[color:"00cccc"] Night was falling. I turned to Jurak. "They're out there... I can feel them." I whispered, "Hunting us."
"Willow do you feel anything, or sense something?"
"Malevolance, pure hate, there is something out there and its coming, all around us. It's everywhere, I can't focus my energies on one thing at a time!"
"Willow! Its ok! Don't try too hard!" I said seeing the look of pain on her face.
"Jurak, I have a plan..."
"Looks like they've started a fire. Settling down for the night." Huron said.
"They're going to sleep, perfect!" Falor growled.
"Go on in, carefully.." Huron replied.
The dark elf made his way down silently to the camp, murderous eyes gleaming. He approached the giant sleeping orc and raised a poisoned blade...
"Evening!" boomed Jurak and propelled the hapless elf into a tree with one punch.
Falor crumpled to the ground, unconcious.
"Dammit!" Huron cursed. He levelled his crossbow at the orc.
"Uh-uh!" I said stepping out of the shadows. My blade slipped effortlessly into his thigh causing him to howl in pain. A large thump on the head from the butt of my boomstick and it was all over.
I dragged the human down to the camp. "Only two of them from what I could see Jurak!"
"Good plan little friend!" Jurak said with glee. He picked up the dark elf with no effort whatsoever and dumped him next to his sleeping companion.
"Search 'em and bind 'em," I said.
"Okeydokey," said Jurak, whistling a merry tune. "Hey look, this one had a note on him with some kind of seal on it"
"Lets see." I said reading the parchment.
[color:"orange"] This is a contract for the wanted outlanders served by Vinificus the mighty.
A payment of 1000 gold pieces will be delivered upon their capture....or proof of death. [/color]
"How did they know where we were?" Asked Jurak.
"We'll find out when they awake." I said, taking a slug of the bottle I'd found on the Human. "GAH! Cheap whisky!" I said, then took another slug...[/color]
