Elven BlackSmiths (Needs other people)

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He stared in disbelief then in rage. YOU IDIOTS, YOU WERE NOT SUPPOSED TO SHOOT AT ME! SHOOT THEM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!  

[Drazilly]

they looked at him.
"Like in the war-plans we were making a fire wall to defend Oreia. Listen next meeting will you?"  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He growled deep at their insolence. Then looked about him confused, he could have sworn he was in the middle of his enemies.  

[Drazilly]

"Look General, he has nothing!" one soldier roared. "No fire torch, no dry food, no army knife, NOT EVEN A LODESTONE!"  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He looked at them hard for any kind of familiar insignia. He hadnt the faintest idea what has happened to him.  

[Drazilly]

They each had a flaming arrow badge on one shoulder  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He took a few steps back not recognizing the insignia. His body practically screamed at him for rest ut he wouldnt allow it yet.  

[Drazilly]

"Now men, let him go" said a voice. He had a silver ring on each upper arm. He remembered the Scout leader had a gold ring on each upper arm.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

Where is Draea? I need to speak with her. And what happened to the orc legion over here?  

[Drazilly]

((There is no Draea known in the RP so far!))  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

((I meant Drajira XP))  

[Drazilly]

"Let him talk to Drajira" The Elf with the silver bands urged.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

*he spun in place looking for any sign that the orcs were there, he was greatly confused. He then checked his wounds for any sign of poisen.*  

[Drazilly]

He showed him the way to Drajira, down a hallway and through doors.
Her room was elegant yet simple. Silk was drapped around the top of the room with sweet-smelling flowers. Her walls and celling were of purest marble.
"Mistress" the Silver-Banded Elf said, bowing in the door-way. "I have someone to see you"
Scar walked in.
"Scar, back so quickly?" then she gasped at his wounds "I guess we do need to talk, we owe you knowledge"
She was wearing a simple white silk dress, with white shoulder plates and a simple dagger by her side.
"First you talk about all that is green and all that is related to it, then we shall talk about the blue"
It was confusing but Scar realised she was talking about the Orcs and the green metal, then something else.  

[Lord Blade Icestorm]

He barely looked about him as he thumped to a sitting position on the floor. He grudgingly shifted back into his human form then laid down on the floor on his back. I'm listening just give me awhile to heal.