Turn of the World (Anyone Any amount, at least one evil Character)

OoC: I havent battled in forever. I would like to say that I have gotten better over these few years but I doubt it. I will be using my personal fav. Lothreian.

BiC:

A light breeze blew from the south carrying with it the distinct sent of pine. Yet not all was well in this forest of whispers. A red dawn will rise when blood was spread in Nights own eyes. The wood elf thought to himself. The sun had barely sprung over the horizen and already the blaring blood of the sun seeped into the growing light. The elf progressed with a steady pace, he controlled his breathing and counted his steps to make sure his stride was even. He turned his attention to the sky and gazed at the carrion birds that circled to the west. He directed himself in that direction with little energy and drew one of his daggers from his worn leather sheath and slid through the shadows.

He arrived at a clearing in the forest and found a large group of men slain throughout the tall grass. Blood gushed from the wounded, but Lothreian knew that trying to save them was a lost cause. He took a quick survey of his surroundings and noticed a path through the center of the clearing. He turned his attention back to the dead and wounded. Most of them were armed. He looked at the ground intently and noticed that there was but two sets of tracks through and around the dead.

The travelers were obviously merchants and their wagons of wares were burning along with the various items they had intended to sell. Sad that this is often the case in the world. Sad that those who have the most power often abuse it. "Can you hear me? I know you can. You hide your presence poorly. Though I do not know these men and women I will allow myself to take revenge for them. What you did was evil, you know that, I know that, and I can sense your own evil aura from where I stand. Come and face me."

Nothing occured. There was no movement, no sound, but he could feel the tension build. Like gathering wind. He thought bitterly. But you cant save them all. Never. "Why do you wait evil one? Why delay? Come and face your appointed fate." The elf waited and once again felt the stirrings of evil. Battle was soon on its way. Another chance to test himself, another chance to prove himself. Another chance to be killed.

"Once strength was based on what you did with your power. I am sorry to say it is not that way any more. Now you base your strength on how many you kill. You have little fear. That can be told from the evidence of your cockiness. You acted as if you could not be hurt by these ... lessers." Lothreian spat. "If you truly are fearless then why do you avoid me? Why do you hide?" Anger built up much like the build up of a lions roar. Sometimes you can hate for no apparent reason. The wood elf had no idea who these people were or what they did. He had no connection to them, but felt as if he had suffered loss at their deaths. He hated those who would do this to any living creature. Much like Samen, and his pet Quasar, he would kill this creature with out a second thought.

"I give you one last chance to come to me, or I will come to you. Do not die with coward marked on your brow. Fight me with the last shred of honor you have!" Lothreian bellowed savagely. Then he felt it. A change in moods of his surroundings. Then he heard the snap of a twig from behind him and he turned to face this new threat. Perhaps today I die. Peace at last. But still, sometimes even peace is not entirely welcome. I must confess that I am not entirely dreadeing it though. That itself would be foolish. But when the elves body had turned the being was gone. Vanishing altogether was a high level ability, an elf could make themselves unseen for a time, yet complete concealment was rare. But maybe that was not the case. This creature after all could just as well move at incredible speeds, or teleport as Samen does. Either way it will be a formidable foe. Or perhaps, my age and anger are getting to me and I imagined the snap of the twig and the presence of evil.

"Why do you test me? Let us finish what we have not yet started so that I may go my own way." The elf bellowed to the wind. The oaks swayed ever so slightly as the wind picked up. Time was lost as always when adreniline pumps strength into you weary bones, and energizes your weakened body. A count of heart beats was the only way, yet somehow, when contemplating the demise of ones self, taking the time to do such trifle things is useless, and unconvientent. All senses must be used and to find one who hides so easily and quickly as if it was second nature, one must focus all the harder, and so it was with him, now.

Soon. Very soon now. It is stalking me. Circling. Baiting. Testing. All. This creature is no first time killer.