Coldwind
01-10-2004, 02:50 AM
Running through the forest, I tripped on a small club, left by an orc. I got to my feet quickly, pulled out my dagger, held my shield stiff and covered as much of my poorly armoured body as possible, crouching slightly. I looked around quickly, eyes darting from corner to corner of the dark, shadowy forest up to the higher branches and down to the sun-beam littered floor, covered with small undergrowth. Feeling a little more at ease, as I saw nothing too threatening that was close enough, I began to loosen up, from my tight pose. Letting up on my hold, I came to realize the peacefulness of this place I had hidden in over the years.
After leaving my castel, and voyaging so far for the kingdom I felt so much loyalty to, I crossed the enemy lines, across the Great Plains of Equiar, and into the Shadow Forrest. The land was scattered with small towns built by orcs, and a great place to seek information on the incoming attacks, which every bit of I sent a falcon back to the kingdom about. I sought valuable information, and using a disguise spell a master illusionist taught me back in the kingdom, I was able to venture into the towns for short amounts of time, making up fake messages to send to the king, and finding any information I could on the subject. A few times I was nearly caught rummaging through the messy desks of dark kings, saved only by a teleportation scroll out into the forest. I made sure to be as careful as possible, but every moment I spent in that forest was a moment of impending doom. All dark races I ran into while sneaking about the town looked me over avidly at least once or twice, suggesting I look extremely suspicious, for my race was known to be half-blood. I dare not enter taverns, for that would be sure suicide.
Today I was not under disguise, and if I were to be seen by an guard or soldier before I was able to cast my charm, I would be in for it. Even a craftsman was a great threat, seeing as they always had direct contact with the local baron. Stepping quietly along the narrow path through the warm wood I began with more haste now, in a rush to get to my current dwelling, inside a cave I had dug by myself, in a very unnoticeable location.
After leaving my castel, and voyaging so far for the kingdom I felt so much loyalty to, I crossed the enemy lines, across the Great Plains of Equiar, and into the Shadow Forrest. The land was scattered with small towns built by orcs, and a great place to seek information on the incoming attacks, which every bit of I sent a falcon back to the kingdom about. I sought valuable information, and using a disguise spell a master illusionist taught me back in the kingdom, I was able to venture into the towns for short amounts of time, making up fake messages to send to the king, and finding any information I could on the subject. A few times I was nearly caught rummaging through the messy desks of dark kings, saved only by a teleportation scroll out into the forest. I made sure to be as careful as possible, but every moment I spent in that forest was a moment of impending doom. All dark races I ran into while sneaking about the town looked me over avidly at least once or twice, suggesting I look extremely suspicious, for my race was known to be half-blood. I dare not enter taverns, for that would be sure suicide.
Today I was not under disguise, and if I were to be seen by an guard or soldier before I was able to cast my charm, I would be in for it. Even a craftsman was a great threat, seeing as they always had direct contact with the local baron. Stepping quietly along the narrow path through the warm wood I began with more haste now, in a rush to get to my current dwelling, inside a cave I had dug by myself, in a very unnoticeable location.