User blog:Auraestus/History of Glosur and Kheled-Arnin part 2: Orc raid

(Last sad story for a while, promise!)

Glosur woke up to the smell of ash and flames, he looked in the distance and saw the elven town his father went to in flames, the beutiful wood of the elves seemingly turned to dust in seconds by the orc flames. He saw the figures of his father and his older brother running up to the house, his father was in our family armor, and his brother was in regular edition dwarf armor. They reached the house just as 2 orcs did, they took care of them fairly easily, but more were arriving by the second.

Renus (His father) was fighting bravely, shouting in khuzdul, but then an orc got  past his guard and stuck a rusty blade in a chink in the armor, and renus fell. Orcs swarmed glosur's home, and his brother only barely got him out before his mother was taken and decapitated, Glosur weeped, and so did his brother, but they were both safe, for the time being, at least, thats what he thought...

That night in the foothills was quite reflective of their mood, dreary and foggy, the wet, swaying trees creaked in the wind and their makeshift fire was little against said winds. They decided it would be best to just keep travelling, worst idea they could have made. They passed by a cave, and were about to make camp in it, but an arrow flew out of the cave, and the brothers both ran in different directions, each thinking the other was hit by an arrow (My profile is written in Glosur's pov so he thinks his brother was shot, if there was a profile about his brother, it would say that glosur was shot by the arrow. He is still alive, get it?)

Glosur was a wanderer, hopeless, without food, and nowhere to take shelter. What will he do?