The Random Life

     Ari, woke suddenly due to screams echoing down the hall. He sat up and listened...were his ears mistaking him or did he hear the clash of swords.The elf jumped out of bed and grabbed his bow and quiver. He slung the quiver over his back as he raced out into the hall. A terrible sight met his eyes. A wizard, one of his best friends lay dead on the floor, blood soaked his robes. Beside him were two maids weeping over his body.
    "What happened," asked Ari,his voice shaking slightly out of fear.
    "A group of drow," one sobbed."They've gone mad. He tried to fight but it was ten on one."
    Ari heard footsteps coming. He strung his bow and knocked an arrow, pointing it at the end of the hall where shadows masked whoever was standing there.
    A drow stepped out of the shadows. His black hair and eyes made him look strangely like a wraith.
    Ari released his arrow. The drow leapt out of the way. In a blur, he pulled a short sword from beneath his cloak and sped down the hallway, dodging arrows as he went. Ari dropped his bow and pulled two arrows out of his quiver which turned into short swords with a single word. As the drow came near he threw one of the swords in a helpless attempt to slow him down. The drow twisted in midair, avoiding the sword by an inch. He landed silently and twisted his sword around with lightening speed, bringing it toward Ari's head. Blocking it easily, Ari forced the drow's sword back towards him and in the same motion kicked him in the chest sending him back down the hall where he landed with a sickening crunch. The drow lay motionless. When he didn't get back up, Ari collected his bow and the other sword which had turned back into an arrow. He put the arrows back in his quiver and followed the sound of the fighting. Near the end of the hall he found two more dead drow. He collected their arrows and stepped over them to go down the stairs. He descended slowly, picking up a length of rope off the ground as he went. He knocked an arrow and tied one end of the rope to its tip then tied the other end to his waist.
    He went down many flights of steps. He turned on a landing and ran down the length of the corridor,terror creeping over him. When he got to the end where a large window stood, he threw a near by vase at it. The glass shattered leaving a decent sized hole. Ari began picking off the rest of the pieces, quickening his pace because of the footsteps he heard coming. The hole was now big enough for him to fit through without cutting himself. Aiming his bow at the building across from him he pulled back on the string and released. The arrow dug itself deep into the bricks. Ari gave the rope an experimental tug. When it held, he climbed up onto the sill and crouched down ready to jump. Just before he leapt, a drow appeared at his shoulder. The drow grabbed him around the waist and slammed him back onto the floor. Ari tried to get up but suddenly there were six drow all holding him down. Then a bag was shoved over his head and an intense smell wafted up his nostrils. He started to feel sleepy and relaxed. He stopped struggling for he could no longer see the need to. He just let himself drift off into unconsciousness.
    (If there is any part in this story that you feel is cheesy, poorly written, needs more detail, or anything else please tell me because constructive criticism always helps. Thank you.)