Post by Ereinion Ar-Feiniel on Apr 11, 2008 0:16:44 GMT -5
The man dissappeared in a sea of flames it seemed, his whole body utterly consumed til it vanished before him "Demon filth." Ereinion spat out as he reclaimed the feel of his body once again and stood from his fallen position, within seconds a late Royal Guard stormed through the thick underbrush convergin on his position "My lord, we came as soon as we possible could. Forces from the lands west of us are being driven back as we speak, have you been hurt?" the captain of the guards asked looking the young prince over for wounds.
"Captain i am fine save for a few bruises which no doubt will show up soon, but we have another problem arising." the High Elf said walking quickly through the woods on a mission to head back home, the guards walking behind him. "I encountered a demon hell bent on getting information on Great Britain from me, he has some vendetta i am sure that lies on that island." The captain of the guard looked shocked at this new bit of information, it had been the will of the king to send his son to the island and find out critical information. "Your father will surely find this bit of information disconcerting and hasten his plans for you, I shall go ahead and ready a ship to take us to Britannia." With a short nod from the Prince he ran off with two of the 7 guards assembled to do as he said.
Ereinion's mind had settled on the demon's face, memorizing it wholey from the color of his eyes to his damndable smirk and made a decision to go all out next time and end the threat should it come to that. "You, private!" the young prince stated at the guard to his left "Take these strands of hair and have our sages analyze their properties and develop any means to end the 'problem' quickly. Tell them they belong to a demonic force and i have no other samples, so take care." During the fight, the few stray strands of hair had somehow clung to the bottom of the elve's boots and most likely had been ripped as the boots sole landed on the demon's face. The still not dried ogre blood used as an adhesive "Go now!" the young private rushed off not wishing to draw the ire from his prince. Soon he would disembark from these lands and pursue his mission in Great Britain, and maybe cleave a demon's heart from its chest.
"Captain i am fine save for a few bruises which no doubt will show up soon, but we have another problem arising." the High Elf said walking quickly through the woods on a mission to head back home, the guards walking behind him. "I encountered a demon hell bent on getting information on Great Britain from me, he has some vendetta i am sure that lies on that island." The captain of the guard looked shocked at this new bit of information, it had been the will of the king to send his son to the island and find out critical information. "Your father will surely find this bit of information disconcerting and hasten his plans for you, I shall go ahead and ready a ship to take us to Britannia." With a short nod from the Prince he ran off with two of the 7 guards assembled to do as he said.
Ereinion's mind had settled on the demon's face, memorizing it wholey from the color of his eyes to his damndable smirk and made a decision to go all out next time and end the threat should it come to that. "You, private!" the young prince stated at the guard to his left "Take these strands of hair and have our sages analyze their properties and develop any means to end the 'problem' quickly. Tell them they belong to a demonic force and i have no other samples, so take care." During the fight, the few stray strands of hair had somehow clung to the bottom of the elve's boots and most likely had been ripped as the boots sole landed on the demon's face. The still not dried ogre blood used as an adhesive "Go now!" the young private rushed off not wishing to draw the ire from his prince. Soon he would disembark from these lands and pursue his mission in Great Britain, and maybe cleave a demon's heart from its chest.