The precipitous waterfall loomed in front of Drizzt Do'Urden he wondered what dangers were ahead of him in the long journey to Mithral Hall. As he approached the bottom of the waterfall the mist seemed palpable but when he stuck his hand in he felt the pounding water on his hand. At night when he was cooking the rabbit he killed earlier he was realizing how little amenities he had on this journey from Ice Wind Dale to Mithral Hall. He then saw something out of the corner of his eyes. His scimitars were glowing because of the presence of danger. Drizzt then got up and headed over to the forest area that the sudden movement came from. He then saw a primeval crossbow made out of sticks being wielded by an orc, the orc then fired the bolt in the crossbow and Drizzt jumped out of the way and lunged at the orc. Drizzt's first swing scored disarming the orc leaving it helpless, he also scored his second swing with his scimitar on the orcs neck slicing its head off. Another imprudent orc that thought he could match his intellectual state in combat charged him. When the orc came down with his swing Drizzt jumped to the side and stabbed him in the belly and brung his fiery blade up threw the orcs chest. The orc dropped to the floor like a stone being thrown off a cliff. He grabbed the head of the first orc and brought it over and also grabbed the bolt that the orc fired. He then stuck it in the ground like a stake, after that he put the head on the stake to let other orcs know that he can protect himself from their kind. After an act like that many people would feel scruples but not Drizzt he knew it was he or they. After that he returned to camp to rest for the night, his dreams were filled with the images of the privations of the cities he has lead armies into. He specifically remembered the pauper at the city gates that was asking for money before we slaughtered all living things in site. He then indolently woke up and ate his breakfast that consisted of orc meat and eggs from a nearby nest.
To Be Continued…