Chapter 2
Unfriendly Encounter
Things had not been going well for Flare. The dwarf was now sitting with his hands behind his back surrounded by elven guards. These guards were part of the border patrol and had just finished duty. The lounged about their pit laughing, drinking their imported wines, and jesting on the dwarf's behalf.
Flare was enraged at the rudeness of the elves, but in no way surprised. Elves were always stuck up. They always found themselves better than everyone else. So it did not surprise the old dwarf at all to hear them talk down to him. What did surprise him was the fact they were drunk, and loud. Not very often did an Elf get drunk, but Flare could not figure out what this special occasion was. He caught snatches of the conversation mainly 'Dwarf', or 'Grey beard'. One of which was a great insult.
Wriggling and trying to loosen the bindings the dwarf fought a losing battle. These Elves here really knew their knots. Flare didn't ponder on this for long as he looked for some means of escape. For some reason he felt a sever sense of dread coming over him. He fought restlessly behind the backs of his captors and felt his bindings loosen bit by bit. Though as well every wrong twist and the knot got tighter than it was before. It seemed hopeless.
A sigh escaped the dwarf's lips and laid back on the ground his hands tightly secured behind his back and his battle axe resting near the fire. He closed his eyes listening to the noise around. He was a hill dwarf and actually spent most of his time above ground cutting wood for the mountain forges. At this time though thoughts of home were drowned out by a renewed vigor as the sounds of fighting floated toward his ears.
Flare wondered what kind of man would be stupid enough to attack the elves in their own woodlands. He would never find out though for as soon as fighting began the elves threw a black satin bag over his head and he could not see anything. He felt himself lifted bodily. Twigs were now whipping past him painfully as who ever was carrying him hurtled through the woods. He tried to lift his head as blood pounded in his face. He felt a rather large branch hit him in the head and he passed out from the searing pain.
It was a while later before Flare came around. He felt a bit of pressure on his head and reached and could feel the cloth bandages around his head. As well the dwarf felt the wetness of blood. He groaned as he sat up looking around and noticed his hands were no longer bound. He flexed his wrists experimentally and soon had feeling back in them.
He looked around groggily and noticed the reason for the removal of the bonds. He had no need for them. He was in a cell of some sort. It appeared he was the only one for the cells across from him were empty. He stood up and walked toward the bars, actually it was a more of a stumble.
Catching the bars and holding himself up Flare looked up and down the hall. Around the corner could be seen a small fire. It appeared to be torches. He also noticed that the building was stone. "So this is not an elven prison. I am guessing I am out of Qualinesti. Flare smiled to himself and turned to go sit when he heard a sound that nearly made him wretch.
A guttural voice howled in anger and laughter the sounded like nails on chalkboard filled the air. Flare wanted to heave at the sound. Never before had he heard such a thing. What creature could make a sound like that? Wondered the elderly dwarf.
Flare sat down against the wall and felt fear like he never had before. Whatever these creatures were they had an odd effect on the dwarf. He had not even yet seen one and he withered in fear. Curled up in his ball the hill dwarf thought of everything he had seen in his travels. He could not place that noise to any.
Another howl and large crash interrupted the dwarf's thoughts. The click of clawed feet could be heard moving everywhere. Then the soft click echoed down the chamber and Flare knew he was about to see this enemy.
The face of a draconian appeared at the bars. It was a rather large one and if the dwarf knew anything of them he would have termed the creature fat. The sight of the massive creature though banished those thoughts from his mind. The Dragon man unlocked the gate and clicked his tongue at Flare indicating the floor before him.
Being intelligent enough to understand the dwarf jumped up quickly and moved shakily to stand before the Draconian. No longer was he shaking from fear of what his enemy was. He now shook in fear of what his enemy could do. The large scaly beast that stood before him was very imposing and the claws that were sharp as daggers made the dwarf tremble.
The draconian grabbed the dwarf and shoved him backward down the hall. The creature advanced and Flare hastily turned heading down the hall toward the orange light. At least I might figure out where I am soon. This place must have a window of some sort.
Well thats chapter 2 sorry I am taking so long in my writing. I will have the third chapter up by Friday at the latest. We still have one more person to introduce so if your eager to find out what is going on with Kerth and flare your going to have to wait a little longer...Reviews and criticsm are accepted and asked for.