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Himaran · 05-31-2004, 07:21 AM

Bali pushed on through the jungle at the head of the party, tired and weak. They had lost their provisons, their map, and their equipment. All they had left were weapons and jungle; the latter of which each would have traded for a slice of warm bread. The dwarf knew that they would soon grow hungry. He had to find food; meat, preferably. After hunger set in, muntiny would be at hand. And Bali did not want to argue with Haenir again.

The elf happened to walk up beside Bali at that time, and the dwarf talked to him in a low tone. "You are an elf, with senses keener then most. I will stop the party up ahead. Can you slip away and scout ahead a little?"

"Certainly, master dwarf." The elf seemed surprised that a dwarf even wished to talk to him, let alone ask him to perform a favor. And so he moved off into the jungle.

Walking swiftly, the dwarf did not see the sharp rock approaching. Suddenly he gasped in pain and sat heavily on the hard, dusty ground. Blood was pouring from his foot, and searing pain shot through his entire leg. Bali quickly pulled the single napkin from his pocket and rapped it around his foot. He tied it off, and it held the blood. But the pain remained.

"We must halt for a while," he announced, much to the relief of the rest of the company. And then it attacked.

A warg of some sort leap out of the underbrush. It knocked Bali over and, ignoring him, charged the rest. It had an incredibly long and sinewy tail, which it used as a weapon, cracking Kain over the head and rendering him unconcious. It bullied through everyone, not stopping untill all had tripped or fallen. Then it turned for the kill, picking Durin as its target.

Bali, being hit first, already had his wind back; and stumbled to his feet. Seeing the creature plod towards the lying form of Durin, he pulled a hatchet out of his belt and hurled it. The flying weapon hit the warg in the side, and the creature turned in anger and pain. Pulling up his axe, Bali growled. "Alright, come and finish it laddie! The warg charged him. Bali ducked to the side and hit a glancing blow on its flank, but it whirled around and charged again. Bali stepped back and tripped over a rock. As he tumbled to the ground, the elf burst into the clearing and released a taunt shaft at the warg. The arrow hit the beast in the neck; it gurgled, struggled, and died.

Standing gingerly and favoring his right foot, Bali turned to the members of his company slowly moving around. "I guess meat's back on the menu, lads!"

05-31-2004, 07:21 AM	#2
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Bali pushed on through the jungle at the head of the party, tired and weak. They had lost their provisons, their map, and their equipment. All they had left were weapons and jungle; the latter of which each would have traded for a slice of warm bread. The dwarf knew that they would soon grow hungry. He had to find food; meat, preferably. After hunger set in, muntiny would be at hand. And Bali did not want to argue with Haenir again. The elf happened to walk up beside Bali at that time, and the dwarf talked to him in a low tone. "You are an elf, with senses keener then most. I will stop the party up ahead. Can you slip away and scout ahead a little?" "Certainly, master dwarf." The elf seemed surprised that a dwarf even wished to talk to him, let alone ask him to perform a favor. And so he moved off into the jungle. Walking swiftly, the dwarf did not see the sharp rock approaching. Suddenly he gasped in pain and sat heavily on the hard, dusty ground. Blood was pouring from his foot, and searing pain shot through his entire leg. Bali quickly pulled the single napkin from his pocket and rapped it around his foot. He tied it off, and it held the blood. But the pain remained. "We must halt for a while," he announced, much to the relief of the rest of the company. And then it attacked. A warg of some sort leap out of the underbrush. It knocked Bali over and, ignoring him, charged the rest. It had an incredibly long and sinewy tail, which it used as a weapon, cracking Kain over the head and rendering him unconcious. It bullied through everyone, not stopping untill all had tripped or fallen. Then it turned for the kill, picking Durin as its target. Bali, being hit first, already had his wind back; and stumbled to his feet. Seeing the creature plod towards the lying form of Durin, he pulled a hatchet out of his belt and hurled it. The flying weapon hit the warg in the side, and the creature turned in anger and pain. Pulling up his axe, Bali growled. "Alright, come and finish it laddie! The warg charged him. Bali ducked to the side and hit a glancing blow on its flank, but it whirled around and charged again. Bali stepped back and tripped over a rock. As he tumbled to the ground, the elf burst into the clearing and released a taunt shaft at the warg. The arrow hit the beast in the neck; it gurgled, struggled, and died. Standing gingerly and favoring his right foot, Bali turned to the members of his company slowly moving around. "I guess meat's back on the menu, lads!"