Mr Incognito
Star
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Valendrin was quiet as he slinked through the woods as silently as a mouse...or perhaps a rat? A dark cloak covered his handsome features, keeping him camouflaged by the night. He was, after all, an elf. Dark skin, white hair, sharp green eyes and pointed ears...he was painted as quite an exotic figure. He was drow, a dark elf detested by the other races of the world. They would have good reason to hate Valendrin; the elf was a monster, a murderer, a thief and a brigand. He had no mercy for the weak, the elderly, or the sick, and was infamous for his love of death, looting,......and his sadistic nature toward women. He was often used as a night terror story that mothers told naughty girls. "Don't misbehave or Valendrin will eat you!" If only they knew the REAL truth!
The dark elf came upon his target; a small fishing village in a remote area. He grinned from cheek to cheek, turning the his "company" of soldiers, fellow outcast drow. There were only twelve of them, but each was a trained warrior, assassin, or magic user; Valendrin himself was trained in both sword and steel. He signaled that they should move to the attack, running quickly across the plain leading to the village. Their "greeting" when they arrived near the gates was to kill the guard without so much as a "hello".....then the fires were started. Great big fireballs leaped from the magic users' hands, flaming arrows were shot at roofs. Screaming could be heard as half the group ran about killing villagers, sparing all but the women....that was what the other half was dedicated to. They threw weighted nets on fleeing women. If they were attractive, they were spared and left alone. If not, they were impaled mercilessly. Valendrin himself reveled in the murder, hacking away at every poor sod dumb enough to run by him as he laughed.....
The dark elf came upon his target; a small fishing village in a remote area. He grinned from cheek to cheek, turning the his "company" of soldiers, fellow outcast drow. There were only twelve of them, but each was a trained warrior, assassin, or magic user; Valendrin himself was trained in both sword and steel. He signaled that they should move to the attack, running quickly across the plain leading to the village. Their "greeting" when they arrived near the gates was to kill the guard without so much as a "hello".....then the fires were started. Great big fireballs leaped from the magic users' hands, flaming arrows were shot at roofs. Screaming could be heard as half the group ran about killing villagers, sparing all but the women....that was what the other half was dedicated to. They threw weighted nets on fleeing women. If they were attractive, they were spared and left alone. If not, they were impaled mercilessly. Valendrin himself reveled in the murder, hacking away at every poor sod dumb enough to run by him as he laughed.....