Prose: "Waywatcher"

hey!! Where's the rest? its like 12 at night and i got nuthin to read!wats ure excuse, huh!??jj but seriously, write some more already,
~Torpid

"Without your help, I fear we would have been lost," Marreck said the the Elven Lord.

Felthyn nodded grimly. "The orcs are gaining power. They've set up a stronghold in the ruins outside your city. They must have a Mage, for my own have not been able to penetrate their defenses with magic of any kind."

Marreck scratched his salt and pepper goatee and asked "How many elves are under your command, Lord?"

"Just over three score."

Sixty heavily armed elves, Marreck thought to himself. What are they doing this far from the kingdom?

"We are searching for a missing Waywatcher. He has not returned for his report in over a decade. Something is amiss. Normally, we wouldn't worry about such a disappearance. But these are dark times, and the orcs, while fools in single combat, are dangerous foes when encountered as a force," Felthyn said to his human ally.

"A Waywatcher is missing?" Marreck asked, in awe at the mere mention of such a legendary warrior.

they've been looking for the waywatcher for a decade or did they just now decide after ten years its time to go look? Other than thta it was short but sweet.
~Torpid

hey, a decade for an elf is nothing--plus, he's a waywatcher, so he's used to being alone for long periods of time and wandering over the land he's been chosen to guard.

a decade isnt that long in their life but it's a long time to be missing in a dangerous world

I know i'm not one to talk, hardly ever having access to a computer but, why arent you writin? its a good story, i'd like to read more.