Ranger Triskal Keogh ...I'm watching you...
Another Orc fell to his arrow, then two more.

'Dammit', he swore in elven. There are to many of them he thought as he backed up
yet again. Two more arrows thudded into targets that were swiftly over run by the
masses behind them.

His blades hissed from their scabbards as the first of them reached his position,
quickly dispatching them to Phaedrus. An hour of fighting and finally there just
seemed to be these few.

Without warning the night seemed to get a little blacker causing the Orc's to
pause in their advance. Triskal quickly switched and sent two arrows into
two more targets, taking advantage of the distraction. It only lasted a moment
as the lead Orc swung his sabre in a vicious arc causing Triskal to trip over a
root. His sword came up to deflect what was sure to be the killing blow when
a sliver of blackness emerged from the startled Orc's chest. The Orc had enough
time to bring his hand to the sliver before it burst into black flames causing
it's chest to explode.

Triskal coughed and glanced up at the dark cloaked figure that emerged from
behind the falling corpse, 6ft of black flaming steel at his side.
He blinked then stood slowly. After a moment of disbelief he finally said,

'Master?'

Shadowlord smiled thinly from the hood of his cloak and with a nod says,

'Apprentice'.

Male wild elf fighter                         Level: 53
In real life: chfn                            Single
Birthday: Roki 12, 94 AD.
Last on: Tue Feb 14 23:03:48 2023.
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09:31, Vaigday, Sartki 15, 207 AD.

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