After his food he left for the white city. He walked out to a nearby ruin but then he saw a Urk officer looking at him. The urk looked like a pig rolling in filth. He swang his double edge sword at Ardorn.
Ardorn skilfully ducked under the attack and took out his sword and severed off one of the urks hands. It went crazy smashing his sword all over the fragile ruin. The urk Charged Ardorn using his left leg to kick Ardorn in the chest Ardorn, Ardorn fell like rain. Ardorn kicked the urk witch dislocated the urks leg.
The urk howled in pain. In this time Ardorn got back up to fight. Ardorn gave the urk a back hand but the orc cached his arm and smashed it with his other arm. As a last resort Ardorn took an arrow out with his good hand and stabbed the urk in the neck. The orc let go of Ardorns arm.
The beast was gargling and choking on his on dark blood. Ardorn yelled out “FUCK YOU” but Ardorn needed help for his arm and all his other injury’s and headed to Minis Tirth. Half way there Ardorn decided to make camp and basked under the night sky.
Ardorn arm was still hurting and had to find a docter. Ardorn only took what he needed, Ardorn looked at the vast city in al its glory. All 6 layers of the city were perfect. It merged with the mountains like if mother nature herself created the great city. There was raincloads over the mountains that shadowed the city.
Ardorn made his way to the gate. The gate casted a shardow over Ardorn. Argron walked into the grand city and was welcomed with the smell of freash bread. That leader was right the food here is great.
But as Ardorn walked further into the city there was something that was disturbing him.Ardorn asked the locals if they can show him the way to the docter. After a while Ardorn was told were to go. Ardore opened the door The smell was over whelimg, the smell of herbs burnt the inside of his nose.
"Who is it" yelled the old hag. "you better be dieing if you want help" "No i am here about my arm" the old women had a annyoid look on her face. "Fine come here" Ardorn sat on a old chiar that had a hard time holding his entire wight. The old hag had a look at his arm and applyed a strange oiment. His arm started to feel better. "done that will be 1 gold please' Ardorn had relised that the once green oiment vanished into his arm.
(stay tuned)
Ardorn skilfully ducked under the attack and took out his sword and severed off one of the urks hands. It went crazy smashing his sword all over the fragile ruin. The urk Charged Ardorn using his left leg to kick Ardorn in the chest Ardorn, Ardorn fell like rain. Ardorn kicked the urk witch dislocated the urks leg.
The urk howled in pain. In this time Ardorn got back up to fight. Ardorn gave the urk a back hand but the orc cached his arm and smashed it with his other arm. As a last resort Ardorn took an arrow out with his good hand and stabbed the urk in the neck. The orc let go of Ardorns arm.
The beast was gargling and choking on his on dark blood. Ardorn yelled out “FUCK YOU” but Ardorn needed help for his arm and all his other injury’s and headed to Minis Tirth. Half way there Ardorn decided to make camp and basked under the night sky.
Ardorn arm was still hurting and had to find a docter. Ardorn only took what he needed, Ardorn looked at the vast city in al its glory. All 6 layers of the city were perfect. It merged with the mountains like if mother nature herself created the great city. There was raincloads over the mountains that shadowed the city.
Ardorn made his way to the gate. The gate casted a shardow over Ardorn. Argron walked into the grand city and was welcomed with the smell of freash bread. That leader was right the food here is great.
But as Ardorn walked further into the city there was something that was disturbing him.Ardorn asked the locals if they can show him the way to the docter. After a while Ardorn was told were to go. Ardore opened the door The smell was over whelimg, the smell of herbs burnt the inside of his nose.
"Who is it" yelled the old hag. "you better be dieing if you want help" "No i am here about my arm" the old women had a annyoid look on her face. "Fine come here" Ardorn sat on a old chiar that had a hard time holding his entire wight. The old hag had a look at his arm and applyed a strange oiment. His arm started to feel better. "done that will be 1 gold please' Ardorn had relised that the once green oiment vanished into his arm.
(stay tuned)
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