Join Date: Jul 2006
Location: hhhmmm....where do I live?...I cant remember!
Ulft winced with a grimace as he opened his eyes to the bright sun. He sat upon a thick branch, and even though the area was heavily shaded, the sun still flooded through the canopy of leaves.
Ulft shifted uncomfortably, as he tried to find a better position; rubbing his eyes, as he had just awoken from a fitful sleep upon the branch.
Ulft was helmetless, and his frill-like ear twitched as he snuffled through his unseen, nearly nonexistant nose. Across his back was his bow, and though it was less than most other bows in quality, it far surpassed the bows of his brethren. At his side was his goblin sword, made of finer metal than most.
Dangling from a thin leather thong from his waist, were two tan slipper-like shoes, his moccasins. His feet were bare, except for the leather straps that wrapped around his feet in the center, to provide minimum protection when not wearing anything else.
His spear, however, was leaning against a tree in front of him, on the ground, his helmet under it, by the roots of the tree. Near the tree stood two tall, blackish-grey figures, they were lightly armored, but full in muscle. They were Uruks, they were also, scouts, or protection, but to him they were more like handlers, or guards, but not to protect him.
One noticed his stirring, " 'Ey you! You got your nap, now get back to lookin'." Chastised the tall man-like brute. Ulft grumbled to himself, but did as he was told.
Ulft shifted around, until he faced in the opposite direction, the trunk of the tree directly in his face, but with some meneuvering and skill, he clung on to the trunk, peering around it, and what was ahead was forest. But it grew sparse the further you looked outward, until you saw a short bit of grass, then there were tumbling hills of trees, and faintly, barely within even his realm of sight and perception, he saw a small white house.
Ulft's frilled ears twitched as he perceived something the other two did not. He ducked behind the trunk once more, shifting around to face the other two.
" 'Ey, what did I just, ack!...." spluttered the Uruk, as an arrow lodged in his throut, the other pulled his cleaver-like sword from it's belt, charging forward, only to have a man in a green-clad hood appear, nearly right in front of him. The man swung his bright sword, cutting the second Uruk, but it did not die easy, it swung deftly as it died, giving a nasty gash to the man's stomach.
The Uruk fell, and died, and the man slumped to his knees, Ulft had his bow out at this point, and an arrow to it as well, but he held back from firing. A second man, with an enormous bow approached, walking up beside his comrade.
"Are you okay Ęgnor?" The man asked calmly, but concerned.
"I'll live, but it's bad, I'll get it treated later," the man replied, getting up.
"No! I will treat you now, it's too risky to have you do otherwise," the man stated sternly.
"No, it would be more dangerous to have me treated now, look," the man said, pointing to Ulft's spear and helmet. "We have one more about, at the least." The injured man approached, and knelt by Ulft's gear, the other looking around warily.
"Yes, I feel like he's around here, don't you Ę...plagh!" The man gurgled, as a black tipped, and odd barbed arrow pronounced itself from his neck. The man gurgled and gasped, his eyes wide, his head looking upward towards the sky, as he faced his companion.
The man shook lightly, then his eyes glazed over with an odd dark green mist, and he fell. The tip of the arrow dripped red, with a hint of green; the man fell, and died both from his mortal wound, and the poison that coursed through his veins, from both, at the same time.
"Gah!" The other man shouted, "foul creature!" The man turned swiftly, and ran towards his companion, to get the bow from him. But as the man reach out to take the bow from the other's hand, an arrow thudded into the back of that hand, connecting both hand and bow together. If the man was stupid enough to try and get the bow, then he too would have an arrow in his throut before he could get an arrow.
So, the man got up quickly, running off in the direction he had come, towards that house, though he probably wasn't headed there. Ulft considered shooting him in the back, as a mercy shot, considering his wound was very bad, not even the best herbs could help him, seeing as the only thing probably holding his organs in his stomach was the leather jerkin he wore.
But before Ulft could come to a final decision, the decision was made for him, because the man, even in his frantic stumbling and tripping as he ran, had gone beyond bow shot, and chasing him would be pointless, he would die of his wound no matter what, and if he happened to be lucky enough to come across anyone, they wouldn't be able to save him, and Ulft would have moved off, so they wouldn't be able to avenge the man and his companion, or so he thought.
Ulft turned, staring at the small massacre, he lept down from his vantage, scampering over to the man, he sniffed him, then retrieved his two arrows, which were still in working order. Ulft went over to the dead Uruks, and studied them, he'd have to bury them, seeing as burning them would attract unwanted attention.
And so Ulft set about doing so, burrying the two Uruks, and proping the man up against a tree where he looked like he was lazily asleep with his bow in his hands. Ulft felt he could only burry his own kind, and instead of desacrating the corpse of his foes, he layed them to rest on the ground, or against a tree, so that his foe's kind would find him and burry him properly. Though this seemed less respectful than most things, it was more respect than any other goblin would show his dead foe, as well as uruks and orcs.
Ulft had a feeling the man would be found and burried, and he was too far forward for any of the other scout groups to find the corpse. Ulft checked around, making sure he had covered all traces of himself and the uruks, and when he was done, he scurried over to his spear and helmet, grabbing his helmet, he slipped it on, then taking his spear, he headed off, still bound by the dark will to do as he was bayed, yet he now had more freedom to do as he would, than he had with his, guards around.
Ulft took one last look at the man leaning against the tree, his wounds had been cleaned, and his eyes shut, he seemed as if he were sleeping. With this last look, Ulft was off, he was going to get closer to his objective, and without the unstealthy uruks around, he could get closer to the elven dwelling place where he could scout more successfully.
But Ulft sneered angrily as he felt the dark will tugging at his mind, holding him to his purpose, he didn't like how it held him, even without it's lapdogs to restrain him from running away. He hated it, and he would get back at it...some day.
"But in you...I see the potential to see the Force die, to turn away from its will..."
"You are beautiful to me, exile. A dead spot in the Force, an emptiness in which its will might be denied."
"But no Jedi ever made the choice you did. To sever ties so completely, so utterly, that it leaves a wound in the Force..."
"I would have killed the galaxy to preserve you...You are more precious than you know..."-now...it's verbatim!-A quote from Darth Traya (Kreia)
Last edited by Master_Archon; 02-23-2007 at 06:40 PM.