed as wild and gruesome as an Easterling himself. Two beautifully crafted Elven knives were in both of his hands. He was a slender Elf, but judging by the pile of dead Orcs and Easterlings gathering at either side of him, he was still strong.

"Here goes nothing!" Jerika whispered to herself before leaping from her spot on the crates.

Keeping her dagger close to the Elf's neck, and her sword point by his stomach, Jerika thought the Elf would surrender in some way. Instead, Jerika had to hold on for her own life as the Elf began to thrash around and try and get the girl off his back.

"No, you won't get rid of me that easily!" Jerika cried. Pulling back on her dagger slightly, she made a small cut on the Elf's throat, in what Jerika would consider a warning.

[ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ]

02-26-2003, 08:29 PM	#140
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	Jerika continued to kill any Orc in her way, but to her dismay was slowly being pushed in the direction of the long river of wine and glass. Slicing the throat of an oncoming orc, Jerika realized that the prisoner was no longer in his usual corner. Great, he got away! Jerika thought, and turned to face the cave entrance. Kane was chasing after a running prisoner, and Jerika hoped he could take care of the Elf by himself. Looking over the sea of Orc and Easterling heads, Jerika was surprised to note that Elves were also in the mix. She counted at least four Elves, but there could have been more. Why were the Elves there? They came to rescue their friend! Jerika realized. Not that they needed to come. With the fued going on between Orc and Easterling, the prisoner could have easily snuck away during the time he was there. If the Orcs and Easterlings had only been united in some way, none of the Elves would have stood a chance. "Elves! Elves are among us! Stop fighting each other and get the Elves!" None of her kin or the Orcs acknowledged Jerika's cries, and kept fighting anything or anyone in their path. Jerika shook her head in anger and surveyed the cave. There! By the crates in the back corner, Jerika could see a tall, dark looking Elf fighting Orc after Orc after Easterling. Jerika ran around the edge of the cave until she reached the tall tower of crates. Climbing up each crate, when she stood atop the last crate her head nearly touched the ceiling of the cave. Since she was left handed Jerika grasped her sword with her left, and her dagger was held firmly in her right. The Elf Jerika was eying was thrashing and slicing every foe in his way, and seemed as wild and gruesome as an Easterling himself. Two beautifully crafted Elven knives were in both of his hands. He was a slender Elf, but judging by the pile of dead Orcs and Easterlings gathering at either side of him, he was still strong. "Here goes nothing!" Jerika whispered to herself before leaping from her spot on the crates. Keeping her dagger close to the Elf's neck, and her sword point by his stomach, Jerika thought the Elf would surrender in some way. Instead, Jerika had to hold on for her own life as the Elf began to thrash around and try and get the girl off his back. "No, you won't get rid of me that easily!" Jerika cried. Pulling back on her dagger slightly, she made a small cut on the Elf's throat, in what Jerika would consider a warning. [ February 27, 2003: Message edited by: Aylwen Dreamsong ] __________________ ...Come down now, they'll say. But everything looks perfect from far away - Come down now! But we'll stay.