
Elynviere I;-
EYE OF THE ORCS
INTRO--
In the birth of dawn, comes the smoke of war. Climbing over the
mountains of Elynviere. Another town has been struck in these desperate
times. This time one of the brother reblion towns. With what's left of
the army, they fled their lands. Now smoke arises from their huts. What
is to be called safe. Has security lost it's meaning. Down their a
handful of warriors still abide the tiranacial orcs. Fight them as they
please. Though more shall come if all are slain. The farmer who picks up
arms, seems to have knowledge of war, he fiercley drives his axe into
quivering corpses of the orcs. He was the gernal of Elynviere, and so
was his brother who endulges his arts in the sword. his threshold bieng
none other than fight for life. More go down as they group together in a
noisy bloody circle. The warriors fall one by one not knowing of the
huge broadly built orc warrior standing upon the hill with his bow in
hand. Like a redwing he spurrs from tree to tree, coming into contact
with coward peasants. He rids them all of their misery with one fawty
blow of his knee. All is lost as a little boy peers through the bars of
a hut. With little hope he will see his father again he struggles
against his mothers will clambaring upon the steps peering through the
bars. He cannot take anymore....
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Father!! Came it from the chained ledge beneath the table.
"Xion, you stay down their now, don't come out until all is silent and
every ork shriek is silent. That I will see to myself..."
Your going to fight them aren't you? Xion's father picks up his genral
helm as did his fathers before him. He's ancient blade of silver which
penetrates deep into the heart of orcs, easily. He falters whilst an orc
arrow clings itselft nosefirst into the door. He straps on his helm and
gips his goblin shield and charges towards 3 orcs. Knocking one off its
feet then ruthlessly stabbing the other with his silver blade. He rolls
over to see the genral himself in pieces half open flash hacked upon the
floor. Bloody was his face as he arose to see 3 badly wounded comrades
fighting for everything. Another arrows shoots off although unsually it
missed it's target and killed the orc infront of Xion's Father. He
wonders until another orc takes a shot at him although it becomes clear
as another comes driving into the orcs back. Xion's father Pedlim,
raises the orc and flings him ontop of another. He boots one ontop of a
spear ending it there. Another 2 come from both sides although Pedlim
spun round with a high and low swing of his blade taking one out and
immbolizing the other. He spins round in his green elvish cloak then
taking off the wounded orcs head. Suddenly an arrow comes crashing down
upon Pedlims arm as another into his leg. Staggering towards the archer
in the woods, He takes down 3 others orcs. With one final blow from the
fully advanced archer in the back of the neck. Pedlim had fallen in
battle.
Xion screamed loudly from his secret chamber. With one swift movment the
archer had destroyed the wooden blinds from the barred windows. Xion
jumped down crying for his father running after his mother who had fled
secretley in the passageway calling him, he ran even faster. Trying to
forget his father's stubbonrness. He races towards the end of the cave
and into a straw filled cart with two men infront and 3 archers in the
back. You see not only was Xion the son of a general, he was also the
son of a King. As they all mourned their loved ones death they sped
along the horizon, to give the news to Pedlims brother. Harronder, the
will of the elves.
He was told to actually have an army of his own. As they met each other
in sorrow, the Uncle of Xion and heir to the throne, gave Xion tests of
battle. Teaching him how to fight. Soon it was explained to him that the
loss of such a great empire was due to the fact of the orc Invasion.
Which rampaged the lands and destroyed the Dwarf clans also. Much lay to
waste, as the only large enough army to defend itself lay here in
secrecy. Any orc that comes into this land never returns to tell the
tale. He spoke of a runesword. One that could end this, one made of pure
silver and gold combained. With a platinum tip and hilt. Xion remembered
that his father had a silver one which he then later releazided had no
actual irrelivence to the conversation. As time went on, Xion's mother
passed away leaving only His uncle left. His uncle asked him to give up
the throne temporerly so he could govern the remaining Elves to join
him. Xion did so willingly knowing nothing would go wrong as long he
would be in charge. Xion soon learnt the ways of war at an early age.
With that he also made a lot of friends too. 27 years had passed and now
Xion was 40. As elves live longer than any other race, 40 was considered
a babyish age. Although his teachings proved well. Xion soon overthrough
his uncle in skills and dipolomatic engeerning. He soon learned the
tricks of the trade and grew fond of the land as did the people who
followed him. He became a Robin hood of the land. Leading his own
speacil elite army to fight the orcs which had stormed and took their
land away from them. It was time for a payback, if not for his people
then for himself as they killed his father and mother. |
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