Wonder the badlands with my warhorse Faran. Scouting the area for enemies. I do hear noises. Allow my horse to slow. Interesting an orc patrol and they seem terribly proud of themselves too. Keep hidden in the shadows and watch. I see them jeer and poke at something in a cage. Dismount from my horse appraoch a little closer and keeping well hidden in the shadows I observe for a while. Looks to me like a strange elf. He hands are bleeding. She looks tired hopeless. Wtach the orcs jeer and threaten to put somethign in the fire. A very sleek fur. I see her eyes pain at the sight of that threat. Grip my weapon, my eyes harden. I have sene enough. Jump out from the shadow and slit the orc's throat in one smooth motion . Lift the fur from his hands. "That was never yours anyway."I hiss.
I am greatly outnumbered but soon I have a heap of stinking orcs in a pile of rubble all very dead. all very dead. Cut the locks on the cage and free the strange elf. Hand the sleek fur to her . I watch her stare.
"But that...."
Ïs yours, are you injured? Can you walk. "
The fur smells of sltiness of sea.
Feel my vision waver for a minute. When I look back all I still hear is a splash. The blood that was on the bandages I wante to use gone changed to water smelling of sea.. I struggle to get back to Faran and mount him.
"Which as once steady int he saddle I check my arm. "Orc arrow and orc poison oh blasted all."
Look at my faithful warhorse. "Get back to lorien and find Kelly , she must know something before I do collaps in an orc poison cloud. Take a cloth and tighten a tourniquet above the arrow wound to slow the pooison flow. "Go faran before I do collaps."