A World Beyond
The host Harrison was in was about mid-field when Harrison realized there were arrows falling all around him, some striking those around him. Harrison could hear battle cries and clashing swords in front of him but his vision was blocked by many elves fighting. Suddenly an arrow struck his sword at the base of the blade. Shocked, Harrison dropped the sword. Fearing he would be attacked, he rushed to pick it up. He reached down and grabbed it firmly and turned around to see a horrid creature charging at him. It jumped and swung it's sword towards Harrison's shoulder. It hit but wasn't hard enough to cleave through his armor. Harrison fell to the ground on his back and the monster continued to pummel him. Harrison managed to block all the swings, except for one that glanced his brow. The monster had Harrison pinned. It was only a matter of time before Harrison ran out of the energy to block the hits. Suddenly, a large man stepped up with two large hammers and smashed the shoulder of the monster. It lunged back but wasn't fast enough to get away from the second hammer which caught him in the back of the head. Without words, the barbarian ran off and pursued battle elsewhere. Harrison got back to his feet. There was a little blood running down the side of his face. He didn't have time to worry about that though, there were more monsters charging him. One swung at Harrison over handed but Harrison quickly blocked and drove his sword into the monster's stomach. He couldn't believe what he just did. He had just taken a life. It released adrenaline and sent it coursing through his veins. Then came more of the monsters. Harrison managed to handle them with minor injuries. The battle raged on for what seemed to be hours. Harrison fought hard but he was starting to lose strength. Finally, after nearly collapsing on the spot, he was surrounded by elves. A cheer went up, the battle was won.
Harrison searched franticly for the elf he had spoken to earlier. He couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, he came to him, kneeling with his head leaning against his sword, apparently in prayer.
"Hey... guy! What the hell is going on?" yelled Harrison.
The man stood up, swaying back and forth. He turned to face Harrison and Harrison saw a hole in his armor. It was low, and there was blood seeping out of it.
"Harrison... you made it..."
The elven lord trailed off mumbling and started to fall. Harrison ran and caught him.
"I'm ok, I just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all." whispered the man.
Harrison looked around for help.
"Help! This man is hurt!" yelled Harrison.
Looking around at all the wounded lying about the field, he realized how vain his attempts were. A few feet away, an elf looked up.
"My lord!" he yelled as he ran towards them. "My lord, what has befallen you? Is it bad?"
"Peace be with you, Bregalas, I am not used up yet."
"We must get you a healer!" Bregalas stood up. "Fingarel! Your lord needs you!"
Fingarel ran up knelt down beside the elven lord.
"We must get him to a healer!" shouted Fingarel.
Harrison pulled away the armor to mind the man's under garments were soaked in blood. Harrison tore away the man's shirt, revealing the wound. It wasn't big but it looked deep. The blood flowed freely. Fingarel pulled a bottle from his pack and poured it onto the wound. It washed away the blood but it did not stop the bleeding. The elf grimaced in pain.
"We must move, now!" Said Fingarel.
From behind, there came men clad in plate mail, carrying a flag. They weren't elves, they had stern faces, brown hair and were all taller then everyone standing about.
"Come, bring your lord to the houses of healing, I will lead you there." Said one of the men.
Harrison and the elf that came to his attention lifted the wounded elf lord and followed after the man.
"My name is Fingarel by the way." Said the elf.
"My name is Harrison."
Fingarel gave him a strange look.
"That is an interesting name... Are you from Calahorn?" asked Fingarel.
"Well, no... it's a long story. Perhaps I will tell you another time?"
"I suppose so, given the urgency of the task at hand." Replied Fingarel.
They carried the wounded elf lord through the main gates. Inside the city walls was complete chaos. There were burning buildings can people rushing about trying to put out the many fires. All about, there were wounded men making their way towards a large rock walled building.
This is where they were heading.
The host Harrison was in was about mid-field when Harrison realized there were arrows falling all around him, some striking those around him. Harrison could hear battle cries and clashing swords in front of him but his vision was blocked by many elves fighting. Suddenly an arrow struck his sword at the base of the blade. Shocked, Harrison dropped the sword. Fearing he would be attacked, he rushed to pick it up. He reached down and grabbed it firmly and turned around to see a horrid creature charging at him. It jumped and swung it's sword towards Harrison's shoulder. It hit but wasn't hard enough to cleave through his armor. Harrison fell to the ground on his back and the monster continued to pummel him. Harrison managed to block all the swings, except for one that glanced his brow. The monster had Harrison pinned. It was only a matter of time before Harrison ran out of the energy to block the hits. Suddenly, a large man stepped up with two large hammers and smashed the shoulder of the monster. It lunged back but wasn't fast enough to get away from the second hammer which caught him in the back of the head. Without words, the barbarian ran off and pursued battle elsewhere. Harrison got back to his feet. There was a little blood running down the side of his face. He didn't have time to worry about that though, there were more monsters charging him. One swung at Harrison over handed but Harrison quickly blocked and drove his sword into the monster's stomach. He couldn't believe what he just did. He had just taken a life. It released adrenaline and sent it coursing through his veins. Then came more of the monsters. Harrison managed to handle them with minor injuries. The battle raged on for what seemed to be hours. Harrison fought hard but he was starting to lose strength. Finally, after nearly collapsing on the spot, he was surrounded by elves. A cheer went up, the battle was won.
Harrison searched franticly for the elf he had spoken to earlier. He couldn't find him anywhere. Finally, he came to him, kneeling with his head leaning against his sword, apparently in prayer.
"Hey... guy! What the hell is going on?" yelled Harrison.
The man stood up, swaying back and forth. He turned to face Harrison and Harrison saw a hole in his armor. It was low, and there was blood seeping out of it.
"Harrison... you made it..."
The elven lord trailed off mumbling and started to fall. Harrison ran and caught him.
"I'm ok, I just got the wind knocked out of me, that's all." whispered the man.
Harrison looked around for help.
"Help! This man is hurt!" yelled Harrison.
Looking around at all the wounded lying about the field, he realized how vain his attempts were. A few feet away, an elf looked up.
"My lord!" he yelled as he ran towards them. "My lord, what has befallen you? Is it bad?"
"Peace be with you, Bregalas, I am not used up yet."
"We must get you a healer!" Bregalas stood up. "Fingarel! Your lord needs you!"
Fingarel ran up knelt down beside the elven lord.
"We must get him to a healer!" shouted Fingarel.
Harrison pulled away the armor to mind the man's under garments were soaked in blood. Harrison tore away the man's shirt, revealing the wound. It wasn't big but it looked deep. The blood flowed freely. Fingarel pulled a bottle from his pack and poured it onto the wound. It washed away the blood but it did not stop the bleeding. The elf grimaced in pain.
"We must move, now!" Said Fingarel.
From behind, there came men clad in plate mail, carrying a flag. They weren't elves, they had stern faces, brown hair and were all taller then everyone standing about.
"Come, bring your lord to the houses of healing, I will lead you there." Said one of the men.
Harrison and the elf that came to his attention lifted the wounded elf lord and followed after the man.
"My name is Fingarel by the way." Said the elf.
"My name is Harrison."
Fingarel gave him a strange look.
"That is an interesting name... Are you from Calahorn?" asked Fingarel.
"Well, no... it's a long story. Perhaps I will tell you another time?"
"I suppose so, given the urgency of the task at hand." Replied Fingarel.
They carried the wounded elf lord through the main gates. Inside the city walls was complete chaos. There were burning buildings can people rushing about trying to put out the many fires. All about, there were wounded men making their way towards a large rock walled building.
This is where they were heading.