WOOD ELF SCOUT STORY
Tecthin the Wood Elf Scout leapt over the rock in his
way and almost lost his footing.
There were many large rocks in the wilderness of Norsca, and it
was getting increasingly difficult to navigate through them, especially
in this freezing weather. It had been raining here for weeks, and
had snowed continuously for the last few days. It was so cold that
most of the snow had now turned to ice and Tecthin kept losing his
He came to a small wooden hut around the side of a large boulder.
Cautiously he approached, crouching low. Through the fogged up windows
he could see what appeared to be two figures seated at a table.
They were talking, but Tecthin could not make out the words, all
he could hear were muffled sounds.
He crept closer to the window and cleared a small spot of fog
away in the corner with his gloves.
He could now see the two figures much more clearly. He recognised
one as the Captain of the Norse army that was in battle a few miles
away with the evil forces of the Undead. He tried to figure out
who the other figure was, but was not able to recognise him.
Suddenly the other figure smiled - a sinister smile, revealing
two long fangs!
Tecthin suddenly realised that the figure was a Vampire. He had
not recognised him before, but now… those fangs… He must be the
leader of the Undead army, but what was he doing so far away, and
with the Captain of the Norse Army?
He crept around to the front of the cabin and put his ear near
the small crack underneath the door, hoping to hear what was occurring.
What he heard shocked him.
"So it is settled then." The Vampire spoke. "You
will lead your men around the side of the mountain. I will have
a number of Wraiths waiting for them. Before they realise their
mistake, it will be too late. They will all be converted to the
Undead." He finished the sentence laughing cruelly.
The Norse Captain slowly stood, followed by the
Vampire. "All right then. And in return, you will grant me the gift
of eternal life."
The Vampire nodded slightly, an unseen sly grin
on his face, and turned to leave.
Tecthin quickly retreated nearby into some bushes
and waited. He could not let either the Vampire or the Captain return
to their armies. If he did then all those men would be dying just
to fulfil a desire of the Captain.
He reached to his back and grasped a large Elf
Bow. Inside his pack he found a handful of fire arrows which he
had found the last time he had gone adventuring with his fellow
warriors. He nocked one onto his bow, lined up his shot and waited.
The Vampire was the first to exit the hut - Tecthin
The arrow struck the Vampire directly in the chest
and burst on fire. Screaming, the Vampire grasped the arrow and
pulled it from his body, but it was too late. The fire had spread
to his cape, his clothes and now to his body. Within moments he
was engulfed in flame and before long there was nothing left but
a pile of ash which quickly blew away on the chilly wind.
The Captain heard all the commotion and came outside
to investigate. His eyes opened wide when he saw the remains of
the Vampire, and he started to make a run for it when he saw Tecthin
sprinting from the forest.
Tecthin fired again.
The arrow had just about reached the Captain when
it split into four other arrows. They all impaled the Captain -
one in each of his legs, and one in each of his arms. The remaining
arrow struck the Captain straight in the head. He screamed, and
collapsed to the ground, dead.
Satisfied with a job well done, Tecthin packed
the remaining arrows back into his pack, stood, and turned…
Staring straight at him, less than one foot away
was a huge white furred beast about the size of a large Minotaur
- A Yeti!
Tecthin’s day had been going so well..
Elf Scout story by Andrew Brockhouse.