Bloodstained Elanor RPG

[Alatariel Telemnar]

Urkrásh ran forward, out of breath, but followed just the same. He had fell behind, not being able to keep up with the pace, and found himself in the column, more nearer to the front. They charged forward, letting out cries as they climbed the hill. Urkrásh could not spot the archers in the trees, but he knew they were there. Every so often an orc nearby would drop to the ground, and as he passed, he saw arrows sticking out of a few of the limp corpses. Urkrásh got ready as a few elves approached the area where he was at. He had gotten used to using his left hand and now could wield a sword with decency.

An elf approached Urkrásh, who stuck his sword out in front of him and got ready to make a blow. The elf attempted to strike Urkrásh, but he blocked his blow and attempted to return it but failed. He was still a bit flimsy with his left hand. Urkrásh threw another blow, the elf dodged to the side. Time seemed to pass by slower, and despite multiple tries, Urkrásh never managed to get a blow. The hot sun beated down on the army, and Urkrásh could take it no longer. With one last snarl he thrust his sword into the elf, and watched with pleasure as he fell to the ground, gracefully, it seemed.

Urkrásh kicked the limp corpse, smirking to himself. He looked up and saw few elves left, most of their kind scattered across the field, along with several orcs. After a bit, he saw that all the elves had been killed or captured looked around for Thrákmazh.