*Thunnr stopped dead in his tracks and listened to the clash of metal on metal coming from the direction of the orc trail*

*Thunner silently sprinted through the trees stopping just before a small clearing where several dead orcs lay and a man weilding a glowing sword stood*

*Thunnr withdrew his dagger from his belt placing it in between his teeth he leapt up into the branches of the nearest tree and watched the man carefully from his perch*

(Based on computer game of same name)
Rules

1. No Godmodding.. Please

2. Your character should be some mythical form of tolkien like creature to create the atmosphere, or a human.

3. See rule 1


Juaka looked at the blade he just slaughtered some Orcs with, he was one of the Lizardman tribe, and his quickness had led to victory over the brutish Orcish horde that just ambushed him. Orcs were wild now a days ever since the army of the Keepers took the Valley of Wonders, expelling all "Evil" races from their homes. Juaka didn't know what defined "Evil" in those snotty Keeper eyes, but he didn't care, he was trying to get home to Lizardman Country, not touched by the Keepers. There also was something about the blade he weilded, he had found it on the ground in the Dwarven Safelands, but it was emitting a strange green aura.. He knew he had to get home soon...

((OOS: What's the computer game exactly? ^^;;

*stickys*))

((OOS: Its a strategy game like thing, not very well known, which is why I choose it for an RPG :P))

*Thunnr is half elf, half man he is the only half man to be raised by the tree dwellers and is the only tree dweller to carry a sword as well as a bow. Thunnr was givin his name by the men of the small villiages in the surrounding area his name meaning lean and pale. Thunnr left his village in search of adventure and perhaps even find his father*

*Thunnr looked through the leaves of the trees down at the orc trails on the ground. He had heard them pass minutes before but dared not follow them untill now. When he was sure of the orcs direction Thunnr dropped from the tree and ran about 15 meters to the left of the orcs trail drawing his heavy sword as he ran*

Juaka looked up, some Halfling Eagle Riders were above and apparently scouting for something. Juaka felt this sight was familiar, his home village had been taken over by the Keepers during the Great War. Juaka sighed, he missed blackwater lake, it was so peaceful, until that idiot Meandor decided to release a horde of undead. He looked at his map

http://www.altuskv.com/~chorus/aowmap.GIF)

Must be near Arcalot, he thought, lots of Orcs hung out there. Suddenly, he heard the sounds of fighting, he drew his green aura sword and promptly slaughter more Orcs... The fools.. He sighed.. Too many orcs to slaughter, they were a dying breed after all