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Post by Turin on Feb 27, 2005 15:21:45 GMT -5
((Continued from 4th age Role Play - Into the Wilderlands)) 'Namarie my friends, until we meet again. Great heart!' Aérin exclaimed before turning away and following the other two.
Walking up a small rise in the turf, Aérin felt hs heart sink somewhat. He looked up to see Arandil and Elwen waiting for him. Elwen held a sympathetic smile for the ranger. Arandil's mind was held focused on finding Alaria.
'Let's get going.' Was all Aérin could muster as he met his two comrades.
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Ardunn
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"Insanity is key." --- Me :P
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Post by Ardunn on Feb 27, 2005 16:07:59 GMT -5
“Stop asking silly questions.” He replied rather haughtily.
The more Naur tried to put the matter behind him, the more he began to think about what he did and why… It was not such a silly question after all.
Stop being so hard on yourself… You need not explain your motives to anyone, let alone her.
Shaking the thought away, Naur studied the surrounding area… They would soon be at one of the biggest Easterling encampments in the Wilderlands.
“Once we reach the Grey Mountains, we will not have far to travel.”
As he pointed this out to Alaria, he quickened their pace.
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Post by Malrid on Feb 27, 2005 17:40:29 GMT -5
The trail was getting a bit clearer, he was catching up. He hadn't slept in two days now. He couldn't afford to. The trail had switched direction sum time ago which puzzled him, they now were headed toward the grey mountains. Something was wrong, seriously wrong. He kept moving, rubbing his eyes now and again preventing sleep. He had run out of water and food. soon he would rest... he would have to.
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Post by Turin on Feb 27, 2005 19:28:35 GMT -5
Aérin, Elwen and Arandil travelled with haste. They could follow the faint tracks leading northeast but they knew they were so far behind...
So many thoughts ran through the mind of Aérin... Is Alaria alright? Was he right right to split the company? Would the others be alright? Where's Agrim? Where's Malrid?
He hoped to find the answers... but really, deep down, he just needed to see Alaria again...
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Post by Silmeriel on Feb 28, 2005 9:31:18 GMT -5
(can I join?) Character Bio: Name: Silmeriel Ohtar en Tel'Haran en Aranie Race: Elf Age: 3500 Appearance: Long, black hair, usually braided w/silver ribbon, pale white skin, hazel eyes Attire: Soft brown boots, dark green leggings, short leather brown skirt, form-fitting green shirt w/ brown leather bodice, green with gold embroidery cape. Weapons: Long sword, short sword, daggers at waist, on back, and small ones in boots and on wrists, bow and arrows Home: Lothlorien Family: a older sister, Luvariel, and a younger brother, Lintemegil. Parentage: Unknown Gifts: Controls elements of wind and water, fighting skills, knows truths from lies, can read minds
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Post by Miremiel on Feb 28, 2005 10:10:16 GMT -5
((OOC: Hello Silmeriel. Thanks for your interest in the most popular role-play on AU. There is, however, one problem. From the beginning we've had limmited characters. And currently, the Elves are all filled up. But if you'd like to join with another character, feel free to go to the New Character Forum, and post your character in the thread called '4th Age Role-Play - The Characters'. You see, this is actually one huge RPG, split into two, but we'll tell you more about it, if and when you join:)
If you have questions, feel free to ask Tulcake or Turin... or myself, for that matter/OOC))
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Post by Turin on Mar 1, 2005 10:44:48 GMT -5
The three kept running on without letting up the pace for some time. finally Aérin slowed to speak to the others.
'Where do you think the tracks are leading? I've no knowledge of settlements in the north. Is it possible The easterlings are using the mountains to traffic troops undetected?'
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Post by Miremiel on Mar 1, 2005 11:07:56 GMT -5
The Grey Mountains... she thought. Alaria wasn't really afraid of Naur, or the present situation. She was fearing what was awaiting her, once they would reach the Mountains.
Nevertheless, she kept thinking about her companions, hoping they were all alright.
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Post by Nienor on Mar 1, 2005 11:59:45 GMT -5
Elwen replied, worry clouding her face. "I don't know. Naur did not speak much, there's no way to deduct an answer from what he told us."
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Post by Turin on Mar 1, 2005 12:04:28 GMT -5
'Either way, we have to hold onto hope...' Arandil replied grimly.
Aérin nodded pensively... 'Hmmm... meybe i'm wrong but Naur doesn't seem like the kind of person who'd cold heartedly murder Alaria, she definately alive and as long as she is we have a chance... come on, there no time to lose!'
With that the ranger sprang back into a light run.
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Ardunn
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"Insanity is key." --- Me :P
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Post by Ardunn on Mar 2, 2005 17:12:21 GMT -5
Naur and Alaria were now at the foot of the mountain, from here they would need only to travel a few miles north… Toward the heart of the Grey Mountains.
Traveling through the rocky plains proved difficult… The lack of food and sleep did not help matters much either.
After hours of hard travel, they had finally come within range of the Easterling encampment. It was but a few yards away.
“Who goes there?” asked an Easterling, who appeared to be on watch.
“Naur…” Naur replied promptly.
“Aye, its Naur!” exclaimed the Easterling, “We thought you dead! Who have you got with you?”
“A prisoner…” Naur said rather impatiently.
“Ah… Well, let’s get you two to the boss then. Come this way.” The Easterling said while leading them in.
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Post by Silmeriel on Mar 2, 2005 18:39:14 GMT -5
(ooc: I'm gonna try and enter this the way Turín suggested...)
Silmeriel and the Dunedain with her had been traveling long without rest, but they could not stop. As they plunged over a hill, she caught a glimpse of someone familiar. It was Aerín (accented right? i think i'm wrong, sorry if i am). She didn't recognize the others, but she remembered him- they were both Dunedain.
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Post by Turin on Mar 2, 2005 19:42:23 GMT -5
It was the keen sight of Elwen that first caught a glimse of the small company riding toward them from the west.
'They look like... They look like you Aérin.' Elwen muttered.
'Dunédain?' Aérin replied hopefully.
Moments passed and the company were in sight. It was the Dunédain, about 20 riders at first guess. Aérin looked upon them in wonderment..
'H-How is this possible?' He replied.
A couple of the riders dismounted, Aérin immediately recognised them as Halbard and Silmeriel, good friends of Aérin's from his younger years. 'We heard of what was happening, when we discovered the quest and that you were involved we decreed to head west with all speed.' Halbard replied whilst embracing his friend. 'It was mainly Illidan's idea.' Silmeriel added. ((not sure you know silm but tulka and myself have the power to powerplay charries if necessary))
'Illidan!? He is here?' Aérin's expression lit up at the sound of his friend. 'No, not with us. He has been marshalling the remaining Dunédain, his plan was to leave about 2 days on our tail with all the strength he could muster. 'Well that is good news.' Arandil replied.
Halbard turned to the man of Gondor and nodded. 'You need not stand alone any longer. The west is with you. There has been reports of a company of high elven lord heading south through the freelands the whole of the west is stirring. After the death of Princess Naeven was discovered Rohan and Gondor have been restless. Eowmir is eager to attack with force. Only by the counsel of Lord Celeborn himself has the strike been stayed for the time being.'
'That is good news! Good indeed.' Aérin retorted.
'What is your mission Dunédain rangers?' Arandil quizzed.
'We're heading to Erebor, by fate we stumbled on a feld traking dove sent from the Dwarves. In it's bloodied claws it still held a message of help. The mountain is under siege. We're riding to try and aid them in what way we can.' Halbard spoke with authority. 'Join us Aérin, we have spare horses.'
'Nay my kinsman, as much as I would like to ride with my brethren, we have our own errand. Two of my company have been taken hostage and we have to help them but the horses we would accept verily. We ride with haste to the Grey Mountains.'
Halbard's expression became stern. 'The Grey Mountains are teeming with the enemy be careful my old friend. I cannot offer you much in the way of support.'
At this Silmeriel spoke...'Halbard, perhaps I can join Aérin and help all I can? I'd much like to hear what has happened and hopefully we'll meet again soon.'
Halbard looked into the eyes of Silmeriel with concern but understanding. 'I can see the resolve in your eyes and I know I cannot change your mind. Go forth! Fear no darkness.'
Arandil approached Halbard and rested a hand on the tall ranger's shoulder. 'Thank you brave Dunédain. I hope we can draw sword together before the end.'
'No doubt we will have that chance... but for now we must ride. Be careful Aérin, I'll wait for you at Erebor.' Halbard spoke whilst regaining his mount. 'Let's ride!' He excalimed to the rest of his company before as one they roard off into the distance, leaving the four alone with four brimming healthy steeds and some fresh supplies.
Aérin embraced Silmeriel. 'You didn't have to do this... but i'm glad you're here my friend!' He turned to the rest. 'Arandil of Gondor, Fair Elwen... This is Silmeriel of the Dunédain, she has been a friend of mine for a good number of years.
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Post by Silmeriel on Mar 2, 2005 19:48:39 GMT -5
(ooc: no, that's cool, i never would have thought of that! really great introduction ;D)
Silmeriel bowed to the members of the group.
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Post by Nienor on Mar 2, 2005 21:09:32 GMT -5
Elwen nodded in acknowledgement. She was eager to get back on the trail of her friend.
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