Grish and his elum steed came charging out of the tunnel, and straight into the thick shrub layer nearby.
Suddenly there was a crack and his steed went flying up into the lower tree canopy.There it hanged there for a long while. Grish had lost his concious when he fell of the armoured elum.
When Grish awoke he was tied to a large tree stump,strip of his armour and weapons. He looked around to see several large shabby tents, which were made from paramite and elum hide, and his now unarmoured elum steed roped to a sturdy looking wooden post. Grish wandered to himself how he was going to get out of this. He was mad as he had let himself be captured by those he had sworn to protect the wild animals from, poachers. A large shape appeared out of the tent, he coundn't make it out cause of his blurred vision what he had got from the fall. He felt the bump on his throb even more as the blurred shape apporched him. Smash! the blunt end of the rifle went into his face, knocking him out. The elum let out a lound high-pitch scream.
ooc: is this better he lost his weapons. sorri about the double post this is my first time on the forum.
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