Red and Vengeance (Private)
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				Title: <strong>Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 03:59:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i907.photobucket.com/albums/ac279/tthjames/forestedited.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong> <span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size">Story One: Of Beauties and Beasties</span></strong></div><br><br>It was devastating. The war, if that's what one could call it, had left nothing but chaos in it's wake. The one's responsible for such devastation had long since left. The King of the west had financed a campaign against the Orc King so great that it had left his country men with little than the clothes on their backs. Battles would rage on for days without ending and when they did the Orcs would be the victor. Their strength was twice as much as the humans. Some say they sought aid from the darker woodland creatures to help support their efforts. Meanwhile the army of man began to decrease in strength. The White elfs of the north turned their heads from the battle of men. Men were greedy and hungry creatures and the White Elfs knew they would fall. With no help to aid the human army the Orcs and their allies swept over our societies like a black plague and consumed everything. The time of man was now over.<br><br>I, like so many others were one of many victims that fell to the strength of the Orc King. Like a dark storm they came in the middle of the night and burned everything. Killing the men, the sick and the old. The trolls would make away with children and women that would later be sold into. Anything they didn't keep or take they would destroy or kill. I watched in horror as my neighbors were being split apart from their loved ones, while the dead and dying were feasted upon. When they came into our home my father tried to fight them off but he fell before their swords. I remember my mother screaming before she was taken. My younger sibling had been snatched up and my baby sister had been taken out of my arms. All that was left was me and I remember it like a scar that had been burned in the back of mind. I remember hey weight of him, larger than the others for he was an Orc. I was taken outside and stripped of my clothing. He came up and struck me down onto the ground. I remember the taste of blood and dirt in my mouth. However nothing prepared me for what came next. It was indescribable the pain, surely I would die. I only remember trying to block out the images and the feeling of disgust the washed over me. How hot and sweaty his body was against mine the stench of him was terrible. Bland my mind became until he left me me there, bleeding and shaking and soon my eyes began to closed and I wished for a sweet angel of mercy to silently and surely deliver me.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:26:47</strong>
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				War, war never changes* it spreads like a disease across the land. It changes good honest men, into cold blooded killers.&nbsp; Many are poor farmers forced into wielding weaponry,all because a king commands it. It is a sad state, although I can not relate; I am a man of two worlds. My father was an elf and my mother was a human, I chuckle at the thought, an elf with a human. Many believe me to be a miracle, others believe me to be a freak of nature. I am both but neither at the same time. The skills and abilities of an elf, but the appearance of a human. Although I do not posses eternal life I do have a longer life span than an average human. I have so far been able to stay out of this war and remain in a neutral state here among the elven people, but to them I am an outcast. One not fit to be among them, so I remain here among the outer areas of elven cities and close to a small human village that I pass through from time to time when I go out in search of supplies or repair.<br><br>Today was one of those days, I had packed all of my gear and headed out. My longbow and quiver of arrows slung across my back, my two swords at my sides and a dagger in my sleeve and a hidden blade, I don't know but for some reason I had a bad feeling about this. So I had put on a light set of armor, Draconic Helmshcmeid greaves, gauntlets, spaulders, and a small chest plate. The armor shone in the sunlight and the intricate patterns on the armor stood out. He put on a cloak and hood that hid his face and his silver hair. A clear marking of my elven lineage. I set out on my task and arrived at the village to see a horrifying sight. The results of the King and his war, Orcs attacking the village. From where I stood I could see the slaughter of countless innocence and their loved ones trying to fend them off; they stood no chance and were cut down. I quickly and silently moved down the hill to get a better look, the whole village was all but gone. The main bulk of them were in the middle of the village watching as the leader of this band was rapping a woman. The others watched hungrily as they hopped they would have there go at her once he was finished, some looked at each other thinking that if they got her as a group it would be much more fun. I took my longbow off of my back and strung an arrow, I raised it to my eye and took aim. I took deep, slow breaths as I took my aim, steadily I lined up the shot. I let go and the arrow whizzed by the leader and struck one of the men in front of him right where the bridge of his nose met his eyes. He dropped instantly and he stopped with the rape and looked up at me. I strung another arrow, "Put the girl down or this next one will bear your death!!"<br><br>*Sorry for the cliche
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 05:57:49</strong>
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				I couldn't exactly remember what happened between blinks of my eyes. One moment I was surrounded by them, broken, laying in my own trench of defeat. However there was voice that I should not of heard. Perhaps it was just me fading away into nothingness. So much pain racked my body it hurt to breathe. The troll I caught in my line of vision had his attention snapped elsewhere. The sound of an arrow whizzing by alerted my ears to attention, but I couldn't move my neck at all. The trolls began to scatter off and away and the body of the leader fell oddly to the ground in a strange position. I slowly rolled over onto my stomach, minding the pain I felt as every muscle in my body quaked with uneasiness. It took great effort on my port just to move my muscles, digging my nails into the earth as I pulled my mass along the blood soaked ground. My eyes stung with tears as I looked back over my shoulder, mind the pain, at the slain body of the monster that assaulted me. In his chest an arrow laid implanted. I couldn't see far enough to locate the owner, but I had to get away, hide if I must. I cried with every pull of my body for it was agonizing. I began to wish that the bastard had just killed me. Why humiliate me and leave me to rot with spoiling images of the last memory of my life. I couldn't hold myself up anymore. I was sick and I was tired. The pain began to numb within moments so I just closed my eyes and wished for death. It's strange how one moment you could be so happy and then the next very tragic. Rolling over to my back, eyes squint I realized I wasn't alone at all. He came from the woods and appeared to be human. What difference did it make though if he was hear to rescue me or not. I was sure it was to late and besides I wanted no memory of this. A single tear trickled down my eye as I closed it. I could hear retreating footsteps that belonged to the trolls and Orcs. I knew now that they had been scared off, but just one came to my aid so why flee? Who was he...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 06:28:49</strong>
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				My arrow was still pulled tightly back, the leader of them smiled and was about to continue assaulting her, but I let the arrow fly and hit him square in the heart. He fell in an awkward position next to the girl. Many of them scattered back to where they came from, but few charged at me to try and avenge their fallen leader. I quickly disposed of them with my dagger and hidden blade. The rest were gone and the girl lay there limp, using every amount of strength she had left to turn herself over on her back. I came closer and saw that she had a tear in her eye, I could understand why. She had now lost everything, the group probably made off with whatever female family members or young siblings she had. Her father probably dead like the rest of them. I walked towards her and looked at her feeling pity. He took a deep breath and took his cloak off and bent down and propped her upright. He then proceeded to put it around her, "There there, your going to be fine." He left and went to search for some medicine that was left around. He searched through the other huts and houses and found somethings to use. He knew what each of them were and their effects. He combined a few together and went back to her, "Here take this. It will give you your strength back."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 07:06:15</strong>
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				I didn't know who he was or cared. He was here now and the threat was gone. He came to me and held me up to an angle. Wrapping his cloak about my delicate frame I looked at him completely lost.&nbsp; Half of me just wished he would of left me here to die while the other half was to grateful he came. Clutching the fabric to my bosom I inhaled sharply coughing up spit and the taste of dirt in my mouth. He left my side and I began to wonder if he was abandoning me. He said I would be fine, but I didn't feel like to fine. The look in his eyes was that of pity. Pity for me and what had been done. I looked away completely hurt that he would look at me in such a way. I must of looked terrible to him. I felt terrible and weary. Returning to my side he held something in his hand. it smelled of herb and spices. The tonic I assumed was to make me feel better. He said it would give my strength back so I reached for it and tool it slowly from him. My lips hitting the rim of the cup as I began to drink in the liquid. Choking up slightly I took my time drinking the tonic and I had not realized how thirsty I was until it was all gone. Squinting my eyes in distaste of minty herb I looked up at him. "That was bitter, but thank you." I was a bit surprised at my voice. It sounded ragged like I had been screaming for days and for nights. Flashing back to the horrible scene that took place only moments ago my eyes flashed in anger. He was right about my strength, I felt my limbs relax and my strength did slowly return. "Who are you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jmorty33</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 22:35:43</strong>
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				He laughed a little, "Who am I?... That is a good question. I am many things, humans call me an outsider, wanderer, Ranger, and other things of the sort. The elves call me Blodgharm, Shuturgal, or Zar'roc. Which in their language means Half-blood, filthy, and outcast. But you may call me the name my parents gave me, it's Oromis. I am a Ranger to your people, an Assassin to the elves, I pass by here from time to time, showing patronage to the local shops for supplies, on my travels. I was coming t get more and I saw what was happening so I came to help, only to arrive to late from what I saw. And low and behold I found you in a... predicament and I couldn't let a woman like you suffer through that." The story that I told was quite awkward, jumping back and forth between different things that might not have made sense to her. Come to think of it, I don't really think I answered her question very well. I went back and scrounged around for more supplies that I needed and decided to go look at the black smiths shop. The walls inside of the shop were coated with blood and corpses were pilled into the corner. I did not look at them, I was here for one thing, weapons for the girl. I did not know whether or not she was trained in weapon use, but hell she's alone now and she needs something to defend her self.<br><br>I looked at the walls at the back of the shop and the shelves as well for useful items. I pulled a few swords off of the wall and examined them, nto the best I've ever seen, but it was good enough for what a human can do. The two that I had were elven made, a much different way they were made, made them stronger and lighter than a human sword. Even though they were not very good swords I was able to find a good one, the pommel and blade well balanced, the blade not to long but not too short. All in all it was a good sword, so there was one thing down on to another. I grabbed a good dagger and a few throwing knives, now weapons were covered, unless she would like a bow, if so I could make her one with no trouble. Now I went to the back of the shop and went looking for armor. I found some good basic iron grieves, gauntlets and spaulders. I grabbed a pack that was in the shop and put everything inside leaving the sword out. I brought it back to her and put it next to her, "Hear. Somethings to get you along the way. I don't know if you have any clothes left, but I'm sure you could find some." He stood there waiting to hear what she would do next.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Red and Vengeance (Private)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LadyDiscord</strong> on <strong>17-12-2010, 23:26:55</strong>
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				He spoke many words. Many that meant nothing to me. I pushed myself up to get a clear view of the damage around me. Anger was not they word I would use to describe what I felt. I wasn't sure what word would be used to express my emotions, but I was beyond anger, and resentment. I felt filthy and scared. The Ranger as I dubbed was kind enough to help me. Hopefully one day beyond all this I could pay him back. As he left I began to rise slowly to my feet. I stumbled and staggered to the well that settled just a few feet ahead. "My name is Iris"I retorted back before splashing my face with cool spring water. Hissing at the sting I felt in my lower jaw where the brute had hit me. cleaning my mouth and then my face as I pretended to wash away trashed of the monster from my body. Stripping my clothes off just as he approached. "Clothes?" I said looking up at him. "Yes I will need some." Returning back to washing my bruised body, feeling for broken bones and torn ligaments just in case.&nbsp; I had forgotten he was there for a moment and nestled myself on the side of the well. I needed something to lean against since I was very tired and hungry. <br><br>I felt myself drifting off until the sound of metal against metal alerted me that he was still there. "Did you say get me along the way...your leaving?" I didn't want to sound like a hurt pup, but where could I go? I had no family and no home now. I had no way to defend myself. "I can't use weapons. I don't even know how to fight" I protested. Suddenly I realized I was afraid to be left alone. What if those trolls were to find me again? "I can't go anywhere alone. I've never seen the outside of this village and I'm to tired for travel."My arms fell across my chest, should to should as I hugged myself. Was I shaking?? Oh how pathetic I must of looked to him. A ranger with a side of elf in him. The Elves!" Take me to the elf city..could you do that please?" I asked him. Hoping he would comply.
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