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Post by Malrid on Mar 22, 2005 17:27:28 GMT -5
Malrid fell to the ground with a groan. He curled up cluching his stomach and felt the blood run from his face. The pain was unbearable mixed the hunger and tiredness he had felt. He was barely strong enough to stand. He let an eye open and looked at the leader. ".... I will say nothing to you ... Scum!"
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Ardunn
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"Insanity is key." --- Me :P
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Post by Ardunn on Mar 22, 2005 18:03:12 GMT -5
The Easterlings began to hammer on Malrid once more… For a second time they did not stop until the leader gave his signal.
“Now, let us try this again… What information do you have?”
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Post by Malrid on Mar 22, 2005 18:20:45 GMT -5
Malrid was sure a few ribs had broke. He groaned and clutched at his chest. ".... O...ok i will tell you what i know...." He lifted his head up of the now bloody floor. " ... I ... was tracking her..... a good reward for her for bringing her back safe ..... I am no agent ... just a bounty hunter" He coughed up more blood. "thats all i know..."
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Post by Ardunn on Mar 23, 2005 15:39:28 GMT -5
Naur had finally made his way back to the building. He paused momentarily before entering, questioning his actions over the last eight years.
As Naur stepped in, he gave a quick glance over the room… Alaria was gone and in her stead was a man.
Malrid?
He thought that none had survived the dragon’s attack other than himself and Alaria… This unexpected appearance gave Naur an ideal.
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Noting the return of Naur, he (the boss) carried on with his interrogation.
Pulling Malrid up by the scruff of the neck, he said, “Are you telling me the truth?”
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Post by Malrid on Mar 23, 2005 17:18:22 GMT -5
He coughed up more blood and groaned. "Look at me... do you think i would lie to you and take the risk of more pain?!" His eyes closed as the pain inside of him became worse by the second. "I am telling the truth."
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Post by Turin on Mar 23, 2005 19:39:48 GMT -5
The going was much slower for the company after the tied up the horses. The sun had vanished over the mountains and all was cast usunder a velvet night.
The further north the company moved, the greater feelings they had that someone was watching them.
No-one spoke a word, fearing it may spark off the attack they expected any moment.
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Post by Valaraukar on Mar 25, 2005 17:52:36 GMT -5
Agrim gently picked up the fallen girl and placed her on the small bed in the chamber and sat waiting for her to awake
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Post by Miremiel on Apr 1, 2005 7:13:14 GMT -5
(OOC: Alright, gotta get this back up/OOC)
Alaria awoke once again, and after some time, she was all aware of what had been going on. Neither her, nor Agrim spoke. After a while of silence, Alaria finally spoke weakly. She knew they had to do something. 'So how will we escape?'
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Post by Turin on Apr 1, 2005 18:58:52 GMT -5
The company had travelled in silence. At length they reached a long narrow ridge of rock, beyond which lay a worn and used shed.
Aérin looked on through the mirky darkness, his half shut eyes gazed on in intent. 'Do you think there's someone inside?' He spoke, not referring the question to anyone in particular. 'Let's find out!' Arandil spoke in haste, motioning to come out of hiding behind the ridge, but being held back by Aérin at the last.
'No! We can't let them know we're here. Alaria's life may be at stake. Not to mention Malrid, and maybe even perhaps Agrim. Could you live with thier lives on ur head?' Aérin voice was quiet yet unmistakably firm. 'Then we stay here and let them die?!' Arandil rebuked angrily. 'No, of course not, but we have to think it out. Elwen, what can you see?'
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Post by Nienor on Apr 1, 2005 21:14:55 GMT -5
Elwen moved as close to the shed as she could from their vantage point. She could see little; night had settled, and all was dark. She was prepared to turn back to Aérin when something caught her eye. She drew her breath in quickly- there was a tiny light in the shed. "Aérin! There's someone in there..."
(Sorry, Turin, I'm not sure what you were looking for with that, but I thought I'd just give it a go...)
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Post by Turin on Apr 3, 2005 11:58:58 GMT -5
(good enough for me!)
Aérin looked on, his mind racing as how to attack. Then something happened he wasn't expecting.
Arandil, still anxious about his lost sister, decided to make a move for himself. Darting off into the darkness, the man of Gondor approached the shed from behind, sword in hand...
'Foolish!' Aérin exclaimed whilst edging out of the ridge and after his companion. He turned back to face the girls before moving off. 'Keep your eyes open. Cover us with your bow. if anyone looks like they've seen us then you know what to do.'
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Post by Silmeriel on Apr 3, 2005 12:46:13 GMT -5
Silmeriel silently drew her bow out and ran her finger along its stave. She looped the bowstring around one end, then notched it in the other. Drawing an arrow, she set it to the string.
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Post by Nienor on Apr 3, 2005 18:44:37 GMT -5
Elwen quickly did the same. She nodded silently to Silmeriel, and began to move carefully, allowing herself more space. She watched intently as Aerin followed the rash Arandil...she felt for the man of Gondor. His actions, though foolish, were noble.
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Post by Ardunn on Apr 4, 2005 19:38:28 GMT -5
Loosening his grip on the captive, he gave orders for Malrid to be taken away.
Heeding the orders of their leader, a few of the men took hold of him and hauled him across the room, pausing at the door before stepping out into the darkness outside.
Soon to follow were the rest of the Easterlings, who were now needed back at their assigned positions or perhaps were sent out on special errands.
Turning to leave, Naur started toward the door.
“What did he want with you, Naur?” The leader asked, somewhat abruptly.
“Nothing of importance, sir… The man has clearly lost his mind.” Naur replied as he turned to face the Easterling.
“I thought as much,” the leader mused while motioning for Naur to sit at a crude looking table, “Eat what food is left, then take the weapons in the corner to the blacksmith, he’ll know what to do with them.”
At this, the leader dismissed himself and left Naur alone… Realizing how hungry and thirsty he was, Naur helped himself to all that was on the table and then slowly got up.
Making his way toward the weapons, he soon came to find that the majority of them belonged to himself and what seemed like the weapons of the captives… He laughed to himself.
“What a stroke of luck!” Naur said while sheathing his sword and putting away his knives.
After he got everything in order, he too left the building… Now he would have a chance to put his plan into action.
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((I apologize for taking so long to post... I guess I was caught up with too many things. I will try to post more often. Sorry about this!))
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Post by Turin on Apr 5, 2005 12:17:30 GMT -5
Blinded now by the fury and anxiety of losing his sister, Arandil showed little restraint as he crashed through the wooden door of the outpost. The two guards inside had little time to think before the mighty man from the west had slew them both wickedly and without mercy. One of the men, cursing his luck, nursing a fatal wound across the gut looked up helplessly at the cruel eyes of Arandil, blood soaked sword held ready to strike.
The man's death was swift as Arandil plunged the blade into his chest.
Unawares of the other two guards on the outside, Arandil slowly regained his composure. Little did he know that if not for the valour of his friends, the man of Gondor would not see his sister in this world again.
One guard crept silently to the opening of the door and unsheathed his blade, his intent clear. Aérin was quicker, leaping from the blindside he brought the guard down and quickly finished him off.
The other guard, seeing the odds turn dramatically, ran for the main installation a good mile or so away. He didn't stand a chance, the two female archers had him in thier sights...
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