Darkness in Elaria [ACTUAL RP]

Skjorn drew both his axes and commenced to battle with the Wargs and Orcs left in the cavern. He spun and slashed spilling blood and slaying. Havgre had four Wargs staring him in the eyes circling him, the feud of Wargs and Gunnarulfr was very old and very violent. He growled ferociously as he was encircled, suddenly he savagely came upon the Wargs, dodging their bites and pounces, his sword gracefully slid through Warg flesh as he barked and showed his teeth. Suddenly a Warg pounced on Havgre's back and pinned him to the ground tearing at his left shoulder. 
(Goodnight Proxima!) 
(Goodnight guys)
 
Eimin eyes traveled around so fast, darting from one to another while Grimm handles those from above. Her bow was pulled from her back with such grace and speed. The arrow that had seemed like it loaded itself, shot off like a bullet eager for blood. Her ears twitched as she heard the orc scream. The arrow puncturing the orcs head and sending him flying off of Havgre. Her smile was not there, just a plane expression until she heard the orc sream again. Her ears lowered as she held her bow close to her chest. A rush of sensation flew through her body as its scream echoed. She soon snapped out of it when her attention was brought to Havre. She quickly ran over and held out her hand. "Are you ok." 
(night)
 
Havgre picked himself up, his shoulder was bleeding and wounded but he was for the most part fine.


"Thank you Eimin, I am glad we brought you along!" Havgre said before returning to the fighting. Skjorn was in the thick of it, his savagery was apparent in his fighting style, crude but effective none the less. One after the other fell before him, his axes digging deep into Warg and Orc flesh. Havgre joined him and they began to almost fight as a single being, spinning around and sliding past each other. The battle was almost over.
 
She flung her bow back and wielded her two knives once more. Grim focoused on the enemy above she was more on the ground near the entrance. She can hear Coro whine out of angry, but he was to big to come down, so his help was not needed, at the moment. Grimm would look back toward her, when he heard a scream or cry. She was perfectly fine, aiming toward the wargs throat. Her blade slicing down it' side as it whimpered. She was on a roll, a kill spree that made the blood spill onto her hair. It's blond locks now dirtied giving it a tint of dark brown. Her hits and swings were good until one , caught her arm. It's fangs gripped tight on to it , making her fall to her knees. Her ears lowered as she screamed out. Unable to swing her other arm as glared at it, her eyes and his locked. If she moved even an inch the beast would have no mercy and rip her arm off. He bit down on it again, making her blood rush from the opening it created and spill down like a stream. Grimm almost felt his heart drop as he moved over there faster than anything. His form not even visible until he cawed pushing warg away from her. Her arm hung by her side as she held it with the other. "DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN, YOU SHOULD NOT BE HERE." The crow was enraged by her actions but the warg for making his move. He mad his long black feathers, circle around her like an egg. Wrapping her away, so no one could see her. His head low as he stared at the warg with angry eyes. Locked in a staring contest the warg soon gave way, due to he fear he had. The crow was in no mood to play.
 
Skjorn saw what happened with Eimin and rushed to where the Warg was backing down from Grimm, Skjorn lifted an axe and lobbed off the Wargs head. He looked to Grimm before helping Havgre finish up the last of the Wargs. They were battered, bleeding, and bruised… but alive, which was good enough for Skjorn. Skjorn went to the lifeless and headless body of Cypherion, he was a fool for seeking them out alone, but Skjorn knew the general was a brave man. He noticed an opening where the undead dragon had appeared yesterday, he handed the generals head to Havgre and picked up his body.


"Come… we must give Cypherion a proper funeral… I've heard of his exploits in the south, he deserves a Hero's farewell." Skjorn said as he made his way through the opening and up towards the camp.
 
Grimm cawed once more as he stared down at Havgre. He was furious with everyone. He looked away as his human lips tightend . His wings began to tighten as well, getting a good grasp on the fallen elf. He began to walk using his feet , climbing up from where they were and to the open. The elf whimpered slightly due to the jump Grimm made to land next to Coro. Coro dug at the ground as he bared his fangs toward Grimm. "What happened." Grimm only stared at Coro, unwilling to release Eimin from his grasp. "Where is Eimin." Coro was to point of snapping the birds neck, but Grimm only cawed back at him. Trying to find the words. "She is safe , not fine but safe."
 
"Listen, we can talk about this later." She turned to Skudi. "Now, we need to make a camp. Do you know the way to the fortress carved into the mountain? That was where Skjorn sheltered me when we met."
 
Skudi looked at her with a light smile, that made him feel a little better, he chuckled and looked to Ausinoe.


"You mean the outpost? Not much of a fortress but a decent place to rest, since we are banished we really aren't allowed to use it… but no one will be there so we should be fine to make camp there tonight… dragon rider, you may join us if you like just… follow us." Skudi offered.
 
Ausinoe was unsure of whether or not they should bring the elf along. She didn't seem to know the ways of the world very well at all: for one thing, she had brought herself and her dragon to a land teeming with orcs and zombies. For another, she saw killing as "a sport". How could someone think like that? Muruthi wondered to herself, creasing her brow under her burqa. Life is not something to be snuffed out for enjoyment... Had she no sense of ethics, of honor?
 
She nodded her head as she patted Han, "go but slowly, just keep up." Han nodded his head and lowered himself , only a little to where with one stop he could be on the ground. The female traced his scales as she waited for them. "When I mean sport...theres nothing to do in the desert...just sand."
 
Skjorn and Havgre set the body down in camp and turned to speak with Eimin.


"That was some… Havgre where is Eimin!?" Skjorn said baffled. Havgre shrugged his shoulders, then Skjorn noticed Grimm with Coro.


"Grimm, Coro, where is Eimin? Is she all right!?" Skjorn asked the creatures. 


ProximaCentauri said:
Ausinoe was unsure of whether or not they should bring the elf along. She didn't seem to know the ways of the world very well at all: for one thing, she had brought herself and her dragon to a land teeming with orcs and zombies. For another, she saw killing as "a sport". How could someone think like that? Muruthi wondered to herself, creasing her brow under her burqa. Life is not something to be snuffed out for enjoyment... Had she no sense of ethics, of honor?
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(When did the desert elf kill anybody?)
 
" I suppose it depends on entirely who you kill, and for what purpose. I take it you don't mean you seek people out to murder, am I correct?" 
(She said she thought of killing as sport, Ausinoe's just thinking 'WTH how can you say that?"
 
Grimm turned his head as he used his beak to point toward his feathers. "She is in here." He was tempted to unravel his wings to show them but he was sure Eimin didn't want to be seen. Not in the state she was in. Coro laid down his nose touching the wings as he whined. Grimm was grossed out and pushed him away. "That's gross, don't put your wet muzzle on my feathers, ill be smelling you if you keep that up. Coro looked at him weird. "But you already smell." 
"Correct it was only a couple of times. One tired to take han and the others well that story is for another day." Han looked toward the female and bowed his head. "Han likes you." Sheva smiled toward her a she patted his head several times.
 
The sheet-covered woman raised her hand to let the dragon sniff it, holding back her fear towards the magnificent yet terrifying beast. They were both of Aresh, after all.
 
Skudi led them through the day and into the Barren North forests. They reached the outpost at sunset and Skudi dismounted his horse. He walked to the entrance of the cave that the outpost was hidden in, he walked down the passageway and saw the door, someone had a fire going inside. Skudi drew his sword quietly and went to open the door. He then smelled something foul… he opens the door. There stood by himself Gorgun the Orc, he was the meaning of what it was to be an Orc. He stood there, no weapon, no armor… smiling.


"Skudi son of Thror, you know who I am so lets just get to it. This is a warning… Tell your Master Skjorn his days are numbered… and he will die by my hand, GORGUN CHIEF OF THE NORTH!!!" Gorgun said as he made his way out. Skudi knew not to trifle with Gorgun, Skjorn said he was the greatest warrior of all Orcs… ever.
 
Ausione quickly stuck her arm out before Han and the elf-woman. "Wait, that's not Skudi..."
 
Gorgun walked past Ausinoe and Sheva with a huff and snort like a pig would do. He strode past them with no fear and off into the forest. 
Skjorn looked at the crow.


"Let us have her Grimm, she is hurt and must see the healer Hilda at once!" Skjorn said with concern.
 
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