Aranel Oronrį
Aug 4th, 2003, 12:45:54 PM
The day was warm. The sun shined plentiful on Aranel's balcony and along with the cool breeze the late afternoon was very pleasant, in fact so pleasant he laid back on the deck chair to catch the last few hours of sun before the evening gloom set in. He had already eaten dinner, the salad plate proved that so he had nothing more to worry till later.
Lights flickered, explosions boomed, arrows tore through flesh, ripping, blood...blood spat from mutilated corps. The clink of blades clashing spread far down the battlements along with screams of terror, shouts of mercy and wails of the last breath from a dieing man.
Aranel turned, his sword already drawn from its sheath to meet a creature looking like a half giant stomping towards him, its axe raised high ready to bring Aranel down with one heavy swoop to his chest. Aranel however dodged the on coming attack by side stepping to his left. The axe crashed down to the stone which crunched and broke under the shear force of the half gaints powerful weapon.
Aranels sword swiped out and connected hard into the creatures chest, it struck so hard that the blade sliced through the skin like soft butter. he retracted the sword quickly, blood dripped from the wound and then suddenly the ogre fell to the ground dead his entrails slowly pouring from the gash.
Aranel looked away and closed his eyes, his stomach wretched and he was sick all over the broken stone. However big, ugly or none human a creature was it still had a life and he had just taken it. He was sick again this time he staggered and leaned over the battlements to pour his inards from his mouth down over onto the lower stone.
The rain started to pour washing away the blood but not the memory with it. The rain mixed with blood, voice with screams and bile with war it was horrible to listen to...hard to take in. Suddenly from his left another ogre appeared this time carrying a bow, etched roughly from wood, an arrow was taken from the quiver, the string drawn back and then it flew through the air with a whistle. THUNK. It hit Aranel in the upper arm, he fell into the soggy wet..and then blackness....'
Aranel slowly opened his eyes and sat upright, helaid his head into his hands, it was dark now clearly early evening. For a moment he was going to weep but his heart took over. The creaters were there to kill him...he had defended himself and so it was just. But still so a tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek to drip from his chin...
' May the god forgive me...' He said softly before getting up and walking wearily into the kitchen. Suddenly a knock at the door wrang. Aranel wiped his face and moved towards the door to open it, a half smile on his face.
Lights flickered, explosions boomed, arrows tore through flesh, ripping, blood...blood spat from mutilated corps. The clink of blades clashing spread far down the battlements along with screams of terror, shouts of mercy and wails of the last breath from a dieing man.
Aranel turned, his sword already drawn from its sheath to meet a creature looking like a half giant stomping towards him, its axe raised high ready to bring Aranel down with one heavy swoop to his chest. Aranel however dodged the on coming attack by side stepping to his left. The axe crashed down to the stone which crunched and broke under the shear force of the half gaints powerful weapon.
Aranels sword swiped out and connected hard into the creatures chest, it struck so hard that the blade sliced through the skin like soft butter. he retracted the sword quickly, blood dripped from the wound and then suddenly the ogre fell to the ground dead his entrails slowly pouring from the gash.
Aranel looked away and closed his eyes, his stomach wretched and he was sick all over the broken stone. However big, ugly or none human a creature was it still had a life and he had just taken it. He was sick again this time he staggered and leaned over the battlements to pour his inards from his mouth down over onto the lower stone.
The rain started to pour washing away the blood but not the memory with it. The rain mixed with blood, voice with screams and bile with war it was horrible to listen to...hard to take in. Suddenly from his left another ogre appeared this time carrying a bow, etched roughly from wood, an arrow was taken from the quiver, the string drawn back and then it flew through the air with a whistle. THUNK. It hit Aranel in the upper arm, he fell into the soggy wet..and then blackness....'
Aranel slowly opened his eyes and sat upright, helaid his head into his hands, it was dark now clearly early evening. For a moment he was going to weep but his heart took over. The creaters were there to kill him...he had defended himself and so it was just. But still so a tear fell from his eye and rolled down his cheek to drip from his chin...
' May the god forgive me...' He said softly before getting up and walking wearily into the kitchen. Suddenly a knock at the door wrang. Aranel wiped his face and moved towards the door to open it, a half smile on his face.