Morwyn Storm had been a citizen of Yomenïampa all her life, all one hundred plus years of it. She had rarely been more than a few miles away from the treetop city, and when she was away from the city it was never alone. All of that; however, was about to change.

"Morwyn! Morwyn, we're about to depart!" The words came from the branches below the young (in Elf standards) girl. Her pale blue eyes glanced down upon the man in charge of the hunting party that had been assembled. He was willingly aged -- for Elves did not age unless they were willing -- with graying blond hair that was tied back in a simple black rope. He was clothed in light green materials that matched the surrounding forests. His name was Marquis Elyria and he had been a very successful Captain in the Elven Army for many, many centuries.

"I'm coming, sir!" Morwyn replied in her beautiful voice. But what Elves didn't have beautiful voices? That trait was a given to any of the Elves and she was no different. Attractive, but no more so than any other of her kind, Morwyn's hair was the only thing that made her different from many other Elves. She had dark hair, the color of night. Her lithe body was shrouded in a simple tunic of light gray that seemed to change color in the sunlight and simple black pants that clung to her long legs. She quickly stepped to the edge of the city platform and dropped down, her extremely agile body rolling in midair and she landed on her feet gracefully upon a thick branch of the tree.

Joining the rest of the hunting party, Morwyn inspected each of the men briefly. She was the only woman with the group, and Captain Elyria was the only one of any significant importance. Morwyn had never fit the role of a female Elf. She was unmarried and had no skills in cooking or any other homemaking activities. She was not artistic or interested in being any kind of educator. Morwyn's truelove lay in the wilderness, and in combat, especially hunting. This was the reason why she was included in Elyria's hunting party, without her Father's knowledge or consent.

The party of six made their way down the long, spiraling stairway that had been carved into the trees to allow access to the Elven treetop city of Yomenïampa. As the group came to the base of the stairs, a pair of large wooden doors opened slowly and allowed them to exit from city into the forests. Streams of sunlight seeped through the numerous thick trees onto the ground below, illuminating all sorts of flora and fauna as the hunting party continued on through the forests.

After several hours of traveling through the forests outside of the Elven City, the hunting party reached a branch in the path that they were on. Stepping ahead of the small group of Elves, Morwyn and Marquis studied the paths before the Elven Captain spoke. “We shall go right, towards the Plains.”

The other elves nodded and followed forth along the path which took them down along the banks of a long, flowing river. The river was edged with large stones polished smooth by the water flowing around them. As the party of elves continued on, Morwyn’s eyes spotted rustling in the bushes up away from the bank of the river. She pointed over towards the bush once she had the attention of the others.

“Probably just a small boar… what we’re hunting for wouldn’t be able to hide in bushes…” Marquis added nonchalantly as he led the group past the rustling bushes. Suddenly a shrill, high pitched battle cry echoed from the brush and several dark figures rushed forward, brandishing curved blades and daggers.

They were roughly four feet tall and had dark green flesh. Their faces were far from attractive, but they were obviously bloodthirsty. Marquis and the other elves turned and drew their weapons. Morwyn quickly drew her short bow and an arrow from her quiver. “ORC!!!”

As the group of Orc rushed forward, the elves with close combat weapons met them halfway. Blades clashed as the shorter, but stronger Orc started to battle the Elves. Morwyn’s eyes watched in horror as one of her own people was caught by a dagger in his abdomen and then through his chest.

The elves fought back valiantly, taking down two Orc for every Elf. However; they were soon overwhelmed by numbers as a dozen more Orc, this time on the backs of large canines known as Wargs, emerged from the trees.

Drawing back on her bowstring, Morwyn lifted her bow and took aim on the lead Orc on Warg combo and released an arrow directly through the head of the Orc. As the Orc tumbled from the back of the Warg, the large canine continued its attack, leaping onto one of the elves and ripping out his throat with incredible jaws.

Morwyn quickly knocked another arrow into her bowstring and drew back again, only to see Marquis turn towards her. His mouth opened as if he wanted to scream, but a curved sword through his back interrupted him. His eyes grew large as a Warg leapt onto him and started to tear him apart.

Morwyn quickly lowered her bow, shocked by what she had just seen. One of the Wargs turned towards her and started to charge her, its body loping with every bound. Morwyn growled and quickly lifted her bow just as the Warg leapt towards her. She released the arrow quickly. As the arrow hit the Warg square in its eyeball, Morwyn ducked under the momentum powered beast, allowing it to hit a tree and collapse to the ground.

As she realized how outnumbered she was, Morwyn turned and started to run, crashing through the bushes and trees. The Orc and Wargs gave chase relentlessly. Morwyn ran as fast as she could, not even daring to look over her shoulder because she could hear her pursuers.

OOC: If anyone wishes to join in this topic, the NPC's of the role play are pretty much cannon fodder. You can slaughter them, just remember that MORWYN is the main character.

Arthur had been passing through the forests outside of the elven home when he smelled shadowspawn. It was rare for shadowspawn to pass so close to the elven home and they did it was never a good sign. It would mean that likely the outside guards had either been over run or had been gotten past. Arthur could already smell blood and he was no where near where they were. He could also smell elves but they did not know what lay ahead of them.

If he could get there in time he might warn them, the space was not to inclosed and he coudl fly but they might not take him for a friend. He had passsed through their land often enough but they still distrusted him no matter how many of their kind he had rescued back when he was an evil dragon slayer. He decided his human form would be for the best and he began to run fast and hard toward the smell of elves. After awhile he began to smell blood elvish blood and he realized he was to late but he could smell a living one not to far away beign chased. HE unsheathed his sword and got ready hsi sheild and went off in the direction. Finallyy he caught up to the sounds and acutllay managed to get in fron of the assualt as he saw it was an elven girl running toward his direction she did not seem to see him but as she ran past he looekd at the orcs as they came and he smiled. HE took a big breath and as they came he blew. Fire escaped between his lips even in human form he had some control of the dragons fire inside him.

The fire sent the orcs back burning and killing a few. THey fell back but they would be back and not only after the girl.

Morwyn plunged through the trees right next to the half dragon and she tripped over a large root, screaming as she went down to her face and grabbed her ankle tightly, pulling it up to her body painfully. She rolled around as the Orc were almost on her and then flames engulfed them!

The orc screamed and started to flee. Pale gray eyes, filled with tears, looked up to her savior as she still cradled her ankle. She didn't know who he was, but he had saved her and she started to sit up wincing painfully. She spoke slowly. "Thank you... they slaughtered us. All of my hunting party..."

Arthur watched the orcs flee before turning to the elven girl who was holding her ankle. It was not a good sign but it probbaly could not have been avoided. He bent down and listned as she spoke and he answered," Your lucky then, I have seen worse, and it was no problem, I only wish I had gotten here sooner". He looked around listening for any sound and decided there was none yet.

HE then looked at her ankle and and sighed and said," It might be sprained, can you walk, because they might be back, Orcs are easliy startled but they will be back and in greater numbers". He did not want to sound to pushy but he knew what numbers they could send and he would be no match for them because he would be worryign for her. It was no big problem though he just didn't like peopel getting hurt.

Morwyn rolled over to her hands and she slowly pushed up to her feet, wincing as she tried to keep weight off the sprained ankle. It hurt but she knew he was right. She looked around and blinked softly. "They must be planning to attack the city, to be so close!"

She glanced around again and then she pointed in the general direction of her home, unknowingly leaning her body weight against the man who had saved her. "Please, you must help me warn them!!!"

Arthur looked at her and said," Not likely, orcs are stupid but not that stupid, probably just a raiding party". He helped her up as she leaned against Arthur held her up and started walking and said," Of course I could be wrong, still its better safe than sorry, we will warn them together, I can carry you at least that far".

Arthur murmered to himself about it never being easy. Of course there would be no challenge in life if it was. Arthur then said," At least you aren't hurt to bad, it could be worse". He then looked around and shook his head and said," I am Arthur by the way, but as you can probably tell by the fire that escaped from my mouth I am more than I seem". He paused briefly at that and said," Lets just hope, I don't get the welcome I got here the last time I was arounf, or they might not be in a mood to listen".

Selvanosilos sat down. He'd been walking all day and was starting to feel a bit winded. Stopping to rest by a stream, he drank from his waterskin, then refilled it. As he dug into his pack for some dried jerkey, the freind of mercenaries, he heard a noise. Looking up, he found several orcs, no more than half a dozen in number, comeing through the bushes further downstream, chattering in victory. Probably hit some little merchant and think they're the best thing this side of a dragon. Silvanosilos thought, dropping his pack and drawing his dagger. He doubted the orcs were going to attack out of the blue, but then again, with the stupid beasts who could tell? His hopes that he wouldn't have to fight were dashed only seconds later when two more orcs, this time riding wargs, apeared from the brush. Orcs were stupid, but wargs didn't get involved unless there was a lot to gain. If there were wargs, it meant trouble for the region.

Aparently the inteligent wolves had decided this course, being thirsty, as they rapidly drank from the stream. Sudenly, as the halfdragon had fearfully predicted, one of the wargs stopped, and sniffed. Lazily, it looked over at Selanosilos for confirmation, than snapped a command at the orcs. The orcs blinked, looked around, and noticed the half-dragon, less than one hundered feet away. They looked back to the wargs, one of them grunting a question. Aparently, the question was stupid, for soon the orc was without a head. The warg bellowed, something between a howl and a growl, and the orcs snapped to atention, turning on their target, and started to shout and charge.

Silvanosilos had not been idle the whole time however. if the orcs had charged imediatly upon the wargs command, he would have had no choice but to flee. As it stood, their hesitation gave him an oportunity. Snaping his arms rapidly through the necesary genstures, he intoned the words of power in a flat voice which eirily echoed off the emty air. "Monemona nomie manamos nomaoi manaraa mannaranaaa narianammaas." He finished just as the orcs began to shout.

One of the orcs, the one in the lead, halted, causing the others to slam into him. After a bit of argueing and punches amoung them, the wargs came over, snapping, and demanded an answer. The orc pointed. The water was freezing over. The other orcs considered this, scrathcing their heads in confusion. One of the wargs got it though, glarign at the half-dragon. Then the spell erupted. Whipping frozen winds blew from the surface of the frozen river, pelting the orcs and wargs with ice and snow in a miniature blizzard. The orcs, panicked, began to flee. The wargs barked and sanpped for them to return. The wargs had thick coats, they didn't fear the bitting snow.

Selvanosilos knew this, and knew the orcs would rally, even in the face of obvious sorcery. That's why he'd prepaired thsi following gambit. Wargs may not fear the cold, but even they couldn't survive beign frozen solid. Having drawn in a deep breath, the dragon kin let it mix with the energies inherant to all dragon kind, and released. A stream of water pelted warg and rider, coatign them in water as they were knocked down and held still by teh pressure. They struggled, buth they were numb, findign it hard to move. The orcs died rapidly, frozen to death. The wargs lingered on a few minutes more, barking at Silvanosilos, possibly trying to cut some sort of deal as their body's coated with ice and they foudn breathing dificult. The half-dragon just picked up his pack and prepaired to move on, leaving the wargs to beg. He didn't speak orc anway.

Morwyn started to walk back towards the Elven city with the help of Arthur when she felt the cold blowing from downstream. She instinctively drew her simple cloak around herself and kept one of her arms around Arthur's shoulders to keep off of the sprained ankle.

She had no idea what was going on downstream, but she had to warn the Elves. She started to walk, or limp, as fast as she could with the help of Arthur. She took an arrow into her left hand. Without both hands to fire, it would be ineffective as much more than a dagger.

"My name is Morwyn Storm..." she hadn't finished speaking when, several yards ahead of them, a half dozen extremely tall and muscular figures emerged from the trees. All of them were welding long curved scimitars. Morwyn's eyes turned to fright as she realized what she was looking at. "Uruk-hai!!!!"

She quickly spun the arrow in her hand in a defensive position. Uruk-hai in the same place as Orc was a bad sign... very bad!

Arthur looked as the Uruk-hai came into view and he cursed his luck and said," Blood and Bloody ashes its never easy". He looked around checkign for any way that they might be able to escape with Arthur having to do anythign desperate. He saw none. He looked to Morwyn and said," Alright there is no way out besides the desperation way, I need to know do you trust me enough to hold on for dear and not look down". He then looked as the Uruk-hai started comign closer but slowly knowing there was no way for their prey to escape.

He then said," Hurry up or I may have to do somethign that could hurt us both".

Morwyn nodded and she quickly wrapped her arms around Arthur's shoulders as tight as she could. She looked at the Uruk-hai and then back to Arthur. "Go... do something!"

She watched as the largest uruk-hai ran forward and took his sword into both hands, drawing back as he prepared to swing at Arthur with a mighty growl.

Arthur smiled and said," Alright here it goes". Arthur eyes changed in an istant to their slighted form as they glew as if with fire and he transfromed almost in the blink of an eye. Soon the 12 foot blue half-dragon stood before the shocked Uruk-Hai and without a second thought he held onto the girl and took off on his mighty wings. He looked down and the Uruk-hai started shouting in their own language porbably somethign about shooting him down.

He then said to the girl in his gruff dragon voice," Whatever you do not look down, this might be a bit rough, I have never had to carry a person before, but I should be able to get you to the elves in time, this is no raid, it seems I may have underestimated the enemy, it may cost me". He then flew hard and fast dodging the arrows that started coming his way makign sure to hold the elf girl tight and keep her out of harm.

What is this? Blue half-dragon's visit the elves day? Well, guess I don't need to risk my neck for them. Just need to get to the city. Probably be paying a load for mercs to handle this lot latter. But for now, I don't mind Orcs realy, but shooting at dragon-kin is bad for your health. a blizzard would give me away, but....this should be good. Crouching in the bushes, the half-dragon quickly described an idea in dragonic. Clossing his eyes, he pictured it. The screaming Uruk-hai indicated that the illusion worked. Looking upon the scene, he couldn't hep but smile at the sight of a snake made of fire bearing down on the Uruk-hai. That illusion will scare them off for a fe minutes. Now to get to the city. Noting a clear rout, he sprinted off, hoping to reach the city quickly.