Snippet #1373394

Raelnor stood perfectly still, his hardened eyes relentlessly trying to pierce the darkness of the forest to no avail. Curses! He had heard of mage’s having spells that allowed them to see in the dark, and for once, Raelnor wished he had such abilities. Someone cleared their throats behind him but the Templar didn’t tare his gaze away from the treeline. When the person spoke, Realnor recognized him as Ryuu.

"Did something catch your eye Ser Raelnor?"

What should he say? Raelnor was at a loss, so he didn’t reply, simply stood there. After a few moments he shook his helmed head and let out a sigh.

“I guess… it was nothing…”

Despite the words coming out of his mouth he didn’t move or relax the grip on his sword. He stood ridged, his very body expecting combat to erupt at any moment. At that moment one of the others awoke with a start. The one called Arvin, who Raelnor had sensed didn’t care for him very much, had awoken and was hissing something about Darkspawn. Had he said he could sense them? Raelnor didn’t have much time to ponder the subject because at that moment his attention was focused back to the tree line. A creature human but somehow different charged from the darkness with a cruel, blood stained saber raised in attack. It’s face was horrible, skin pulled tightly into a constant sneer with lips drawn back over blacked, filed teeth. Was this a Darkspawn? Raelnor had never seen such a hideous creature before.

Shaking himself out of contemplation Raelnor reacted quickly, shrugging his shield onto his arm and charging forwards to meet the creature. He slammed into it, lowering his shoulder slightly and making sure his shield met it’s chest. The creature fell onto it’s back with a terrible roar of frustration. The sound grated on Raelnor’s ears and made his very soul feel like it was crying out in pain. Quickly, he slashed at the beast with his Templar sword, the steel, folded with lyrium, bit into the creature’s neck and severed it’s head. But it wasn’t over… Looking up, three more of the supposed ‘Darkspawn’ had emerged from the woods, one with a shield and axe, one with a crossbow, and another with a great two-handed claymore. Raelnor needed help and he knew it.

“To arms! To arms! The enemy is here!”