Justin M wrote:
Your story is only getting better! Keep it up!
Thanks Justin!A Hidden TerrorLCC - A Hidden Terror
by Erathor Pridenar
, on FlickrGarheim. A desolate place at any time, and even more so now Galainir was in power. The snow was thick on the ground as Erathor neared the place marked on his map. One of the crystals that would help regain the Sword of Arondor was supposed to be hidden here, and it was his task to find it.
As he rode, Erathor heard a hollow sound coming from beneath the untouched snow.
"Its here," he said to himself, "and its underground." Tying his horse to a seemingly lifeless tree, he looked around for an entrance to whatever was below. A small cave to his left looked promising so, readying his sword and shield, he stepped inside.
The cave had no back wall that could be seen; it was a long cavern lit only by thin shafts of light that came through cracks in the rocky ceiling. A crunching sound on the floor turned out to be old bones getting crushed by Erathor's feet. He winced and continued on his lonely path, seeing more bones and skulls lying on the ground as he went along.
A sudden pang of fear gripped his heart. A weapon lay in front of him, a weapon that was not used by men.
"Orcs," he said. "Orcs live here."Cutting Through the DarkLCC - Cutting Through the Dark
by Erathor Pridenar
, on FlickrErathor hurried on through the darkening cavern, his sword held out in front. Evil sounds came from every direction, and he didn’t know which way to look. The thought of his wife Eleanor at home pushed him on. She would be waiting for his successful return, something he would make happen soon.
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared on the path in front. It was an orc brandishing a curved sword with a hungry look on its face.
“They’ve found me,” Erathor whispered to himself as more of the vile creatures surrounded him.
“For the Glory of Loreos!” Yelling his battle cry Erathor rushed forward, cutting down the first orc and knocking away a blow from another with his shield. Never before had the orcs faced such resistance in the caves they knew so well. Never before had anyone resisted them in such a way. Their prey fought like a mad thing, hacking his way through the mass of bodies that lined the route ahead. Many fell at his feet.
Erathor fought as he’d never fought before, thrusting one way then slicing in the other direction. He raised his sword for a heavy blow when suddenly his foe vanished. Realising that this man would not be such easy meat they disappeared off into the blackness of the caves, and Erathor ran onwards.
I hope you like these guys! The next two parts shall be posted here soon
By the way, these are both built for the 'Quest for the Sword of Arondor', something I am taking part in in the LCC.