Saratn
A horn blared through the dense forest. Birds were flying throughout the air, flying away from the danger that was passing throughout the forest. A man was running, carefully, trying to avoid going over the tracks of orcs* that he was chasing. By his side was his sword, and on his back was a bow and a quiver of arrows. He wore heavy chain mail, and had a green cloak. He wore heavy chain mail, and had a green cloak. He wore light footwear, making soft tracks on the ground, but the orcs, they barely left impressions, making it hard for him to follow.
He was chasing the orcs for days now, and he was growing weary. He hadn't rested for a day now. He couldn't lose their trail now, for he after being so close to them. The orcs hadn't found out that he was chasing them. It was fortunate for him indeed. He hadn't figured out where they were heading, and he quite honestly didn't know why they were so far from their home land.
The horn silenced, and drums started. The orcs had found something, and the man quickened his pace, doubling his efforts to catch up. He wasn't sure what they had found, but it wasn't good. He saw something in the clearing, but it was unclear to him. He unsheathed his sword, preparing himself for the on slaughter of orcs.
As he drew nearer, he found a small band of elves, that were fighting off the orcs. They were firing arrows at them, but the orcs had kept on coming. One particular elf had killed five of the orcs. He was excellent with his bowmens ship. He must be the leader of these elves. He soon ran out of arrows, and he unsheathed a short sword. The elves around him were being injured or killed rather quickly.
An orc came up upon him, and the man took single swipe with his sword, decapitating the orc. The elf took a quick glance at the man, and went back to killing the orcs. The man had caught something out of the corner of his eye. A heavily armored orc was coming towards them. It had drawn its orcish sword.
"Naur!" shouted the elf. "Kill him! Bring him down!" the elf quickly picked up the arrows that were in the orcs of the dead. He started shooting at the armored orc. The arrows weren't piercing its armor.
The man took out his bow and started to fire too. Little was it doing to the orc. The orc was upon the elves, and he swung his giant sword, knocking seven elves to the ground. The man gave up on the attempts of shooting it. He redrew his sword, charging at the orc. Their swords collided, both struggling to disarm the other.
He was chasing the orcs for days now, and he was growing weary. He hadn't rested for a day now. He couldn't lose their trail now, for he after being so close to them. The orcs hadn't found out that he was chasing them. It was fortunate for him indeed. He hadn't figured out where they were heading, and he quite honestly didn't know why they were so far from their home land.
The horn silenced, and drums started. The orcs had found something, and the man quickened his pace, doubling his efforts to catch up. He wasn't sure what they had found, but it wasn't good. He saw something in the clearing, but it was unclear to him. He unsheathed his sword, preparing himself for the on slaughter of orcs.
As he drew nearer, he found a small band of elves, that were fighting off the orcs. They were firing arrows at them, but the orcs had kept on coming. One particular elf had killed five of the orcs. He was excellent with his bowmens ship. He must be the leader of these elves. He soon ran out of arrows, and he unsheathed a short sword. The elves around him were being injured or killed rather quickly.
An orc came up upon him, and the man took single swipe with his sword, decapitating the orc. The elf took a quick glance at the man, and went back to killing the orcs. The man had caught something out of the corner of his eye. A heavily armored orc was coming towards them. It had drawn its orcish sword.
"Naur!" shouted the elf. "Kill him! Bring him down!" the elf quickly picked up the arrows that were in the orcs of the dead. He started shooting at the armored orc. The arrows weren't piercing its armor.
The man took out his bow and started to fire too. Little was it doing to the orc. The orc was upon the elves, and he swung his giant sword, knocking seven elves to the ground. The man gave up on the attempts of shooting it. He redrew his sword, charging at the orc. Their swords collided, both struggling to disarm the other.