Post by gameboy152 on Jun 24, 2012 13:09:16 GMT -5
(( ok since the Internet I have is cellular based at the moment, I'm doing a text based stand-in. Please help by posting In Character and I'll be back soon. Peace))
It was early morning in talarra, the sun was barely over the horizon. Calm. Peaceful. Talyn sat sleeping against a tree. But there were several feathers in his chest. No, not feathers, arrows...
*GASP*
Talyn tried to breath but he felt strange. He looked down and noticed three arrows in his body: one in his chest, about where a lung is. Another in his leg, and one in his shoulder that pinned him to the tree he leaned against. He realized his lung was punctured and he needed to focus on breathing. He also noticed a wound on his left arm where he must have ripped an arrow free. There was a small bandage with a brown paste covering it. He started to look around. The road to larkwood was a mere six hundred feet from where he was, yet no one was on it. However, the tree he was pinned to was spruce. He smiled weakly. Pulling of some bark, he thought to himself "nothing like using your surroundings eh? Uncle bravok would be proud" he chewed the bark to make a paste to patch the hole in his chest. Slowly he remembered the events that had transpired. He knew he needed help, but he could only wait. After climbing out of the hole he was trapped in, he followed the stars until he fell into a cave, but it was man made. He realized it was one of Aeariel's caches, and he knew how to get out and where he was. After making his way back to the road he saw signs of game, headed towards larkwood. "Just the way I needed to go" he thought. Pulling out his bow he followed the tracks until he saw several pigs. He nocked an arrow and drew back. Then an arrow hit his left arm. He cried out in pain, as he loosed his arrow prematurely. He saw several goblins to his right. He started running and ripped the arrow out of his arm and sought shelter in a tree and applied one of several ointments he carried. After waiting most of the day there, he looked around. There were still five goblins below and three were archers. He thought to himself, take out three and run. He slowly drew his sword and one goblin's ears perked up. Only to be sliced by the cold steel of ise-seden (icy wind). Talyn quickly moved to the next one, parrying a strike and stabbing the vile creature in the heart. One archer loosed an arrow, Talyn ducked under it and twiraled around while sheathing his sword and grabbed his bow, nocking an arrow and taking aim. He fired and hit the goblin square between the eyes. An arrow hit his thigh and he muffled a yell. He ran while getting another arrow ready. He took cover behind a spruce tree and was hit with another arrow, peircing a lung. Panting heavily, he fired with shocking accuracy, nailing the archer in its left eye. Collapsing to the ground, the goblin never even screamed. Talyn turned around and slumped against the tree. He was bleeding badly, but he could make it to larkwood. "wait, I only killed four..." then another arrow burrowed clean through his shoulder and into the tree. He yelled as he nocked an arrow. He took aim and fired, hitting the creature in the chest. As the goblin fell over, Talyn felt the arrow in comparison with another, and cringed at the result. The arrow held him pinned to the tree by several inches of blackened steel, barbed for maximum pain. He quietly chuckled, the irony that he survived the fight only to die pinned to a tree. It became hard to breath, and his last thoughts hovered over his friends, family and a life that never would be.
He awoke and noticed the blood on the ground and the arrows in his body, surprised by the fact he was still alive. "given another chance at life hmm?" he thought, thanking the Light and looking for someone to help. He looked down the road and noticed someone headed his way. He couldn't tell who it was, but he had patched up his lung fairly well. "Help!" he cried weakly. "please, help" he then slipped into unconscienceness...
It was early morning in talarra, the sun was barely over the horizon. Calm. Peaceful. Talyn sat sleeping against a tree. But there were several feathers in his chest. No, not feathers, arrows...
*GASP*
Talyn tried to breath but he felt strange. He looked down and noticed three arrows in his body: one in his chest, about where a lung is. Another in his leg, and one in his shoulder that pinned him to the tree he leaned against. He realized his lung was punctured and he needed to focus on breathing. He also noticed a wound on his left arm where he must have ripped an arrow free. There was a small bandage with a brown paste covering it. He started to look around. The road to larkwood was a mere six hundred feet from where he was, yet no one was on it. However, the tree he was pinned to was spruce. He smiled weakly. Pulling of some bark, he thought to himself "nothing like using your surroundings eh? Uncle bravok would be proud" he chewed the bark to make a paste to patch the hole in his chest. Slowly he remembered the events that had transpired. He knew he needed help, but he could only wait. After climbing out of the hole he was trapped in, he followed the stars until he fell into a cave, but it was man made. He realized it was one of Aeariel's caches, and he knew how to get out and where he was. After making his way back to the road he saw signs of game, headed towards larkwood. "Just the way I needed to go" he thought. Pulling out his bow he followed the tracks until he saw several pigs. He nocked an arrow and drew back. Then an arrow hit his left arm. He cried out in pain, as he loosed his arrow prematurely. He saw several goblins to his right. He started running and ripped the arrow out of his arm and sought shelter in a tree and applied one of several ointments he carried. After waiting most of the day there, he looked around. There were still five goblins below and three were archers. He thought to himself, take out three and run. He slowly drew his sword and one goblin's ears perked up. Only to be sliced by the cold steel of ise-seden (icy wind). Talyn quickly moved to the next one, parrying a strike and stabbing the vile creature in the heart. One archer loosed an arrow, Talyn ducked under it and twiraled around while sheathing his sword and grabbed his bow, nocking an arrow and taking aim. He fired and hit the goblin square between the eyes. An arrow hit his thigh and he muffled a yell. He ran while getting another arrow ready. He took cover behind a spruce tree and was hit with another arrow, peircing a lung. Panting heavily, he fired with shocking accuracy, nailing the archer in its left eye. Collapsing to the ground, the goblin never even screamed. Talyn turned around and slumped against the tree. He was bleeding badly, but he could make it to larkwood. "wait, I only killed four..." then another arrow burrowed clean through his shoulder and into the tree. He yelled as he nocked an arrow. He took aim and fired, hitting the creature in the chest. As the goblin fell over, Talyn felt the arrow in comparison with another, and cringed at the result. The arrow held him pinned to the tree by several inches of blackened steel, barbed for maximum pain. He quietly chuckled, the irony that he survived the fight only to die pinned to a tree. It became hard to breath, and his last thoughts hovered over his friends, family and a life that never would be.
He awoke and noticed the blood on the ground and the arrows in his body, surprised by the fact he was still alive. "given another chance at life hmm?" he thought, thanking the Light and looking for someone to help. He looked down the road and noticed someone headed his way. He couldn't tell who it was, but he had patched up his lung fairly well. "Help!" he cried weakly. "please, help" he then slipped into unconscienceness...