This post is a crosspost from my blog Heroine Battleground. The Original post can be found here:
http://secrets.pirotesse.de/archives/317-Dawn-First-encounter-with-the-Fell.html
The characters are introduced in my my yahoo 360 blog and:
http://secrets.pirotesse.de/archives/315-elven-characters.html
http://secrets.pirotesse.de/archives/191-Character-Tanya.html
there.


This post is only a part of a longer story. To know what has happened before go to my yahoo 360 blog and surf around there.

Short summary: Tanya, Ayeela, Jhazir and her sister Azrael have been sent out by Aradil, the Witch Queen to restore rain to their homeland. Their great forest is suffering, because it hasn't properly rained for years now. A mighty fire is raging at the boundaries and slowly destroying the last free realm on the surface. The rest of the world has long fallen into the hands of Izrador, a dark god - and now the only god on this world. The elves face an overwhelming force of enemies, mostly orcs. But the orcs are not the only danger in their world.

An orcish patrol

There are dangers in the world of these brave elves, that even they can not easily dismiss. Even Tanya and her friends, protected by ancient magic and guided by fate cannot undo. One of these dangers in their world, the brave group of elven adventurers is about to experience now. A power that is much like the antithesis, of what the elves are. Tanya and her friends have begun their journey through the great forest.
So far away from the burning borders, it is not very dangerous for them. Though, sometimes, even here the orcish patrols dare to tread. Despite the dangers and death that might await them, for if they venture this far past the combat line, into the enemy land, the very forest itself turns on them.

A moment ago the group was still talking and especially the sister Jhazir and Azrael were constantly teasing each other, their fingers always at one another and casting hungry glances at Tanya. Leading them for the moment was Ayeela, the most magically skilled elf of the group, as that one suddenly lifted her hand.
The whole group stopped. "What have you seen?" Tanya immediately steps to Ayeelas side. Ayeela's black hair settles completely over her bare back and she stands erect, alert and listens. she is nearly a complete head taller than the rest of the group and of a lighter build than Tanya or the two sisters behind them, who have turned slightly to one another, their eyes looking forward with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Azrael has her left arm at her sister's side. Jhazir shudders very slightly.

Tanya turns her head and looks at the two. "We're strong enough for whatever might meet us here. Don't worry." She looks back forward again. Ayeela doesn't even turn her head as she speaks silently. "I can hear soldiers, maybe six of them. They are in a hurry. They don't sound like our own... and they are chased by something. Let's move forward carefully."

One by one they start moving again. Forward, very careful, spreading a bit. Ayeela falls back slightly as Tanya takes the lead. Secretly she admires the smaller elf's power and determination. Tanya's great sword hangs diagonally over her back, nearly as tall as herself. It's a miracle she can wield it all. Ayeela's own blade is a lot smaller and somewhat shorter, too. Neither of them would wield a shield. Ayeela knows, that Tanya relies on her raw power and her lack of fear. She herself wields the force of magic better than most of them do.
Ayeela can't help herself, but stare are Tanya's tight ass for some time, until she gets a grip of herself. Danger always makes her excited.

At the flanks one the sisters each takes place. To the left Jhazir, the older one and to the right, the more petite and delicately formed Azrael. Their playfulness is gone, their faces show concentration.

All their naked bodies make hardly and sound as they pass through the forest. Though it nearly noon, there is not much light down here. The trees, even dried as they are now, filter most of the light away and the days...just are not as bright anymore, since the shadow fell over the world. Even through the darkest clouds it hardly rains though.

"Just like back home.", Azrael whispers and Jhazir nods. She can see the silent tears in Azrael's eyes. The younger elf still remembers their homeland very vividly. Before it fell to the darkness, and their tribe was literally shattered, their people torn apart, it was a warm land. Harsh, but full of warmth and light. Jhazir also remembers it, but she has grown used to the loss of loves, be it land, people, or precious memories. Deep inside she believes that someday they will be able to set things right again.

Tanya suddenly raises a hand. She reaches for her back, and the others do likewise. All four elves unsheathe their swords and slowly lower themselves behind a line of shrubbery. A moment later they can all hear it well. Heavy footsteps, boots crashing through the forest, grunting shouts. The voices sound full of fear and out of breath. When orcs flee, it can only mean, something very bad is upon them.

They pass by, not even taking the chance to take a look. A group of six of them.This would be a perfect moment to take them down. Azrael can't bear waiting. Before Tanya can react, the young hunter breaks through her shielding, her naked form emerging from a massive wall of dry leaves and sticks.
Jhazir flexes and rises to. "NO! Azrael!", but all she can do is charge after her sister.

Before the powerful orcs in front of them can react, the two sisters are upon them. Tanya and Ayeela follow not far behind. The first two fall, before they even know of this danger. They are so busy with running, they couldn't take preparations for another attack from behind.

The orcs are muscular creatures with massive bodies and faces. They look savage, with their tusks, massive lower jaw and snouts instead of noses. Although the elves, and behind their back, the humans, refer to them as pig-like, they actually have not much in common with pigs. They look menacing and know how to use their strength very well - it doesn't help them against invisible enemies.
Two of the six orcs fall right away as Jhazir and Azrael strike at nearly the same moment. Their fine elven blades tear through the armor of their foes, through muscle and tendons, deep into their back. Azrael's anger is so great, that her strike hinders the orc from screaming. He simply arches, gasps soundless, a look of horror on his face, as he throws his hands up, but quickly collapses. Jhazir's target manages to scream a frustrated death-scream, and thus alerts the other warriors, but he himself also goes down without any power.

The remaining for orcs draw their weapons. Azrael raises her bloody blade, Jhazir stares at her sister with a bleak look in her eyes. "Stupid girl, you're killing not them, you're killing us!", she scolds Azrael, but stays close to her sister, her blade also pointing forward. Their naked bodies shimmer from what little light there is. These soft forms can't possibly stand the violence emanating from their foes. Muscles also flex under Jhazir's and Azrael's skin, but especially Azrael looks so delicate, the power of an orc surely would be enough to rip her naked form apart with his bare hands.

The elves were prepared though, and the orcs shiver in fear. "Wildelves! Kill those sluts!"
All of them have their weapons drawn. Two of them carry great war hammers, the leader, even a bit taller than the rest, nearly 2 steps tall wields a two-handed blade and each of them utters a battle cry full of rage and with a hint of fear. They charge at Jhazir and Azrael who duck slightly and likewise utter a war cry, but their voices nearly are inaudible under the powerful cries of the orcs.
Their enemies seem to tower over them, but before they can strike down on the elven beauties, the left orc suddenly stops, his eyes wide and the weapon slips from his hands. An arrow has struck him straight through his neck. He collapses right before Jhazir's legs and clutches his neck.

The other attacker doesn't fare much better, for behind Azrael, Tanya suddenly emerges. Her battle cry finally matches the power and fury of the orcs, and her blade swiftly severs this attackers head, so that he stumbles headless against Azrael's petite breasts and covers her with his dark blood. She shoves him aside and all four elves now face the leader.
He can't back down now, his times has come, he knows, as Ayeela also emerges in the back, a slim bow in her hands and an arrow already knocked to the string. His final charge is met with Jhazir's and Azrael's fury, as the two naked women dance around him and tear his muscular body open. They don't leave him any chance, as they whirl around. He screams helpless, his massive blade misses once, his right side seems to break open all by itself, as Jhazir's blade bites deep, but so fast, it can hardly be followed by the eye. He tries to grab for the woman's dark hair as it flies by, misses, then catches an arrow in his hand. He screams even louder, whirls to the left to meet Azrael's blade, then around to the right to meet Jhazir's.
He fights valiantly, and more than once manages to drive one of the two sisters back, as his blade meets their weapons with a metal clank.
He whirls around to meet a slash from Jhazir's blade, the impact makes the woman grunt, her whole body shudders, and she staggers back, but even has he does so, Azrael moves in and stabs her slim blade through his left leg. He screams and whirls around to cleave her into two halves from her head down to her loin, but his blade meets hers. Her muscles flex and she screams in pain as he forces her to her knees, so hard and violently, one could think her body would be maimed, the muscles in her legs should shatter even though she blocks his blade, but she doesn't give. His reward is a wide cut over his back, as Jhazir has already recovered. His power is not enough to overcome the two sisters' speed and determination and so, bit by bit, slash by slash they weaken him and finally bring him down.

He falls, exhausted, bleeding from countless wounds, and knows death will come. And it comes as the elves step aside and Ayeela kneels down. Her long black hair falls down to both sides of her head. "Your rage is a fire, that burns in your heart. I call this fire forth." Ayeela throws her head back and peers into the forest around them. "Firesouls, who dwell in this land, who grant us heat and light. Firesouls who destroy our light, come forth! Unite with this warriors burning anger and consume his body, to...", Ayeela stops her incantation as the orcish leader starts screaming in pain. He nearly cries and smoke rises from his body. He slowly burns from inside.

Azrael and Jhazir watch silently. Tanya suddenly grabs Azrael's shoulder and pulls her around. Her hand slaps her so hard, that Azrael squeals surprise, her head flies to the side, her hair flying, and she loses her balance and collapses to the side. Tears well in her eyes. "Stupid girl! Those orcs were fleeing! And now we have to face, whatever they were running from! If we survive this, you'll..."

A new sound mixes with the cracking sounds of the burning corpse, whose screams have died out by now. Feet shuffling weary over the ground, and low unhuman moans.

Ayeela looks at the others and lowers her bow. "Fell.", she whispers in a low voice.

Unrest

Indeed, as the shuffling noises become louder, human shades appear between the trees. Tanya is the first to whirl around. Her hair whips into her face for a moment, but with a movement of her hand, she flips the distorting strands out of her eyes again. Ayeela moans nauseated, as she beholds this terrible scene.
From all around the elves, humanoid creatures close in. Their walk seems ill coordinated, their feet are shuffling over the ground. As they get closer, Azrael start to shudder in fear and disgust. "Not...fell...", her voice is barely audible over the low moans and shuffling noises of these creatures.

Though they still resemble the type if creature, they once were, they are now decayed and dirty. A mixed group of what might have been elves and orcs, maybe even having slaughtered one another in a bloody battle, now having returned as undead with a burning hunger for living flesh. Their eyes are empty and ill-smelling saliva drips from their mouths. Most of the orcs have arrows or sword stuck in their bodies. The elves - not naked like Tanya and her allies - feature terrible wounds. One is missing half his head, another one both arms. Most of them feature distorted limbs, probably bones shattered and broken during the fight.

Jhazir takes a deep breath and straightens. She raises her blade in front of her eyes, concentrating to get the fear under control. These creatures ware pretty much the antithesis, of what an elf represents. The elves are close to life, even if they go to war and fight, these creatures are beyond death. Only hunger drives them forward. They look weak, their muscles seems displaced and seldom rigid. As if the flesh would have no real meaning to these creatures anymore.

Slowly Jhazir lowers their blade. She doesn't take her eyes of the undead. "Azrael, I hope you understand that this battle is yours. You chose it for us all. So you will have to see to it, that we survive."
Azrael turns pale and grips her blade tighter. "But....so many.... and we're surrounded...."

Ayeela nods to them. "Keep them off me long enough. I will weave a spell, to help us through this. Azrael, stay close to me, I will need to draw on your power. I'll need a few moments to breathe."

With a grim look Tanya and Jhazir suddenly charge at their enemies. They evade their greedy hands and mouths, and their sword easily glide through their opponents' rotting flesh. "As easy as cutting hot butter." Jhazir shouts, but her face remains grim, as does Tanya's. There are more than twenty of those creatures, and even though the elven blades leave devastating wounds - Jhazir tears one belly open with a swift cut, so that the nasty-smelling innards start to slide out, Tanya frees another one of his left arm - the Fell do not fall. They stagger onwards.

The two women are not nearly enough to keep them away from Ayeela, who has her eyes closed and whispers, her hands folded in front of her chest. Whenever one of the undead creatures stumbles past Tanya or Jhazir, Azrael lunges out. Like all the others, her naked skin is covered over and over by drops of cold sweat. She doesn't scream anymore, she fights silently. Her blade goes through the head of an orcish man, who sags to the ground in front of Ayeela.

A soft wind catches Ayeela's hair and moves it slightly. She seems so calm and peaceful, as if the world around her was not in a constant state of war and oppression, as if there were not an greater number of half-decayed orcs and elves around them, ready to devour their living flesh.

Jhazir jumps right into the next opponent. Once she might have been an elven girl like her sister. Now the Fell's breast has rotted away, partially revealing her bones and ugly slime behind it. Jhazir's knee shatters her chest easily and her blade takes the head of another undead, but then luck leaves her. A hand catches her dark hair. Jhazir's momentum still carries herself forward, but her head can't follow. "YEOWW! My hair!!", she screams surprised as her head is yanked back, she stumbles around in an arch. Luckily, Tanya's sword sever the arm holding her, and Jhazir can escape away to the side. She nearly loses her balance.

The elven warrior with dirty blond hair and flat breasts however has left herself open to an attack herself. A claw rakes over her side, as she turns, leaving bleeding streaks. "AARGH!! You undead bastard!" Tanya completes her movement and rams her fist into the humanoid's face. Both of its eyes are already missing, body and clothing leave not hint anymore if her foe was male of female. She drives it back with a series of wild punches, and just as she has driven it far enough back to swing her blade, another one, an orc grabs her right arm and before she can pull it away, rams his rotting teeth deep into it. "GEEEAAH!! Ayeela, hurry UOH!", Tanya feels a hard punch to her back, robbing her air, and two more hand pull her head back. She fight back, muscles flex, and suddenly rips free again. Strains of hair remain in her enemies' hands.
She stumbles forward and then stops confused. blood runs down the right side of her face. She lifts her hand, as she realizes, there's an increasing amount of pain from there, and really a lot of blood. Her right ear is missing! As Tanya realizes that, she gasps hard, sucks in air again, to scream, but that never happens.
She grunts out loud as a fist hits the side of her head and brutally rips her around. The undead may look like walking, rotten corpses only, and they yield easily to the power of a blade, but they are strong and vicious still. The punch throws Tanya to her hands and knees and the impact makes her whole naked body quiver hard. She nearly recoils.

"TANYA!" Jhazir screams, but can't reach her, as one undead grabs her right arm. She throws her head to his side, stares into his lifeless eyes for a moment and tries to reach for her sword with her left hand. Too late: The orc pulls her around and sends her frontfirst towards a tree. Jhazir screams as she feels muscles strain in her arm, she sees the tree come closer and can't avoid it. Her breasts dance as she runs involuntarily towards the tree. Muscles flex. "NO!", Jhazir's strong voice sounds almost annoyed, as she sharply utters her protest, just before she smacks front first into the tree. Her arm is twisted backwards and breaks at the same moment. She doesn't even realize the injury as her world explodes into pain. The sound of skin smacking against wood is audible, accompanied by a sharp yell of pain. Then Jhazir recoils and staggers rather helpless back into the arms of the orc who hold the dizziedsouthern warrior. He restrains her arms, and a moment later three other of the undead are upon her, tearing at her flesh with their teeth. Blood sprays out and Jhazir starts screaming like a pig.
Her strong legs can be seen kicking. Then another sound of tearing flesh. Jhazir's face appears, drenched in blood. "ERAAAAAAARRRHH!!" She screams in agony.

"Please.... hurry up, Ayeela, I can't keep....they're killing my sister!" Azrael throws herself forward, she can't bear standing anddefending Ayeela anymore. Her slim body catapults itself towards Jhazir's screaming body.

Ayeela slowly opens her eyes. "Do not worry, it is done. URK?!" Ayeela can't even reach for her sword anymore. Between her round breasts, a bloody fist hast appeared, driven through her soft body from behind. Another elven figure, hardly half her size, little more than sinew and bone loomsbehind Ayeelas shuddering body. In its skull, where the eyes should be, two red gleaming flames flicker hatefully. Ayeela shudders more and more intense and finally tries to speak again. Immediately blood drools from her lips. She starts coughing. Her breath sounds gurgling. With her eyes wide open, muscles tense and flex without control. Helpless and horrified she stares at the bony claw. Her hands reach for it, but the figure retracts it. Blood shoots out of the wound in her front and back. The dark-haired elf's hands remain somewhat in front of the wound as she drops to her knees. She raises her face again with a pleading look in her eyes, and a moment later vanishes under several bodies of undead foes.

Azrael doesn't stop for Ayeela, hoping to reach her squealing older sister. Her tanned, slightly olive-colored skin is already covered by a layer of sweat and blood. Before she reaches Jhazir, Tanya also finds her end.

She tries to scramble from hands and knees, but a kick to the back of her head forces her face first into the ground. She grunts out loud. "GUHMPF!" Spitting dirt she pushes herself up once more. An orc rakes his nails over her back, leaving deep, bleeding cuts all the way down to her ass. "EHAAAAEE!!!!" The result is a long, pained scream from Tanya's mouth. She throws her arm back. The wound is deeper than it seems at first sight. Blood starts to gush out from the vicious cuts. Her arms shudder and can't hold her upper body up anymore. She sinks down with her upper body. Her legs start sliding over the ground, crawling, but she doesn't get forward. She tries to push herself up one more time, but vicious kicks to her head from two of the undead force bellowing sounds of pain from Tanya's mouth.
Her skin breaks open, blood pours from her head. Her hands claw over the ground, finally cover her head in a useless attempt to cover her head. Each kick makes her whole body jerk. Muscles flex, and she drops to the side. Her two opponents are on her immediately and sink their teeth into her naked breasts and belly.
"AYIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEH!!" Tanya starts squealing like Jhazir and throws herself onto her back.Feet and hands tap onto the ground rapidly, her whole body starts convulsing as she is slowly torn apart. The undead devour her warm flesh.

Azrael's sword parts one of the undead standing between Jhazir's powerful legs. She has stopped kicking. There is blood everywhere, and the sight Azrael now beholds isterrible . She stares at the body of her sister. Her legs are spread. Her hips are pushed upwards in terrible agony. Her breath goes gasping. Her belly is one terrible wound, most of her innards hang out from her back. Her body twitches...and one of the undead just bites into her heart.

Azrael turns pale and forgets the weapon in her hand. She loses control of her bladder, but doesn't care about the wet warmth running down her legs.
All of a sudden the undead freeze. Azrael can feel power prickling on her skin. "Survive....just a moment....longer.", she hears a faint voice whisper to her. She slowly backs away.
A massive orcish undead lunges out for her. She crouches, his hand glides only through her whipping hair. "I will...SURVIVE!", she screams. "I amalive! And you will NEVER finish our lives . Your hate can never be strong enough!" Then she has to roll forward to escape a kick.... and behind her, there are suddenly light and terrified groans and pathetic whining sounds. Azrael rotates back on one knee, her hand holds her blade in a firm grip now, held out horizontally just below her mouth. Her eyes fix on the orcish creature, which tried to grab her.

The undead have stopped attacking. The one, who is just biting into a part of flesh torn from Jhazir's naked body, drops his prey and suddenly jumps up. He staggers around for a moment... and then breaks out in flames.... and one by one the one, who were devouring the elvesburst into flame. More and more light and heat spreads as an almost divine retribution strikes those, who fed on elven flesh.
Azrael rises. She takes a deep breath as the undead stumble around, either burning, or trying to get away from the burning ones. "A great spell, Ayeela. I know what I have to do now. Don't worry."

She doesn't waste time watching this searing scenery. Still careful, Azrael moves back to her sister's torn body and kneels down. Now it is Azrael's time to prove, she's not only skilled with the sword, but also with the ways of magic.