Lands of Mythron: Preparing for Winter. My character and his two companions head from the execution site into the deep forests, unaware of the danger. They come across the ruins, and since it is a colder day, they light a fire and sit around it.
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"Ladris! Watch out! Undead!" I screamed. But Ladris already knew. He turned around and shot the once alive in the face.
The undead flew backwards. The sound of my shouts had attracked some unwanted guests.
A large spider approached our campsite. I was well aware of this.
I jumped onto a nearby pillar, and shot an arrow at the spider. I missed terribly.
I flipped and landed on the spider's upper segment. I shot an arrow into it's brain. It was gone.
I was so focused on the spider I didn't hear the dreadful snap of Ladris' head being viciously ripped off. I screamed, but noticed Nolen was still alive.
"I'd best go for the grey troll, for he has a live person"
I jumped on another pillar and shot at the troll. Another miss I shot one more arrow at the troll. It dropped Nolen.
But Nolen landed on his own sword and he was cut in half. "NOLEN!!!!"
My body filled with rage.
I shot at the troll one more time, putting it to sleep, forever.
My senses were acute, due to pure adrenaline.
I heard the troll first, then flipped around and landed on, then stabbed its head. It was done.
The journey to the main cities of Nerogue would be a lonely one.