(OOC: This story is based on a RP event based on /roll outcomes)
Daellas walked around the battlefield looking for his javelins. The ground was full of dead wargs and goblins, the crows were now feasting over their rotten corpses. He saw one javelin sticking out of the ground. He remembered when he threw this one.
It was against that little goblin who made a run for it. After I killed his warg on the first charge, the goblin was quick on its feet again. It was a small goblin with a pale skin and a constant grin on his filthy face. I remembered how the goblin attempted to jump at me on my horse a few times, trying to bite me. After kicking him back to the ground, I was not able to kill him. The goblin was small statured and so slippery quick, he dodged my spear attacks and made a run for it. That was when this javelin was thrown, which the goblin dodged as well. I had to let him go, when I saw Wulfreda lying there. After running at a safe distance I saw that little creep stick out his tongue, mocking me. Curse you..little rat!
Daellas picked up the javelin and walked to a piece of red earth, Wulfreda lay here after the warg threw her off. Thoughts wandered back to the battle.
I was in shock to find her lying still, you will not take her away from me now! I could barely look at her situation when that savage orc on a horse came thundering in on the group. He was heading straight towards Wulfreda. I grabbed my spear and together with Tidhelm we managed to hold his charge, but we were both kicked to the ground by its charge. Luckily my helmet took the blow, I managed to stand up again and saw the orc charging towards my brother. I was so full of rage, thinking I lost her, I jumped on Tidhelms horse with my last javelin and chased the orc.
Daellas walks to the corpse of the dead orc. The orc lay face down in the mud with a javelin still sticking out of his body. Daellas unsheathed his sword and cut off the dead orc his head. While raising his head he could see that the orc had his jaw broken. Daellas grinned remembering how it went.
After I gained speed I threw my last javelin with all the rage I had felt. The javelin pierced the orc his body and threw him off his horse. He fell not far from Ferawyn. I recall Ferawyns face full of fury, and scratches as if a goblin had put his claws in her face. The orc tried to stand up again, but Ferawyn gave a devastating kick to his face. I believe I heard bones crack.
Daellas put the orc head on a spike and recovered his last javelin out of the orcs body. He walked back to camp, where everyone was recovering. Luckily, Wulfreda was at her feet again. After all the arguements and distrust amongst eachother the last two days, we finally fought as one against a common foe. Daellas felt a glimmer of hope again. He walked back to camp where Tidhelm gave him a serious look, and offered him a piece of paper he found on the orc his body.
We are hunted......
