Post by glorfindel on Nov 30, 2014 11:43:26 GMT -8
It was a dark night. Several silhouettes stood at the big piece of granite, waiting. The full moon shined upon them, their armour reflecting the pale light. This was an important night, if the job goes well, they might walk away with a lot of gold in their pockets.
Suddenly, the area was covered with thick fog. When everything cleared away before the men rose a big, majestic forest. A tall figure appeared out of the trees. "There! It is done!"
Glorfindel wobbled from the feast. He was drunk. Very drunk. He swayed from oak to oak muttering something in elvish. His face was reddened with wine. He tripped and tripped along the way.
Out of the shadow of the trees emerged a figure in armour bearing a short sword and a round shield. It advanced at the elf cautiously. Glorfindel had enough sense to whip out his sword and slash at the attacker who collapsed onto a tree. The second opponent was stabbed in the guts. As Glorfindel prepared to take down another foe he felt sharp pain in the back of the head and everything went black. Had his senses not been blocked out by wine he would have heard an enemy go around to attack him from behind.
Suddenly a guard jumped out from the bushed. He rushed out towards the attackers and hewn one's helmet in half with his axe. A man in a red cape swiftly knocked him out. The men retreated out of the forest, bearing Glorfindel with them.