Shadows of Black Burrow

It was 5pm on the 1st day of 5th month of the year. The night fog has
started to rise forth from the ground as nightfall approaches. The hated
gnolls of Black Burrow scurry about trying to fend off any intruders before
settling in for the night. A lone gnoll elite guard patrols one of the many
hallways of their stronghold. This night is like all other nights and the
gnoll pays little attention to anything. He thinks what foolishness it would
be for anyone to challenge the might of the gnolls. Little did he know that
this would be his last thought. As he rounds the corner and heads toward the
surface a small figure steps from the shadows. The gnoll is unaware of his
presence, and he should be, for the figure is none other than our own
shadowknight Falgoryn. Trained in the arts of stealth and war, Falgoryn lurks
forward pulling his weapon and shield in preperation for combat. The gnoll
stops dead in his tracks, he has picked up the scent of an unknown. As he
turns his head to survey the area Falgoryn heaves all his strength into his
weapon slashing the gnoll before he has the chance to sound the call of an
intruder. Falgoryn loots the corpse of any valuables and steps back into the
very same shadow patiently awaiting the next his next victim. The dead gnolls
body still lay where it had been slain. Why not move the corpse you ask. Ahh
well there lays the strategy of the whole thing. Minutes later another gnoll
wanders down the hallway looking for his missing comrade. As he sees his
fallen brother the gnoll runs over to see if he is still alive. Leaning down
to check the body Falgoryn leaps out from his hiding spot and pierces the
gnoll through the heart, killing it instantly. We, the shadowknights of
Neriak, call this the "rinse and repeat" method. After looting the gnoll,
Falgoryn picks up one of the bodies and stashes it in the corner where he is
hiding leaving the other in plain site for another victim to come along and
share the same fate. Now some believe that we hide in shadows do to our
weakness in combat. We, the dark elves of Norrath, only laugh at this remark
for whoever says it is always trembling with fear as the words leave his
lips. For you see there is never a room without shadows, never a day without
a night, and never a word spoken against our race we do not hear. Our
comrades in arms can always feel safe that although they may feel alone, they
never truly are for we are closer than you think ready and able to help in
the time of need. So be careful, to all those who would denounce us, for
never know who could be lurking in the shadows.

The End
By
Rallitar<War and Wizardry>