((After some really fun RP this week, I suddenly find myself in dire need of a decent backstory for my Night Elf. So here it goes - Part 1 of hopefully many.))
Eyezeria stayed low to the ground, careful not to move. Her green dyed armor allowed her to meld near perfectly into the surrounding forest. She was confident that the lumbering brutes lacked the keenness if vision to detect her. At the same time, Eyezeria was aware that Orcs possessed an uncanny sense of smell and hearing. The Orcish brutes had ventured deep into enemy territory - Night Elf territory - and were clearly poised to defend themselves against any surprise attacks.
Eyezeria Moonsprite was significantly outnumbered, and her armor would certainly be no match against an enraged Orc warrior charging her with his battle axe. But engaging them in battle was not her concern. The Sentinels of Astranaar had dispatched her to the southeast of Ashenvale strictly to gather information: how many Orcish forces were present, how were they armored, and most importantly what were they doing?
The Night Elf crouched and leaned forward. There were seven green-skinned brutes in all, wearing various pieces of leather and mail armor. It struck Eyezeria that this mixing and matching of equipment was rare, a sign that these warriors had struggled to find usable gear. Following the rise of their new Warchief, the Horde had pushed deep into enemy territory in all areas of Kalimdor, with the result that their forces had gotten stretched thin and poorly supplied.
Six of the brutes had fanned out and were surveying the forest with crossbows and battle axes at the ready. The seventh Orc was carrying a bucket with a tar-like substance. As he paced about, he would occasionally stop, eye one of the imposing trees, and use a coarse brush to smear a crude X across its trunk. Eyezeria's eyes narrowed. The Orc had already marked a sizable number of trees - for what, the Night Elf could not guess.
The tallest of the Orcs, wielding a two-handed axe, turned and barked something at the group. The seventh Orc gave an affirmative grunt, and promptly the group gathered in a huddle. As Eyezeria shifted forward to get a better look, a small branch snapped under the weight of her right foot. The Orc closest to her spun around, and fired his crossbow in her direction. The Night Elf could hear the arrow piercing the air, then felt it graze her left shoulder guard before burrowing deep into a tree. She spun around and darted into the underbrush. As she dashed and weaved between the trees, she could hear the raging screams of the charging Orcs.
The hunt was on.
Eyezeria stayed low to the ground, careful not to move. Her green dyed armor allowed her to meld near perfectly into the surrounding forest. She was confident that the lumbering brutes lacked the keenness if vision to detect her. At the same time, Eyezeria was aware that Orcs possessed an uncanny sense of smell and hearing. The Orcish brutes had ventured deep into enemy territory - Night Elf territory - and were clearly poised to defend themselves against any surprise attacks.
Eyezeria Moonsprite was significantly outnumbered, and her armor would certainly be no match against an enraged Orc warrior charging her with his battle axe. But engaging them in battle was not her concern. The Sentinels of Astranaar had dispatched her to the southeast of Ashenvale strictly to gather information: how many Orcish forces were present, how were they armored, and most importantly what were they doing?
The Night Elf crouched and leaned forward. There were seven green-skinned brutes in all, wearing various pieces of leather and mail armor. It struck Eyezeria that this mixing and matching of equipment was rare, a sign that these warriors had struggled to find usable gear. Following the rise of their new Warchief, the Horde had pushed deep into enemy territory in all areas of Kalimdor, with the result that their forces had gotten stretched thin and poorly supplied.
Six of the brutes had fanned out and were surveying the forest with crossbows and battle axes at the ready. The seventh Orc was carrying a bucket with a tar-like substance. As he paced about, he would occasionally stop, eye one of the imposing trees, and use a coarse brush to smear a crude X across its trunk. Eyezeria's eyes narrowed. The Orc had already marked a sizable number of trees - for what, the Night Elf could not guess.
The tallest of the Orcs, wielding a two-handed axe, turned and barked something at the group. The seventh Orc gave an affirmative grunt, and promptly the group gathered in a huddle. As Eyezeria shifted forward to get a better look, a small branch snapped under the weight of her right foot. The Orc closest to her spun around, and fired his crossbow in her direction. The Night Elf could hear the arrow piercing the air, then felt it graze her left shoulder guard before burrowing deep into a tree. She spun around and darted into the underbrush. As she dashed and weaved between the trees, she could hear the raging screams of the charging Orcs.
The hunt was on.
