Shrosarias's Mistake

[shrosarias]

Shrosarias stood up, obscured by the shadow of a dark granite boulder. The talents of Night Elves seem endlessly powerful for spying. He thought, watching as the towering goblin shredder patrolled the area again.

The Night Elf waited for a few moments, then began to draw his bow, decorated in gems with the sharpest razor arrows he could find. He pulled back the string until it was almost at breaking point, taking careful aim to strike the goblin’s head. They can protect their bottoms and arms with all the armor they like, if their heads are covered they will still fall from one arrow. And then he released it.
The arrow flew through the air, flying directly to the head of the goblin. Then the suit turned at the wrong time.

Ka-ching! was the sound it made as it bounced off the arm of the suit, instantly alerting the goblin to the Elf’s position. It reared its angry face, and suddenly its arm whipped out, a buzz saw flying from its hand directly towards Shrosarias’s body! It flew through the air, much like his arrow, but this one hit the correct spot, slicing through the right side of his body and sending him into unconsciousness as quickly as it had flown.

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He woke up behind iron bars, wearing only a robe and feeling an unnatural string going in and out of his skin where the blade had sliced. A few moments after waking up, he felt a searing pain coming out of it. It seemed to be fresh still, so he was only out for a few hours. After taking a few moments to get his focus back away from the pain, he had a few moments to think Where am I? before a goblin came over to his cage, with a menacing grin on his face.

(I'll continue this story as time goes on, to keep interest!)

[shrosarias]

((Continued))

“What do you think you were doing at our camp here, elf?” growled the goblin, spittle hitting Shrosarias on his last word, “And who sent you?”

“I am Shrosarias Ravenseeker, and you don’t need to know why I am here. All you need to know is that I will be let out soon, one way or another.” Shrosarias declared calmly, placing a hand on his side to stop more of the pain.
“We’ll see how long you can last on that hope, pathetic elf.” He growled once more. Suddenly Shrosarias felt the pain of a blackjack on his head, and once again descended into the darkness of unconsciousness.

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When he woke up, he tried to move but was unable to move his leg forward. He looked back and saw that he was chained to the back wall of his cell, allowing only a few feet of room. There was no goblin walking down the hall so he had a chance to look around his cell more thoroughly.

The walls were a dull gray metal, made from a different substance than the iron bars in the front of the cell. There were a few pieces of dry, stale bread and a small amount of water near enough to reach. Outside the bars he could see the camp of goblins mining ore from a mountain, most likely to create more shredders. The main building of the camp was a poorly constructed to say the least. It was wood planks ramping up to more wooden planks, getting higher and higher until a third level. Why make planks out of trees when you can make buildings in the tree itself? Wondered Shrosarias. There were no walls, so he could see on the deck there were crates of what he assumed were weapons, and more goblins nearby to protect them.

About an hour after taking in his surroundings, he decided to contact the spirit of his elders. It was an ability he had learned during his training. Elders, do you have an idea of how I can get out of here? Shrosarias asked in his mind.

You will find out when the next goblin comes. The spirit, popping luminously before his sight. Just rely on your hand to hand abilities. It disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared, and left Shrosarias to wonder what will happen when the next goblin would come.

[Firstt]

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