Kromag
12-27-2006, 04:46 AM
The pale skinned human warrior moved silently through the lush leaves and thick forests. He had wounded his prey, the cut to his tendon would slow him down. And he knew he had managed to pierce his armor just below the ribs. The warrior even saw some blood spurt out of the wound. The large two handed sword was held firmly in his plate covered hands. Pushing through the brush he came to a stop, looking on the ground he saw wolf tracks. "The foul orc must have rode off, my ambush almost had him. Oh well, I will get him later, for now i need to rest and dig out these blasted rounds he shot me with." Setting his sword on the ground he pulls out a dagger and begins to dig one of the rounds out.
A loud clicking sound echoes in the woods, looking about carefully he does not see a thing. A moment later the back of his plate helm blows out as Kromag's round enters the warriors left eye and exits the back. Dropping out of the tree he was hiding in he lands with a loud thud and falls to a knee, "Blasted human, cut me deep!" Reaching down to his wound just below the rib cage he feels it, pulling his hand back he sees his blood. But it is not quite right.....the blood is normal, but the ichor has increased in amount. Holding up his hand to his nose he breaths in the scent, his sensative nose picks up the distinct scent of death in his blood.
"Blasted alchemic fools, gah well at least I will heal quicker then normal." His curses echoed into the woods a bit, and looking around he realized he was vulnerable. Pulling out the small stone he activated the magic that would take him home....home to the Undercity. As the magic swirled and sparked about him his mind wandered to the hand fate had dealt him. His sister found, a pledge to keep, his curse, and Sanctuary and it's beliefs to maintain. Fate had indeed dealt him a curious hand, it will be interesting to see who will win.
As the magic reached the hight of it's design he lost sight of the world and blackness engulfed him. He awoke a short time later to find his wounds healed and that he was indeed in the Undercity. But he did not remember arriving here, he must have passed out before arriving. Picking himself up off the floor he gets to his feet a bit slowly. Well it is time for him to return to his duties, to watch over his sister and Sanctuary. Walking off he heads to one of his next tasks.....
A loud clicking sound echoes in the woods, looking about carefully he does not see a thing. A moment later the back of his plate helm blows out as Kromag's round enters the warriors left eye and exits the back. Dropping out of the tree he was hiding in he lands with a loud thud and falls to a knee, "Blasted human, cut me deep!" Reaching down to his wound just below the rib cage he feels it, pulling his hand back he sees his blood. But it is not quite right.....the blood is normal, but the ichor has increased in amount. Holding up his hand to his nose he breaths in the scent, his sensative nose picks up the distinct scent of death in his blood.
"Blasted alchemic fools, gah well at least I will heal quicker then normal." His curses echoed into the woods a bit, and looking around he realized he was vulnerable. Pulling out the small stone he activated the magic that would take him home....home to the Undercity. As the magic swirled and sparked about him his mind wandered to the hand fate had dealt him. His sister found, a pledge to keep, his curse, and Sanctuary and it's beliefs to maintain. Fate had indeed dealt him a curious hand, it will be interesting to see who will win.
As the magic reached the hight of it's design he lost sight of the world and blackness engulfed him. He awoke a short time later to find his wounds healed and that he was indeed in the Undercity. But he did not remember arriving here, he must have passed out before arriving. Picking himself up off the floor he gets to his feet a bit slowly. Well it is time for him to return to his duties, to watch over his sister and Sanctuary. Walking off he heads to one of his next tasks.....