Post by Finwe Luinwe on May 9, 2005 13:31:38 GMT -5
a tall slender elf walked into a bar and started talking about his experience in a war
:flashback:
Finwe Luinwe was sitting on the groud near a fire when he heard a low whistle. it sounded like a signal. he slowly drew his londsword and grabbed a long dagger and creeped to the end of the knoll. he looked out over the feild and saw in the distance a troop of men or were the orcs, crawling throught the gras toward his campsite. he slowly walked to the trees and climbed noislessly into one. there he drew his bow and fitted a shaft to the string. then he let it loose. one of the approaching horde fell dead with the arrow in his right eye and sticking out his left ear. the troop let out a yell and ran for the hill to kill this trespasser on their property.
:flashback:
Finwe Luinwe was sitting on the groud near a fire when he heard a low whistle. it sounded like a signal. he slowly drew his londsword and grabbed a long dagger and creeped to the end of the knoll. he looked out over the feild and saw in the distance a troop of men or were the orcs, crawling throught the gras toward his campsite. he slowly walked to the trees and climbed noislessly into one. there he drew his bow and fitted a shaft to the string. then he let it loose. one of the approaching horde fell dead with the arrow in his right eye and sticking out his left ear. the troop let out a yell and ran for the hill to kill this trespasser on their property.