Post by Archivist~Addie on Feb 25, 2006 8:40:04 GMT -5
Keeping up with the Mindsprings
Author: Vallessar
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=161026&p=1&tmp=1#post161026
Night had fallen. A small break in the breeze was all that disturbed the view in Ashenvale. He was here to obtain certain documents that were needed by his cousin. Vallessar Mindspring, the one his family turns to when they need something “taken care of”. This night, he had been asked to liberate some documents that were needed in the next Council meeting. Since his father had been removed from the high chair, Vallessar was no longer an outcast. Such was the corruption in Elyoris’ mind, but that tale is for another time. Now the hunter was a tool, a member of the clan.
The night broke as an orc made his was on wolfback, across the trail. Ale was dripping from his mouth, and the orc was rather bored. A smile of amusement parted a shadow’s mouth. As the orc trotted by, the shadow leapt from a small cliff and landed on the orc. Daggers were buried deep in the neck and shoulder muscles of the rider. The rider reached back and threw the now visible shadow to the ground some 30 yards away. Vallessar landed lightly, and rolled to a mongoose position.
Anger filled his vision, “To be harmed by such a weapon as a dagger? Bah, how like the elves to be so arrogant,” the orc thought. He reached back and unhooked his axe from the straps that kept it in place. “How fast this elf will die,” said the orc in his tongue. With a burst of speed, such only those who have fallen have seen, he dashed to the steady elf. Raising his axe high, he swung down, only to find ice encapsulating him. Frozen, the orc saw the eyes of this shadow. With a smirk, Vall leapt over the block of ice and dashed to the other side of the pass. Notching an arrow, he took aim. Poor orc, he was about to find out why “Longshot” was this hunter’s name.
<Thwupp!!!!!>
The ice dissipated from the orc. The arrow had lodged itself in the rock behind the orc. “Heh,” the orc laughed, as he turned to face the elf. He could only see a confident, arrogant in his mind, elf waiting. Perhaps he was waiting for his “Elune” to send lightning to save him. In any case, the orc saw his opening and charged to remove a foot from the height of this one.
But he never made it. His first step brought him to his knees. Then a color that had not fallen yet, had come into the vision of the orc. Red. He looked at the arrow, still reverberating in the rock, and saw what horrified him the most. The arrow had been so true, that he did not notice it till after his body had. With a thud, the orc fell, reports afterward say the arrow had not only hit the orc, but had shot clean through the thick skull of the fallen body.
Vallessar then went through the satchel that was being carried. In it he found what he was sent to find. A letter written in tauhre. It had been sealed and had been missing from the Mindspring clan for some years. On its pages were written a report from the tauren adopted by the Mindspring clan. And this poor orc had been keeping it secret for years, just because he was paid well, by Elyoris Mindspring, to keep it from anyone’s eye. Too bad the orc forgot to burn it.
Vallessar prayed for the fallen, he had been a good warrior, but tonight, the elf won. Taking to speed, Vallessar left for the enclave where his family would be waiting.
The scene now returned to its quiet self, with nothing but a breeze and a shadow passing through the night…
Author: Vallessar
Link: forums.worldofwarcraft.com/thread.aspx?fn=wow-realm-scarletcrusade&t=161026&p=1&tmp=1#post161026
Night had fallen. A small break in the breeze was all that disturbed the view in Ashenvale. He was here to obtain certain documents that were needed by his cousin. Vallessar Mindspring, the one his family turns to when they need something “taken care of”. This night, he had been asked to liberate some documents that were needed in the next Council meeting. Since his father had been removed from the high chair, Vallessar was no longer an outcast. Such was the corruption in Elyoris’ mind, but that tale is for another time. Now the hunter was a tool, a member of the clan.
The night broke as an orc made his was on wolfback, across the trail. Ale was dripping from his mouth, and the orc was rather bored. A smile of amusement parted a shadow’s mouth. As the orc trotted by, the shadow leapt from a small cliff and landed on the orc. Daggers were buried deep in the neck and shoulder muscles of the rider. The rider reached back and threw the now visible shadow to the ground some 30 yards away. Vallessar landed lightly, and rolled to a mongoose position.
Anger filled his vision, “To be harmed by such a weapon as a dagger? Bah, how like the elves to be so arrogant,” the orc thought. He reached back and unhooked his axe from the straps that kept it in place. “How fast this elf will die,” said the orc in his tongue. With a burst of speed, such only those who have fallen have seen, he dashed to the steady elf. Raising his axe high, he swung down, only to find ice encapsulating him. Frozen, the orc saw the eyes of this shadow. With a smirk, Vall leapt over the block of ice and dashed to the other side of the pass. Notching an arrow, he took aim. Poor orc, he was about to find out why “Longshot” was this hunter’s name.
<Thwupp!!!!!>
The ice dissipated from the orc. The arrow had lodged itself in the rock behind the orc. “Heh,” the orc laughed, as he turned to face the elf. He could only see a confident, arrogant in his mind, elf waiting. Perhaps he was waiting for his “Elune” to send lightning to save him. In any case, the orc saw his opening and charged to remove a foot from the height of this one.
But he never made it. His first step brought him to his knees. Then a color that had not fallen yet, had come into the vision of the orc. Red. He looked at the arrow, still reverberating in the rock, and saw what horrified him the most. The arrow had been so true, that he did not notice it till after his body had. With a thud, the orc fell, reports afterward say the arrow had not only hit the orc, but had shot clean through the thick skull of the fallen body.
Vallessar then went through the satchel that was being carried. In it he found what he was sent to find. A letter written in tauhre. It had been sealed and had been missing from the Mindspring clan for some years. On its pages were written a report from the tauren adopted by the Mindspring clan. And this poor orc had been keeping it secret for years, just because he was paid well, by Elyoris Mindspring, to keep it from anyone’s eye. Too bad the orc forgot to burn it.
Vallessar prayed for the fallen, he had been a good warrior, but tonight, the elf won. Taking to speed, Vallessar left for the enclave where his family would be waiting.
The scene now returned to its quiet self, with nothing but a breeze and a shadow passing through the night…
