Wrong Turn.
Posted: Sat Jan 11, 2014 11:47 pm
Upon another long day concluding, the elf known as Isiolia Vanaer would lose yet another fight, except this time to kin in the village of En Dharasha Evrae. As Mendel allows her out of the gate, she breaks off into a run, immediately staring at the Pillar in the distance yet remembering her promise not to leave the forest without escort. She would break off into the Misty Forest, finding the natural path and sprinting along it, her Mithral Breast Plate seeming light as a feather as adrenaline as well as madness drives her on. Tears would stain her Emerald eyes, rolling freely down her cheeks as she would run through the forest, never feeling so free as she completely lets herself go with abandon, dropping her guard and allowing herself to be wreckless.
As she runs, she would think of the actions of her past. Memories cascade through the woman of her sister Deleniel and Amywien in the High Forest, as she would always defy her older sisters. Yet her rash decisions had forced them to move to Baldur's Gate. She would continue to run, the next memory coming to her of the trauma suffered at the hands of Radoseth, as the drow would of struck her down. The boots of the elf who saved her etched forever in her memories as her life was saved that day. Yet still the fights with the Shield Surge through her memories as well as the constant fighting and drug use. As the womans crying increases she comes across the stone bridge in the Misty Forest, moving across it with her head down, tears finally fully soaked into her. The last memory would be her fight with Nai, and thinking to herself why couldn't she just give in and apologize, even if she didn't mean it? She had let her pride get in the way yet again, and stubbornness. She would silently scold herself for her stupid decisions, deciding to never allow it to happen again.
Suddenly as she looks up, she would realize she walked right up on two Sharp-tooth orcs, and rips her scimitars out. The woman would charge to meet the two, both of her viciously curved scimitars dancing on their own, the ambidextrous woman wading with abandon into the battle with the orcs. She would notice quickly one is wielding a spear, and the other a great-axe, not being able to help but smirk at the orcs as she steps close to them. Her striking Emerald eyes looks deep into both of theirs, seeing only their mad red eyes glaring at her with hatred for the "Knife-Ear". Despite it all, she charges forward to meet them, the first orc raising his weapon above his head- which she quickly would deflect to the side with her left hand scimitar at the same time stepping to his left, to place him between her and the other orc. She lashes out with her right hand scimitar, striking with her strength into the orcs hide yet not going deep as the womans scimitar would be mundane. She would prepare to kill the orc, as a sharp pain pierces into her left leg, causing it to buckle under her.
As she turns her head, her black hair waving in the wind, she would realize her mistake too late as she let grief take over, she had ran right into a larger group of orcs than she thought. She would see three more behind her, armed with two crude spears and one with a club, she would start spinning on the ground using her good leg, repeatedly twirling and fending off all the attacks as the five orcs encircle her. She would give no ground, maintaining herself for as long as she could until finally fatigue would overwhelm the adrenaline. As the fatigue first hits her, she attempts to drop one hand to take a deep breath, her arms hurting from holding up the scimitars for so long. As she does, the orcs would come in as one, organized more so than most she is used to fighting, and in a desperate panick she sweeps her scimitars fending off 3 of the spears, yet the club would strike her in the side of her head, and the axe hits her armor forcing herself to the ground.
As the elf momentarily blacks out, she comes too with the orcs piled ontop of her, holding her down. She would feel the hand of an orc close on her hair, pushing her face into the ground. She would cease any resistance, sharp pains holding her legs as the overpowering creatures would pin her down. She would get flipped onto her back as each of her limbs is held down. The remaining orc would kneel ontop of her breast plate, staring down at her with hateful eyes as she stares it in the eye, tears still rolling from them. The orc would strike her multiple times in the face, blood flying from the woman from each blow the orc lands on her. Finally she would feel the creature clamp its hand down on her throat, denying her breath for periods of 30-45 seconds at a time, allowing her to breath for a short time in between. The beast would grab her by her hair yet again, ripping some of it out and causing her scalp to bleed as she screams, her scream bringing a smile to its face as it grabs her by the neck again, raising her head up. As it does, her eyes would go wide as it brings its face close, dangerous tusk coming close as she can't help but note its foul smelling breath as it opens its mouth wide. She would laugh, and say out loud "Sorry Elders.... I can't hold the oath." The woman would rip one hand free, quick enough to get to a pouch, and grab a handful of milky red leaves, shoving them into her mouth. The creatures would enrage from the action, as she laughs in defiance and denial of what is happening, the drug sending its numbing high through her body.
As the creature comes down, it would bite her by her head, yet she wouldn't feel it as it releases, she looks right at it again, still smiling from the drug. The orc would raise both hands, bringing them crashing down upon her head. Her vision would fade to black, as a sense of euphoria would wash over her body. She would easily slip into unconsciousness, as her pain would end.
As she runs, she would think of the actions of her past. Memories cascade through the woman of her sister Deleniel and Amywien in the High Forest, as she would always defy her older sisters. Yet her rash decisions had forced them to move to Baldur's Gate. She would continue to run, the next memory coming to her of the trauma suffered at the hands of Radoseth, as the drow would of struck her down. The boots of the elf who saved her etched forever in her memories as her life was saved that day. Yet still the fights with the Shield Surge through her memories as well as the constant fighting and drug use. As the womans crying increases she comes across the stone bridge in the Misty Forest, moving across it with her head down, tears finally fully soaked into her. The last memory would be her fight with Nai, and thinking to herself why couldn't she just give in and apologize, even if she didn't mean it? She had let her pride get in the way yet again, and stubbornness. She would silently scold herself for her stupid decisions, deciding to never allow it to happen again.
Suddenly as she looks up, she would realize she walked right up on two Sharp-tooth orcs, and rips her scimitars out. The woman would charge to meet the two, both of her viciously curved scimitars dancing on their own, the ambidextrous woman wading with abandon into the battle with the orcs. She would notice quickly one is wielding a spear, and the other a great-axe, not being able to help but smirk at the orcs as she steps close to them. Her striking Emerald eyes looks deep into both of theirs, seeing only their mad red eyes glaring at her with hatred for the "Knife-Ear". Despite it all, she charges forward to meet them, the first orc raising his weapon above his head- which she quickly would deflect to the side with her left hand scimitar at the same time stepping to his left, to place him between her and the other orc. She lashes out with her right hand scimitar, striking with her strength into the orcs hide yet not going deep as the womans scimitar would be mundane. She would prepare to kill the orc, as a sharp pain pierces into her left leg, causing it to buckle under her.
As she turns her head, her black hair waving in the wind, she would realize her mistake too late as she let grief take over, she had ran right into a larger group of orcs than she thought. She would see three more behind her, armed with two crude spears and one with a club, she would start spinning on the ground using her good leg, repeatedly twirling and fending off all the attacks as the five orcs encircle her. She would give no ground, maintaining herself for as long as she could until finally fatigue would overwhelm the adrenaline. As the fatigue first hits her, she attempts to drop one hand to take a deep breath, her arms hurting from holding up the scimitars for so long. As she does, the orcs would come in as one, organized more so than most she is used to fighting, and in a desperate panick she sweeps her scimitars fending off 3 of the spears, yet the club would strike her in the side of her head, and the axe hits her armor forcing herself to the ground.
As the elf momentarily blacks out, she comes too with the orcs piled ontop of her, holding her down. She would feel the hand of an orc close on her hair, pushing her face into the ground. She would cease any resistance, sharp pains holding her legs as the overpowering creatures would pin her down. She would get flipped onto her back as each of her limbs is held down. The remaining orc would kneel ontop of her breast plate, staring down at her with hateful eyes as she stares it in the eye, tears still rolling from them. The orc would strike her multiple times in the face, blood flying from the woman from each blow the orc lands on her. Finally she would feel the creature clamp its hand down on her throat, denying her breath for periods of 30-45 seconds at a time, allowing her to breath for a short time in between. The beast would grab her by her hair yet again, ripping some of it out and causing her scalp to bleed as she screams, her scream bringing a smile to its face as it grabs her by the neck again, raising her head up. As it does, her eyes would go wide as it brings its face close, dangerous tusk coming close as she can't help but note its foul smelling breath as it opens its mouth wide. She would laugh, and say out loud "Sorry Elders.... I can't hold the oath." The woman would rip one hand free, quick enough to get to a pouch, and grab a handful of milky red leaves, shoving them into her mouth. The creatures would enrage from the action, as she laughs in defiance and denial of what is happening, the drug sending its numbing high through her body.
As the creature comes down, it would bite her by her head, yet she wouldn't feel it as it releases, she looks right at it again, still smiling from the drug. The orc would raise both hands, bringing them crashing down upon her head. Her vision would fade to black, as a sense of euphoria would wash over her body. She would easily slip into unconsciousness, as her pain would end.