A Slaughter In The Night

[Heff 2460]

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                      The hooded man came late at night. His bright blue eyes the only visible feature behind his shadowy hood. He asked the frightened child, "What happened?" The child looked around, the village was a mess. Carts flipped, hovels burning, and the farms were but a mass of blood and dirt. 

"B-b-bandit raid." The hooded man nodded and walked off, following the footsteps made by the marauding bandits. 

                   

                     Later that night a lone southeron sprinted through the woods. Screams erupted from his camp. As he tripped through the forest the images flashed through his mind. An arrow had sprouted from Joe's neck as he bragged about the woman he had captured earlier that day on a raid, Joe fell dead. Then another arrow whizzed by the southeron's face and brought Ryse to his knees. In seconds the southeron had got up and sprinted, leaving the other two to die. And now he was here, sprinting blindly through a forest he had neglected to learn more of. Above him the trees shook, as if someone was jumping through them. The southeron ignored the shaking and kept sprinting when he fell face first. As he struggled to get up he was lifted into the air, caught in a trap. "Creator!" he shouted. Then a figure dropped to the ground in front of him. A pair of blue eyes behind a shadow created by a hood. Then the short figure pulled back his hood revealing one pointed ears, the other a stubble. His hair messy and unkempt, his face covered in dirt and sweat. The southeron recognized the man, from a tavern earlier that week. The elf had been quite silent until confronted by a comrade of his. The southeron's friend started a fight, which had ended in a knocked out bandit and a clapping bar. When asked his name the man simply replied, "Darkwood." Now the pair had met again, face to face, and the elf had a wide grin on his face. "Maybe ye should think about raidin' helpess villages next time aye?"  With a chuckle the elf slowly drew a jack knife and pressed it against the southeron's neck.

      "STOP!" the shout rang through the forest as two bandits charged towards the wood elf, sword and small axe raised. The elf spun around, grabbing the southeron's knife from his belt and threw it at the axe man, dropping him to his knees. The swordsman stopped a second to proccess what happened but the elf was already on him. Bringing his jack knife into the man's chest he quickly moved, ripping the bandit's sword from his hand and decapitating the attacker. Grunting he removed the knife and walked over to the axe man, who was looking down at his chest wimpering in pain. The elf simply kicked him over and he hit the rock behind him, the shock amplifying his pain and causing him to slowly die. Now the elf turned to the southeron hanging in the air and drew his recurve bow, knocking a green feathered arrow. The arrow seemed to move with impossible speeds right into the southeron's chest. As the elf walked away to a distant fire the bandit's last image would be of his dying friend.

 

Ryan Darkwood was back.

[Caln McHarnish/porkchopp2 71]

Caln cheers

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

A loud scream is heard throughout the countyside, "**** YEAH". Valon sits in his home on a wooden chair with a grin on his face.