Herew
A wise warrior is strong.
This is what I have so far, enjoy and critique!
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Nyer...Nyer, get down,” the whispered command echoed through the expansive western hall. Darkness engulfed the eighth team, the only light coming from Ikinarn torches left behind by the dwarfs, which burned blue for eternity.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Once he was sure Nyer was well hidden by the darkness, Asrac, the eighth team commander knelt behind a fallen column to look at his personal map of the western hall. His team was appointed to scout the western hall and evaluate if any danger existed in the west. They would scout as far as the Ath atrium, once a stronghold for the men, now a ruined camp.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The small sound of a shifting rock brought Asrac's attention back to the western hall. He quickly made eye contact with the four members of his team, all who were looking at him. Another shifting noise was heard followed by what sounded like the rasp of steel on steel. The goblins were close.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac drew a pale, iridescent green stone from a pouch at his belt and mumbled a few words over it. The stone turned red. The stone's twin, back in the Great Hall, would turn red as well and alert the forces that defended the hall to what danger was coming.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Slowly drawing his sword at his back so as not to make a sound, Asrac moved into a squatting position near the edge of his cover and signaled his team to be ready. He knew that the goblins would sent a scouting party before the main troops advanced. If his team could silently kill the opposing scouts and retreat to the Great Hall, they may have time to form an ambush.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The fist goblin scout came into the blue torch light, his green skin and yellow eyes stirred Asrac's heart to hatred. Goblin scout parties always traveled in groups of eight. Three more goblins stepped into the light. Wulf, a brutish man with red hair and a mighty battle axe signaled that he saw two more. Nyer, the only female in the team and an archer signed that she knew where the last two were.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac nodded then waited for the first four goblins pass his position. As soon as they were clear of him, he sprang up behind the last goblin- slitting its throat. He spun around and decapitated another one while following through and stabbing the third in the chest.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The lead goblin spun around and received a double sword thrust from Tsial and Kial, the blades of Jaron and Felon. They were brothers and the youngest members of Asrac's team. Wulf and Nyer joined the group and reported their successes.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Good work, eighth team, “ congratulated Asrac, “Now let's get back to camp and warn our forces.” [/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Nyer...Nyer, get down,” the whispered command echoed through the expansive western hall. Darkness engulfed the eighth team, the only light coming from Ikinarn torches left behind by the dwarfs, which burned blue for eternity.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Once he was sure Nyer was well hidden by the darkness, Asrac, the eighth team commander knelt behind a fallen column to look at his personal map of the western hall. His team was appointed to scout the western hall and evaluate if any danger existed in the west. They would scout as far as the Ath atrium, once a stronghold for the men, now a ruined camp.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The small sound of a shifting rock brought Asrac's attention back to the western hall. He quickly made eye contact with the four members of his team, all who were looking at him. Another shifting noise was heard followed by what sounded like the rasp of steel on steel. The goblins were close.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac drew a pale, iridescent green stone from a pouch at his belt and mumbled a few words over it. The stone turned red. The stone's twin, back in the Great Hall, would turn red as well and alert the forces that defended the hall to what danger was coming.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Slowly drawing his sword at his back so as not to make a sound, Asrac moved into a squatting position near the edge of his cover and signaled his team to be ready. He knew that the goblins would sent a scouting party before the main troops advanced. If his team could silently kill the opposing scouts and retreat to the Great Hall, they may have time to form an ambush.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The fist goblin scout came into the blue torch light, his green skin and yellow eyes stirred Asrac's heart to hatred. Goblin scout parties always traveled in groups of eight. Three more goblins stepped into the light. Wulf, a brutish man with red hair and a mighty battle axe signaled that he saw two more. Nyer, the only female in the team and an archer signed that she knew where the last two were.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Asrac nodded then waited for the first four goblins pass his position. As soon as they were clear of him, he sprang up behind the last goblin- slitting its throat. He spun around and decapitated another one while following through and stabbing the third in the chest.[/FONT]
[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]The lead goblin spun around and received a double sword thrust from Tsial and Kial, the blades of Jaron and Felon. They were brothers and the youngest members of Asrac's team. Wulf and Nyer joined the group and reported their successes.[/FONT]
“[FONT=Comic Sans MS, cursive]Good work, eighth team, “ congratulated Asrac, “Now let's get back to camp and warn our forces.” [/FONT]