Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150224132851/@comment-5543592-20150226021546

Everything was silent. Lorcan edged closer out of his bush, careful not to make a noise, as he spyed his prey. The elk looked up innocently, glancing around at it's surrouds for danger. Satisfied, it went back to grazing. Lorcan made his move. Thundering out of the bursh in a dead sprint, pumping his arms and legs. The creature turned it's head to look at him, was terrified by the man charging straight for it, and ran ahead. The elk sped ahead, and Lorcan's eyes widened in fear that his meal might get away. He threw himself at the animal, landing on it's back. Man and beast tumbled one over the other, falling right off an incline, dropping several feet, and landed with a crash next to a fort.

Lorcan groaned in pain. He was sprawled on his back, with the now dead elk lying next to him. He moved to stand up and growled in pain. He was almost certain his ankle was broken. That wouldn't be a problem in a few moments. His parentage saw to that.

The Trollkin pulled himself into a sitting position. Already he could feel the bones slowly sliding back into place and healing.

He palmed the stone wall of the fort next to him. Where was he?