Hello everyone! PjOrT here! Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I
became bored with the story, but now I'm back. If you haven't figured it
out yet, Irvine has a thing for Gilda, but does she feel the same way? How
will they do on Luclin? What will they encounter? Well.scroll down and see.
Have fun!
Chapter 7
The two harnuchai trekked down the path to the teleportation portal, bearing magical arms and stoic faces. Irvine's stomach was in knots from being this close to this beautiful creature. His palms were sweaty and his mouth was dry, so he decided no to initiate any conversations. Unfortunately for him, Gilda felt comfortable enough to talk. "Are you frightened of the peril ahead of us, or me?" She obviously felt awkward walking beside the silent warrior without interacting the tiniest bit. "Could you at least talk to me?" "I'm sorry," Irvine replied. "This mission's got me a little nervous, is all." Irvine knew he was lying through his teeth. He was never nervous about a mission, but he wasn't sure if Gilda knew that. He peered over at her through his shimmering helm to find a forlorn look on her face. "What's wrong?' "Nothing is wrong." She quickened her pace as she caught site of the teleportation pad. She leaped a great distance and landed on the pad gracefully, leaving Irvine very far behind and very scared; not of Luclin, but of Gilda. Harnuchai woman can be very vicious when they are denied something, so Irvine was instantly on his guard. He scaled the stairs of the pad and joined the woman in the center. "Your monastic training serves you well. I haven't seen anyone jump that high in a long time," Irvine said sincerely, trying to lighten the mood. All he got was a nod from the woman before they were transported to the dark moon. Irvine had teleported many times before, so he was used to it. When they exited the portal, the came out in a very dark, musty cave. It reeked of carrion and mold, stained with blood and fluids not known to the elves. "Shall we?" Gilda said, drawing a stone from her satchel. The stone began to shimmer on one side, and Gilda began walking in that direction. "who gave you the tracking stone?" Irvine inquired. "That's not important. Now, hurry up," Gilda retorted. Irvine still felt as if Gilda posed the greatest threat to him at the moment. He wanted to tell her that he's wanted to kiss her for months now, but he didn't feel it was the right time. As he pondered that thought, he felt a sharp blow connect with the back of his skull and fell face forward to the stony floor. Gilda turned to see what he was up to and saw their opponents: dark elves. Three dark elves stood around the young elf's body, ready to strike. Gilda's body began to pulse with immense energy, and she lept into the air. When she finished rising, she channeled he energy and plummeted, fists first, toward the elves. Her hands began to spark with electric energy as she fell, giving her hands more power. Just as one of the dark elves was about to coup de grace the boy, the world collapsed around him as his skull caved in. The two other dark elves turned to see the monk shining like a star and grinning like a maniac. Her hands, drenched in blood and brain matter, came up in a defensive stance. He right hand was in front and balled into a fist, while the left rested against the inside of the right elbow, making it look like she was off guard and open to attack. The first dark elf, a male, attacked with his dual short swords, leaving the second, a female, to cast her spells. Gilda understood the situation, and had a plan. She'd been in this scenario in training, and executed he technique flawlessly. First, she had to get rid of the fighter. As he beared down of her, she exited her first stance and entered and attack stance. The warrior didn't see the attack coming. He attacked with a double downward slash, but only cut the air. He looked around to find his prey,t failed to look up before Gilda's foot met his skull. The elf fell face first onto the ground, meeting his sword through the stomach. "One down," Gilda said. She turned her gaze to see a ball of flame flying at her.
Have fun!
Chapter 7
The two harnuchai trekked down the path to the teleportation portal, bearing magical arms and stoic faces. Irvine's stomach was in knots from being this close to this beautiful creature. His palms were sweaty and his mouth was dry, so he decided no to initiate any conversations. Unfortunately for him, Gilda felt comfortable enough to talk. "Are you frightened of the peril ahead of us, or me?" She obviously felt awkward walking beside the silent warrior without interacting the tiniest bit. "Could you at least talk to me?" "I'm sorry," Irvine replied. "This mission's got me a little nervous, is all." Irvine knew he was lying through his teeth. He was never nervous about a mission, but he wasn't sure if Gilda knew that. He peered over at her through his shimmering helm to find a forlorn look on her face. "What's wrong?' "Nothing is wrong." She quickened her pace as she caught site of the teleportation pad. She leaped a great distance and landed on the pad gracefully, leaving Irvine very far behind and very scared; not of Luclin, but of Gilda. Harnuchai woman can be very vicious when they are denied something, so Irvine was instantly on his guard. He scaled the stairs of the pad and joined the woman in the center. "Your monastic training serves you well. I haven't seen anyone jump that high in a long time," Irvine said sincerely, trying to lighten the mood. All he got was a nod from the woman before they were transported to the dark moon. Irvine had teleported many times before, so he was used to it. When they exited the portal, the came out in a very dark, musty cave. It reeked of carrion and mold, stained with blood and fluids not known to the elves. "Shall we?" Gilda said, drawing a stone from her satchel. The stone began to shimmer on one side, and Gilda began walking in that direction. "who gave you the tracking stone?" Irvine inquired. "That's not important. Now, hurry up," Gilda retorted. Irvine still felt as if Gilda posed the greatest threat to him at the moment. He wanted to tell her that he's wanted to kiss her for months now, but he didn't feel it was the right time. As he pondered that thought, he felt a sharp blow connect with the back of his skull and fell face forward to the stony floor. Gilda turned to see what he was up to and saw their opponents: dark elves. Three dark elves stood around the young elf's body, ready to strike. Gilda's body began to pulse with immense energy, and she lept into the air. When she finished rising, she channeled he energy and plummeted, fists first, toward the elves. Her hands began to spark with electric energy as she fell, giving her hands more power. Just as one of the dark elves was about to coup de grace the boy, the world collapsed around him as his skull caved in. The two other dark elves turned to see the monk shining like a star and grinning like a maniac. Her hands, drenched in blood and brain matter, came up in a defensive stance. He right hand was in front and balled into a fist, while the left rested against the inside of the right elbow, making it look like she was off guard and open to attack. The first dark elf, a male, attacked with his dual short swords, leaving the second, a female, to cast her spells. Gilda understood the situation, and had a plan. She'd been in this scenario in training, and executed he technique flawlessly. First, she had to get rid of the fighter. As he beared down of her, she exited her first stance and entered and attack stance. The warrior didn't see the attack coming. He attacked with a double downward slash, but only cut the air. He looked around to find his prey,t failed to look up before Gilda's foot met his skull. The elf fell face first onto the ground, meeting his sword through the stomach. "One down," Gilda said. She turned her gaze to see a ball of flame flying at her.