Jorofyde was exploring one day North of Britain near the mountain pass to Despise. He was fending off various orcs and other nasty beasts when he noticed something was wrong. He wasn?t quite sure what was wrong, but something felt out of place. There was something in the air, yet he decided to continue on. As he reached the beginning of the pass, he stopped dead in his tracks. Jorofyde looked about, sniffing the air, and listening to the rustling leaves. He let out a low, worried hum.
"Smell, me smell. no mean, smell speaken, wood speaken? No...me smell...", he said.
All of the sudden a slender dark elf, wearing chain mail and bone armor, stepped out from behind a tree on the south side of the pass. He grinned as he rested his left hand on the hilt of his scimitar. The dark and handsome elf said, "Hail, good Centaur. I am Elrithrariand, what might your name be?" with a wicked grin on his face.
"Me Jorofyde, what want?" Jorofyde asked with a worried look on his face.
"Why would you ask that? Mayhap I just wanted to help heal those wounds that orc caused." he replied quickly.
Jorofyde looked at him, trying to figure him out.
Elrithrariand sighed and said, "You Centaurs are no fun you know that? Can't have a simple conversation with you without having to decipher what you say." He drew his scimitar and continued on by saying, "Well I guess I'll get to the point." Then he said while running his finger over the tip of his blade, "Give me all your valuables or die. That may sound very harsh, and it is entirely your fault. I was going to be nice about it, but you brought this on yourself. So do yourself a favor this time and just hand over everything."
Jorofyde yelled, "NO, me no scare, go dark speaken, GO! Me no scare!"
Elrithrariand shook his head in pity and said, "Stupid Centaur..."
Elrithrariand stiffened up, shifted his weight forward, and jumped forward. He slashed at the Centaur's right front leg. He hit right below the knee and drew the blade up and swung his blade around and chopped down at his right rear leg, hitting on his calf. Jorofyde reared up on his hind legs, turning his human torso to the right and thrusting his spear down at Elrithrariand's back. Elrithrariand rolled under the rearing Centaur to avoid the spear, the spear stuck deep in the ground. Elrithrariand looked up at the exposed underbelly of the Centaur, he grinned and jabbed his scimitar up, deep into the Centaur's chest. He rolled to the left out from under the Centaur's falling body.
He chuckle as he took everything of value from the dead centaur and said, "You should have done yourself that favor my friend."
Preying on the weak, Part 2
Elrithrariand grinned as he seen the human in the Britain graveyard. He stood back trying to stay in the shadows. He watched closely and noticed him bleeding profusely, and that he was desperately trying to stop it. The human was hurt badly by the spectre. Elrithrariand grinned to himself then rushed forward and began to summon his strongest magicks. He threw the magical arrows as fast as he can. Three or four made contact and Elrithrariand rushed by him around the side of the tomb. He leaned back up against the wall as he unslung his shield from his back and drew his verite scimitar from its scabbard. The human ran blindly around the corner, probably trying to figure out what was going on. Elrith grinned as he sees him rush by him. He swung his scimitar at his back, but the human managed to notice him at the last second and barely got out of the way.
The human ran north around the tomb making a way for the northern gate of the graveyard. Elrithrariand rushed after him and finally caught up with him on the north side, right as the human was making his way out of the gate. He brought his scimitar down in an overhead sweeping motion as hard and as fast as he could. It came down hard onto the man's armored shoulder, effectively breaking it. As the human stumbled and fell to one knee, Elrith smiled and grabbed the human's hair, ripping his head back. He put the blade to his throat and drew it across, leaving a thin line of blood. After a second, blood began to pour out; the human gurgled and fell forward onto his face. Elrithrariand chuckled and began to hack the body to pieces. He put the head into his backpack and spread the parts out in a splayed position with his armor and weapons strewn about. The glint of gold covered in blood caught Elrithrariand's eye. He took the gold and threw it into his pack. He rushed off into the woods north of town disappearing into the dark before guards would come to investigate.