Sulvanis
27-11-2006, 04:39 AM
Hey guys, I don't think this story is very good yet but I'd like some advice and collective criticism or whatever its called. I hope you guys enjoy.
Sulvanis drew back her string and released it, watching in slow-motion as it glided through the air and landed in the side of an undead. It shrieked in pain, but Sulvanis did not notice. Her attention was already on a troll rogue trying to sneak behind an unsuspecting human paladin who was busily engaged with two other horde. Squinting one eye, Sulvanis stared straight down the path of her bow. Crap. I can’t kill him without risking hitting one of our own. She shouted out in frustration. The rogue was steadily approaching the paladin, only a couple of paces away now. It stealthed, and she could not see it anymore.
Suddenly, the rogue went flying sideways, thwacked by the club of a warrior who had discovered it while fighting alongside the paladin. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sulvanis passively shot an approaching Tauren warrior in the leg. He was quickly dispatched by a nearby human warrior. An orc hunter dashed past her, obviously going for the flag. Drawing an arrow to her bow, Sulvanis took careful aim. This one was strong; she would have to hit a critical point. She drew back her string and prepared to fire. Crack! What the hell was that? “Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhh!!” Sulvanis shouted in anguish. At least three vertebra in her spine had been split by a backstab. Then, as suddenly as the pain had come, it left. She slumped to her knees in a daze, and she knew she had been sapped as well. While sapped, she only had enough strength to turn her head sideways half an inch. She saw two figures in the distance, running into the Alliance Base. She recognized them immediately as rogues, far away as they were. They were both trolls.
I’ve failed the Alliance. I let in not only a hunter, but two rogues as well. Then Sulvanis got up, for the effects of the sap had worn off, though she was still left exhausted. She called upon the aspect of the cheetah to grant her extra speed. Grunting in pain, the night elf hunter dashed inside the base, blood leaving a ghastly trail behind her. Sulvanis saw the rogues, and she was gaining on them. Putting the hunter’s mark on one, she let fly an aimed shot. The arrow found itself a spot in the back of the troll’s thick skull. The murderous rogue immediately dropped dead, but the other turned and sprinted towards the wounded night elf with a glare of hatred strung taut on his face. In seconds he was upon her, his blue and red blades flying left and right. Sulvanis, her face a pale white mask of death of fear, barely fended herself with her axe in one hand and her dagger in the other. The first blow knocked the dagger from her grasp, and she fell back with a scream. The next shot she managed to parry with her one-handed axe, but the other blow, following in quick succession, cut her across her right shoulder. The troll gave a howl and attacked her yet again. Blood was pouring from her shoulder, and her back was a grueling mess of blood and bone splinters. She knew she was losing way too much blood, way too fast. Suddenly everything went into slow-motion for Sulvanis. The wounded elf could see the orc hunter running from the Alliance base with the flag in his hand, his face a crazed mask of triumph. The rogue’s blue sword was slowly making its way to Sulvanis’ head in a brilliant arc of destruction. A priest was following the orc. With the last of her energy, Sulvanis leapt backwards from the ground. She had lost more blood than most could’ve without dying, let alone fainting. As such, her leap was quite unsuccessful. The blade missed her head but instead grazed her chest. Then she knew no more.
I'd really like feedback from everyone who reads this. -Sulvanis
Sulvanis drew back her string and released it, watching in slow-motion as it glided through the air and landed in the side of an undead. It shrieked in pain, but Sulvanis did not notice. Her attention was already on a troll rogue trying to sneak behind an unsuspecting human paladin who was busily engaged with two other horde. Squinting one eye, Sulvanis stared straight down the path of her bow. Crap. I can’t kill him without risking hitting one of our own. She shouted out in frustration. The rogue was steadily approaching the paladin, only a couple of paces away now. It stealthed, and she could not see it anymore.
Suddenly, the rogue went flying sideways, thwacked by the club of a warrior who had discovered it while fighting alongside the paladin. Breathing a sigh of relief, Sulvanis passively shot an approaching Tauren warrior in the leg. He was quickly dispatched by a nearby human warrior. An orc hunter dashed past her, obviously going for the flag. Drawing an arrow to her bow, Sulvanis took careful aim. This one was strong; she would have to hit a critical point. She drew back her string and prepared to fire. Crack! What the hell was that? “Aaaaaaaaaaaaagggggggggghhhhhh!!” Sulvanis shouted in anguish. At least three vertebra in her spine had been split by a backstab. Then, as suddenly as the pain had come, it left. She slumped to her knees in a daze, and she knew she had been sapped as well. While sapped, she only had enough strength to turn her head sideways half an inch. She saw two figures in the distance, running into the Alliance Base. She recognized them immediately as rogues, far away as they were. They were both trolls.
I’ve failed the Alliance. I let in not only a hunter, but two rogues as well. Then Sulvanis got up, for the effects of the sap had worn off, though she was still left exhausted. She called upon the aspect of the cheetah to grant her extra speed. Grunting in pain, the night elf hunter dashed inside the base, blood leaving a ghastly trail behind her. Sulvanis saw the rogues, and she was gaining on them. Putting the hunter’s mark on one, she let fly an aimed shot. The arrow found itself a spot in the back of the troll’s thick skull. The murderous rogue immediately dropped dead, but the other turned and sprinted towards the wounded night elf with a glare of hatred strung taut on his face. In seconds he was upon her, his blue and red blades flying left and right. Sulvanis, her face a pale white mask of death of fear, barely fended herself with her axe in one hand and her dagger in the other. The first blow knocked the dagger from her grasp, and she fell back with a scream. The next shot she managed to parry with her one-handed axe, but the other blow, following in quick succession, cut her across her right shoulder. The troll gave a howl and attacked her yet again. Blood was pouring from her shoulder, and her back was a grueling mess of blood and bone splinters. She knew she was losing way too much blood, way too fast. Suddenly everything went into slow-motion for Sulvanis. The wounded elf could see the orc hunter running from the Alliance base with the flag in his hand, his face a crazed mask of triumph. The rogue’s blue sword was slowly making its way to Sulvanis’ head in a brilliant arc of destruction. A priest was following the orc. With the last of her energy, Sulvanis leapt backwards from the ground. She had lost more blood than most could’ve without dying, let alone fainting. As such, her leap was quite unsuccessful. The blade missed her head but instead grazed her chest. Then she knew no more.
I'd really like feedback from everyone who reads this. -Sulvanis