Tuesday, January 3, 2006

spanish and english
well we switched classes today, and i have to take spanish and english, english seems like it will be ok but spanish, is gonna be really boring, cuz truthfully i dont want to learn a second language
more story!!
chapter: 1
page: 4


. If he could get a boat he could ride down to Lake Kodel then up the Tone River. It was a large detour, and would take much longer, but he could not go near the temple of the elements again.
When he had arrived at what were once the docks, he started to search for a boat or something he could use as a raft, not daring to look around at the destroyed city. After a couple hours of searching he found a small canoe farther down the river on the opposite side. Luckily for him there was a double-sided paddle inside. He laid the sword under the seat and began to row. Not turning around, no looking back
It took him most of the day to paddle down to lake Kodel, and sun was dipping below the surface and he was tired. He hauled his small boat to the north shore of the lake, and then relaxed; slowly falling into sleep.
He woke up the next morn with the sun just above the horizon. He washed away the sleep from his eyes with some cool lake water, and continued out againThis time he had to paddle upstream, which would prove challenging. But considering the losses of the day before; it was nothing. And up the river he went. The journey about halfway up the river took about four days. When he came to the section of the river where he must depart and start walking, he could see a small goblin band. (About four)
Probably scouts from Jike, he thought.
Goblins are nasty little creatures, that could do some damage in numbers. But that is there only strength. Their long pointed noses and their green skin didn’t seem to scare anyone; and the fact that they were from 2 to 4 feet high didn’t help their cause. There town (more like camp) of Jike is just a large gathering of goblins, that had made a camp and didn’t move for sometime. This somehow gave the small camp the liberty of being put as a city on regular maps. (Because they didn’t have near the intelligence to build a city, or even a town)
Ellitherisom quickly hopped out of the boat grabbing the sword, and putting the oar back in. Then he pushed the boat back into the current and let the river do the rest. He walked over to as small hill that obscured his sight of them; he lay on his belly and peeked over the small hill at the goblins. They were feasting over a buck that they had taken down. He then realized, he had no weapon except for the sword. But the sword would not permit him to use it. So he had to think of a way to kill the four goblins. He had one bolt left, which would take down one; but what of the other three? Then he looked to the cloth that wrapped the sword. He ripped enough of it just to cover the handle so that he could hold it. He loaded the crossbow and glimpsed over the hill again to make sure his targets were there. Then with the sword in his left hand (yes, he is left handed) and the crossbow in the other. He crept to the top of the hill shot one of the goblins, felling it dead, and sprang on the other three. Even before the goblin closest to him had even picked up his short sword from the ground, the blade had already assured his death. With that first strike down the first goblin, Ellitherisom had felt no resistance of the goblins tough skin or even the leather armor it was wearing, just a clean cut. Almost like a hot butter knife through butter. This just assured his choice in taking the sword and continued on. The other two picked up their axes, and, in rage, charged in. This was and easy battle for Ellitherisom; the first one to get to him had his axe above his head and swung down. Ellitherisom sidestepped to his right and tripped the goblin. The second jumped into the air with his shield and small axe, hoping to catch the high elf off guard. Ellitherisom put his sword between him and the flying goblin then thrust through. The goblin fell limp on the sword and dropped his weapons Ellitherisom swung his sword to the side letting the dead goblin slide off. He turned to the goblin he had tripped and saw him fleeing for his life. Ellitherisom picked up the axe of the dead goblin he had just slain and hurled the axe toward the goblin, catching it in the back of the head. The goblin fell dead, and a grim smile came over Ellitherisom’s face as he looked to the blood covered sword. He looked at it in silence, until he heard a small noise. It sounded like sizzling, he looked around hoping to find the source, but found none. It grew louder and louder; he looked to the sword. Steam was rising from the sword as it sizzled and the blood slowly disappeared. He wrapped the sword up in the rest of the cloth and started off. towards Bracken. But he had one more stop to make, just for fun.

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