Lauryl and his friend Lamine walk from amongst the trees. the set their eyes on a cave. After analyzing the cave, Lauryl slowely walks toward the cave. He notices orc tracks covering the ground. From the looks of the tracks, he figures that there are anywhere from 20 to 30 orcs in the cave. He thinks that since it is about the time that people will eat, most of the orcs will not be in the cave. He tells his friend "It looks like most of the orcs are out hunting. We will clear the caves and set traps for the other orcs." Lauryl looks deep in the caves to see if any of the orcs have spoted them right away. After seeing no orcs, he tells his friend, "Start setting the traps and I will start to clear the cave."

Lamine says "Ok. Will set up a few traps for our friends *chuckles* I will guess that our friends will be back in about an hour or so. We must hurry. We have no time to waste" Lamine quickly walks back towards the entrance to the cave to begin setting the traps. She takes her bow and wedges it horizontally between two rocks. She then places an arrow on the bow. Next, she ties a string to the sting on the bow. Now Lamine weaves the string around a small stalagmite on the floor and ties the end on the other side of the cave. The string seems to be pretty close to the ground. The orcs won't see it coming. Now that Lamine is weaponless, she soes into the forest to find a nice sized branch that she could use as a club. After finding a nice sized branch, she goes back to the cave to assist her friend.

Lauryl has fought agianst many orcs before, but never has she seen such a big cave owned by orcs before. After walking down the cave for about 70 feet, he found his first door. After inspecting the door, he found axe marks and claw marks all over the door. After seeing this, his eyes widened as he knew where he was. Lauryl and Lamine have steped into a ogre cave. Lauryl has fought against ogres before, but it almost cost him his life. He will consalt his friend to see if they will stay or not. Just then, the door busted open. Out flew one of the smelliest orcs that he has ever smelt. The orc landed on the other side of the cave and flew to the ground motionless. Out from the door stepped a giant ogre. With one swish of Lauryl's Scimatar, he took out the tendins of the ogre. The ogre fell to his knees in pain. With another swing from his sword, he cut the orge's neck making the ogre fall to the floor lifeless. After this quick fight, Lauryl peeked into the rooms to see three orcs and two ogres fighting in this rather large room. the air smeels of blood, just the thing to excite him. Lauryl decides to wait in the cave for the battle to end before he continues in.

As Lauryl and Lamine wait for the battle to end, they hear behind them the loud snap of the bow's string and the high pitched that could only be that of a goblin or kobold.

After finishing the trap and finding a new weapon. Lamine decides to find his friend. After walking down the tuneel, he finds his friend signaling me to get down. As I take cover next to the door, Lauryl explains to me what the situation is. It seems we have steped into a war. "Lets rush in and kill them now and suprise anyone else that comes in." He looked behind him to make sure no one came in behind him. Seeing a small humanoid, he turns back around and says, "Someone aproaches."

"Lets rush in!" In a bust of rage, Lauryl runs into the death filled room and looks for the closest enemy to kill. Only seeing one ogre and one orc left, he moves in to kill the ogre. Striking the unaware ogre's knee, the ogre flies to the ground in a terrible pain. as the ogre is flying to the ground the orc's axe busts through the head of the ogre, spilling the brains of the ogre on the groung. Blood spils from the open wound. The orcs eyes light up in fear at the site of the enraged elf. Before the orc could react, Lauryl's sword flew into the orc's heart, causing the orc to fall lifeless to the ground. The room was now filled with the blood and death. The Elf's lavender eyes seem to glow at the smell.

Lamine enters the room as Lauryl fights the ogre and orc. She looks around for anything that could be used to drop on someone as they try to walk in. Finding nothing of use, Lamine takes cover behind a desk beside the door, awaiting anyone who enters. "Lauryl, we need to go out to get my bow. It is at the entrance. It was part of a trap that I set up. If we go out slowely, we could get it." Lamine looks at his friend. Lauryl's lavender eyes glowing. Lamine has seen this look before. Every battle he gets himself into, he does this. Its like something takes over his body and has a thurst for blood.

Lauryl walks to the mangled corps and hovers above the now unrecognizable orc. He takes his scimitar from the orc's body and wipes off the blood on the orc's cloths. Lauryl looks at his friend and seems to lose his balance and catches himself on a chair in the room. His eyes widen and then go back to normal. He then crouches beside the door, waiting for any creature dumb enough to enter.

Lamine looks at his friend and says, "Are you Ok? This is the first time that I have ever seen stumble over after a fight. You weren't hit were you?" Lamine looks over his friends body for any signs of injury. Seeing nothing, he gives a puzzled look to Lauryl. He thinks to himself, "What is this guy, he fights with the strength of many men, but he wobles after a little fight. I don't get him."

"It's odd. I see a battle, and I'm ok. Once the sweat smell of the blood hit me nose, something seemed to take over me. Once this happened, I began to thurst for blood. I begin to kill anyone who is not my friend. After a while though, I seem to get tired and woozy. I don't know how this happened, but I will find out why this happens to me. Shh, someone's coming." In the hallway, the faint echos of goblins seemed to get closer and closer until the sound stopped right by the door. Lauryl arms himself with his scimitar ready for anything. Seeing a goblin chieftain out of the corner of his eye, he signals to Lamine to attack. Lauryl bursts through the door once more and his scimitar slides right through the suprised goblin's chest. He then slides the scimitar ever so gracefully out agian and slices the suprised goblin beside him droping him the the cold cave floor.

With his friend leading the way, Lamine jumps from within the room onto one of the unsuspecting goblins. Her newly found club in hand, she strikes the goblin on the neck, snapping it in half. With a second burst of energy, she jabs the club into the gut of another goblin. The goblin fell to the floor screaming in pain. To ease the sufferings of this poor goblin, Lamine slams her club into the goblins head, crushing the skull into pieces. Lamine looks down the cave towards the entrance only to see more goblins coming. From the looks of things, there were about 20 more goblins coming down the cave. Lamine tells Lauryl "We need to hide! Come on. Follow me." Lamine runs away from the goblins down the cave. Finding a small alcove in the wall, Lamine jumps in to hide from the oncoming goblins.

As Lamine jumps into the alcove that Vissage was resting in, Vissage sees him out of the corner of his eye and moves out of the way just in the nick of time. He then pulls out his katana and quickly puts it to Lamines throat. He then quietly says, What are you doing you fool. He then hears the sound of the goblins and Lauryl and quickly lowers his katana and leaps into darkness and vanishes as Lauryl comes near.

Lauryl runs down the hall ay s swiftly and quietly as he could. Seeing Lamine jump into an alcove, Lauryl quickly jumps in after her. Seeing the terrified look upon his friend, he asks her "What's wrong? what happened to you?" as he says this he looks over his shoulder to make sure none of the goblins followed him in the alcove. Having an uneasy feeling about things, Lauryl draws his sword and awaits what happens next.

Lamine shakes her head to try to figure things out. With an uneasy tone in his voice, Lamine tells her friend "As I fell into this alcove, I seem to have jumped into the sleeping area of some foul beast. he took some kind of blade to my throat and the he vanished. I don't like the looks of this cave. we should go back. I don't know how much more wecan take. but we also need to find out what is up with this battle. Why is there different tribes fighting? If things get any worse, we must leave quickly. We can always send someone to clean this place up. Don't you agree?" Lamine looks about the small alcove. She can't seem to find anything around that would give any clues to who was behind her. "Still. We musn't stay here. This area is unsafe. We should take our chances with the goblins. Just then, you could hear a faint voice saying something in a sort of made up language, that of what wizards use. All of the sudden, the earth starts to shake and you hear the faint voices of goblins crying out in pain, then silence. "Ok, now i think we should stay here."

Lomefè walks slowly up to the pile of rocks she created from her spell hat missfired. She sighs and says to herself "All that training at the academy and this happens." Lomefè slowly climbs to the top of the pile to see if she can see anyone on the other side. "I thought I heardLamine's big mouth. Hmph. I wonder where she is. She told me that this is where she was going." Lomefè decides to yell into the cave for Lamine "Lamine, are you in there? Lauryl, how about you?"

In a sigh of relief, Lamine emerges from the shadows. It's about time you show up Lomefè. I was beginning to think you were never going to show up. It looks like we are in the midst of a feud between rivaling clans. I don't think it's safe here.Lamine walks to the entrance of the cave and picks up her bow and straps it to her back. I think we should investigate the rest of this cave for clues to why these tribes are fighting.

Lomefè walks to her friends and asks, What have you guys been doing here? It seems like you guys are always causing trouble and I am forced to rescue you. Lomefè laughs and gazes at Lauryl's blood soaked cloths. It would appear you have been keeping busy. Tell me about these "clan wars." I might know something that can help us.

Lauryl wipes the sweat from his face. You just love to make a grand entrance don't you? Lauryl takes whips his scimitar and slides it back into place at his side. He looks outside and gazes upon the mangled corpses. Seems a heavy battle took place. I can still smell something... Is it... Fear? What would cause them to be fearful? I don't like the looks of things here. Lauryl looks back to his friends with an uneasy feeling in his eyes.