Rontamak
03-11-2004, 02:56 AM
The Sentinel
As the sturdy man on the white Steed came to a skidding halt, a shrill shriek was heard leagues behind. The man was but only Twenty years of age but even he recognized the shriek as a call of pain, daylight was hastily falling the man knew he must take action soon or his efforts would be in vein. The horse took off in a bolt of speed towards the cry it’s glistening muscles rippling with each stride, As the man and his horse got closer and closer to the dying cry the young Paladin was knocked clear off his horse with an arrow protruding from his breastplate, the well trained warrior was quick to get back to his feet and take a fighting stance, he knew if he did not act quickly his wife could be in great danger. The Paladin seen a glint of steel from the corner if his eye and was quickly to knock down the speeding arrow, he now knew where his foe lye, As the man let out a loud ear piercing whistle his horse bolted out of site and left the man to fight this battle alone and unaided. The man broke into a sprint towards a nearby tree, something was not right… and he knew it, as he stood under the cover of the towering tree he seen the sign he was looking for, another man dressed in a long blood red robe, he was standing an a large clearing of trees, he looked to be entranced, The well trained warrior crept through the willows with stealth until he was only yards from the mysterious man. He made a leap at the man but it was only an illusion, and a trap as he hit the ground a dozen or more Elven archers formed a circle around him almost in perfect unison they drew arrows from there quiver and pointed them right at the young Paladin. An older woman approached dressed in a cape with what seemed to be many sharp blades on her dark black cape, She introduced herself as
Im a newbie to writing so please give me tips
As the sturdy man on the white Steed came to a skidding halt, a shrill shriek was heard leagues behind. The man was but only Twenty years of age but even he recognized the shriek as a call of pain, daylight was hastily falling the man knew he must take action soon or his efforts would be in vein. The horse took off in a bolt of speed towards the cry it’s glistening muscles rippling with each stride, As the man and his horse got closer and closer to the dying cry the young Paladin was knocked clear off his horse with an arrow protruding from his breastplate, the well trained warrior was quick to get back to his feet and take a fighting stance, he knew if he did not act quickly his wife could be in great danger. The Paladin seen a glint of steel from the corner if his eye and was quickly to knock down the speeding arrow, he now knew where his foe lye, As the man let out a loud ear piercing whistle his horse bolted out of site and left the man to fight this battle alone and unaided. The man broke into a sprint towards a nearby tree, something was not right… and he knew it, as he stood under the cover of the towering tree he seen the sign he was looking for, another man dressed in a long blood red robe, he was standing an a large clearing of trees, he looked to be entranced, The well trained warrior crept through the willows with stealth until he was only yards from the mysterious man. He made a leap at the man but it was only an illusion, and a trap as he hit the ground a dozen or more Elven archers formed a circle around him almost in perfect unison they drew arrows from there quiver and pointed them right at the young Paladin. An older woman approached dressed in a cape with what seemed to be many sharp blades on her dark black cape, She introduced herself as
Im a newbie to writing so please give me tips