Adovar De'Siltar

[Deltrov]

So this is my newest piece. It is pretty much made up as I go along and purely a channel for my creativeness lol. Please enjoy and any feedback is more than welcome







Intro:

Adovar De'siltar sighed and shifted his feet. 'How can it be so hot so far below ground?' He thought to himself for what must have been the hundredth time. He rolled his shoulders and almost bumped into the man behind him. Not a hard thing to do given his situation.

The formation of human swordsmen stood packed in the dark, roughly hewn hall. Hall might have been too grand of a term. Adovar would have called it a tunnel. They were one of many strike forces, sixty men strong, spread out through the drow tunnel system surrounding Az Kelzavan, a large drow city. For some reason, they were attacking the darkness dwelling elves. There must have been a good reason, but footmen were not privy to such details, only orders.

He took a quick glance at the Assault Captain. Captain Pierce was in charge of the team Adovar was in. The first Fist as the very first attackers that would hit the city. He knew the Second Fist was somewhere behind them, waiting for the time to move. That is, if the enemy did not strike first. That was a very real possibility. One that Adovar hoped did not come to pass.

An hour or so passed before a messenger arrived, sweating and out of breath. He spoke a few words to the captain and departed as swiftly as he arrived. The captain looked towards the darkness of the tunnel that led to the city. He gripped the hilt of his sword at his wast. He seemed frustrated to Adovar. Finally, he faced the First Fist to address them.

"Bad news warriors. We are commanded to report to flanking tunnels around the Battle Hammer", which was the main, massive force of warriors that would be used to crush the enemy after the fists broke the enemies front defenses.

Adovar released a grunt of frustration and was not surprised to find he was not the only one.

"Follow me. Move out." The captain turned on his heel and led the fist along the tunnel until they turned off and into a different tunnel that branched off. For a few minutes, the only sound was the footfalls and rattling of equipment echoing off of the walls. Then, Adovar started to hear a sort of clatter. After a few seconds, it escalated to the sound of battle.

"What the...?" he heard the captain think out loud. "Double fast, march!" the fist took off at a jog, heading towards the opening at the end of the tunnel. Adovar nearly stopped dead when he emerged in the massive cavern that housed the Battle Hammer.

The main assault force was surrounded on all sides by a seething mass of black armored drow forces. Blood was running freely across the smooth, rocker floor and hundreds of human bodies lay scattered around the cavern. If the did not get reinforced, the Battle Hammer would fall to a man.

"Messengers, carry message to the other fists to make haste to reinforce! First Fist will Charge! March!" With a brutal roar, Adovar unsheathed his pride and joy, his gleaming bastard sword. He charged across the glistening red floor. by the time the drow forces were aware of the attacking fist, it had already collided into the dark ranks. Blood made mist in the air as the first couple of ranks were cut down.

Being a few ranks back, it took a minute or two before Adovar reached his fist enemy. The tall, lithe enemy was clad in overlapping plate armor. Normally that would be very heavy, but the elves used magic and special steel forged only in the deepest mines to create the armor. It weighed about as much as chain mail. The armor was lacquered black so as to blend with the shadows of the darkness of their realm.

A long, thin sword dared at Adovar's ribs. He turned the attack aside and countered. Bu the drow were exceptional warriors. The two traded fora few blows back and forth before Adovar knocked the blade high, feinted to the neck and stabbed around the armor into the thigh. The drow's sword clattered to the ground and his scream was lost in the deafening din of the fight. Adovar's next strike removed the doomed drow's head. Adovar had only a moment of respite before another enemy rushed him. A quick, furious fight left the black skinned elf twitching on the ground.

Suddenly, he found himself back pedaling as two drow fell on him at once. Fending off attacks from the left and right, Adovar sought one of his fellow humans to assist. After a few paces on of the further back rank men stepped forward from slaying an enemy. The fight seemed to ave collapsed from formations to clumps of furious fighting.

Adovar and his partner quickly downed the two enemies and he found himself a few moments of respite. The clumps of humans were being forced back, away from the Battle Hammer. 'We need more men.' He thought and glanced back to the tunnel they had emerged from. The other fists should have been arriving by that time. Where were they?

He looked back to the fight and noted one of his team mates being pushed back by a drow. Adovar rushed in and removed the dark elf's head from behind. The human nodded thanks to Adovar and rushed back into the fray.

The following minutes were a flurry of furious fighting. But no mater how many he killed, another stepped forward to confront him. After a while, he found himself being pushed back by superior numbers. After stabbing his latest enemy, he glanced back to the tunnel. There were no humans in sight. Suddenly, Adovar felt something contact his head and the world blacked out.

[Deltrov]

Pain, that was the first thing he could register. His head was throbbing with every beat of his heart. With intense effort, he cracked his eyes open. His head was oriented towards where the Battle Hammer was located. He almost gasped in disbelieve. The entire fighting force was wiped out. All that remained was a mass of bodies and perhaps a hundred drow warriors that were picking through the bodies, stabbing any living humans.

Slowly moving his eyes, Adovar tried to find his weapon. .Then he realized it was still clenched in his fist. He would have to try to make a run for it. Perhaps try to find a Fist to join up with. Suddenly , he heard movement to his left. A drow warrior stepped into view, then noticed Adovar, raised his sword. Adovar rolled to his feet and blocked the shot. Then he noticed that his sword was missing at least half of its bloody length.

He slapped the next incoming strike high and stepped forward, punching the enemy straight in the face as hard as he could. By the time the elf hit the ground, Adovar was running towards the tunnel that originally led him into the massive cavern. Turning and looking over his shoulder, the noticed three drow sprinting after him in hot pursuit. He dropped the now worthless weapon as he entered the dark tunnel. After a few seconds, he heard the thudding of boots as the three drow entered the darkness behind him.

His mind was racing. How could he take out three well trained and armed warriors when he was alone. He quickly drew his curved dagger from his best. Somehow, it would have to be enough. He very nearly passed a pitch black tunnel and, at the last second, turned into it. Spinning on his heel, he prepared to surprise his enemy. He would have to strike quickly then run. And he had to make it count.

Two of the pursuing warriors flew past. Adovar stepped out. The surprised last fighting tried to stop and failed. Adovar lowered his shoulder. The smaller, lighter enemy was stopped dead by the shorter, thicker and more heavily armored human. He was knocked straight off of his feet and hit the ground with a grunt.

Adovar kicked the weapon out of the drow's hand before he could react. The knife followed and carved a wide path through the dark skin of the warrior's neck. Before the other two could come back to cut him down, he scooped up the sword of the dead and quickly unbuckled the sheath from the drow's waist.

Looking up, Adovar realized that the other two pursuers had turned around and were running full tilt to Adovar's location. Without another moment of hesitation, he darted into the dark tunnel once again, buckling the sheath to his waist. He help the very light elven weapon in his right and hand his dripping dagger in his left.

After running for a few feet, Adovar spun, switching his dagger to his right hand. As soon as the two drow entered the tunnel, the took aim and threw. But the dagger glanced off of the enemies armor. Luckily for Adovar, it bounced up, cutting the dark elf's cheek and across his eye. Screaming in pain, the wounded drow's sword clattered to the ground as he dropped to his knee, clutching his eye.

Adovar paid the wounded no mind, as did the other charging one. They met with the loud ring of colliding blades that echoed off of the walls. Eight more times metal hit metal before the drow dropped, heart and lungs pierced through the armpit.

Adovar walked over the dead fighter and approached the wounded row, who had stumbled back into the large hall. In a moment, his neck was cut. Adovar retrieved his dagger, sheathed it, then paused to catch his breath and assess the situation.

The Battle Hammer was destroyed, as far as he knew so were the other forces. So he had to assumed the worst, that he was alone in enemy territory. Deep in enemy territory to be sure. So his next objective was to escape back to human controlled lands, and out of the drow domain.

With a grunt, he headed to the drow that had lost his eye. The dead warrior was pretty much the same size as Adovar, and the overlapping black plate armor would provide much better protection than his current apparel. He quickly pulled the corpse into the smaller tunnel.