I lay there still, quiet as a mouse, not even to blink, my hp was low, i knew i didn't have long left, my mana was draining, i knew i had to stand soon, The mobs stayed towered over me, drueling on my legs, they looked with anticipation, waiting for me to rise on to my feet, time slowly ticked as i tried to plot in my head what to do. I thought about fighting, but i was outnumbered and i had no magical enchantments or buffs. I slowly but swiftly got up, the Gigant turned and faced, he tried slamming a massive blow to my head, it was sure to stun, i gave it my last chance, i used my ultimate evasion technique, my heart filled with adrenaline, my arms pumped, my head spun, i weaved in and out of the mobs swords and poles, I launched a lethal strike straight into the temple of the Lith commander, a barrow priest witnessed my sin and came flying over to join the zerg of monsters, i had to make a break for ziggarut at the start of the catacomb. I tried to sprint but my leg was to badly injured, all i could do was jog, thats when i realised my heal potions where no longer available, I stood there and prayed, hopeing the mobs would lose aggro, I made one final stand, me and a train full of mobs, we battled it out dagger to sword, dagger to pole, dagger to magic, one by one the creatures fell, but more and more kept comming, waves of the creatures flew by. I looked up, to observe my surroundings one last time, and that's when fate was restored, one of my kind came rushing along, a Dark elf dagger, i thought for sure i was saved now... As he approached as quick as he could, i took a glimpse at his name..
He was a Red. One of the evilest sinful creatures in the game.
He came behind me and Threw a backstab. I fell to the floor within one sharpe movement, all of this time was a waste, i was slayed by my own race.
(This is a true story , exept i was a PW not a Darkelf. dont have time to edit atm.. thought i would post it :))