Jump to content

Lhindir the Second's little adventure


Eandyil

Recommended Posts

Lhindir, second of that name, woke from his bed to the sounds of battle. An army of 'Filthy Valah' had come to plunder Norseth'onn then burn it to the ground! Not on his watch. He rose from the bed, rushing to the door and battle.

 

He wasn't five steps from the door when the twelve year old saw his first filthy valah. It was so dirty it could blend in with dirt, ten feet tall with red, beady eyes, and cruel sharp teeth. "Ah," it said in it's evil voice, a voice that sounded like gravel being slowly crushed. "Lhindir II. My Filthy Valah brothers and I have come to end your existence!"

 

"I'm not afraid of you," he shouted back at the fiend, excited. "For I am Lhinder II, grandson of Lhindir I, a powerful master of blade and spell!" Thus said, he shouted his savage battle cry, "Haelun! Haelun! I'm gonna kill it!" From the wall, the almost five foot tall child pulled a small ten foot Dai'Katana, it's special blade crafted by a legendary blacksmith in the mountains. His name was Leo and, after thirty years, he finally created the fine artifact!

 

The filthy valah wasn't unarmed, however, as he dual wielded katanas of his own. "Come, Lhindir the second," it teased him, "Come to me and die!"

 

Lhindir II charged the thing, striking at it's head, then it's arm, and finally ran it through it's chest. All knew that filthy valah had no hearts, however, and it only laughed at him. "Haha!" it said, "I laugh at you and your pitiful attempts at combat! I, slayer of Tristin, Wooer of Artimec, the secret admirer of Calius, am not one to die so easily!"

 

"Is that so?" the boy asked, full of bravado. "Let's see you survive... this!" Lhin II's eyes flashed blue, because he was the good guy, and blue fire ran down the length of his sword, burning the filthy valah to ashes!

 

"Lhin," his haelun called him. "Dinner's ready!"

 

"But moooom," he called back, "I was killing filthy valahs!" Under threat of being forced to do dishes, the boy left the filthy valah alive that day and came to dinner. "Next time," he bared his defiance at the filthy valah, somehow alive again.

 

"We'll be waiting," hissed the filthy valah, waiting in the last place the child would ever look for him... under his bed!

Link to post
Share on other sites

A certain robed elf bursts into laughter.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Melia groans upon hearing the actions of her younger cousin, hand hefting upwards so few digits ran over sun-kissed temples.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"N-no..." mutters Nemir.

Link to post
Share on other sites

"No more..." An adunian mutters. "One is enough..."

Link to post
Share on other sites

A very impure high elf face palms.

Link to post
Share on other sites

Moved to the Archive. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

Link to post
Share on other sites

Archived

This topic is now archived and is closed to further replies.

  • Recently Browsing   0 members

    No registered users viewing this page.



×
×
  • Create New...