Shadow over Arnor

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Postby Eleanorae » Sun Sep 17, 2000 12:17 pm

<b>Elrond</b> looked at the sudden assembly and smiled grimly.<BR><BR>'Fear not, my friends, if <b>Malebrance</b> does raise the <b>Balrog</b>, he will not live to tell of his deed. <b>Malebranche</b> was a fastidious student of such ancient lores, but he only knows the ancient scripts, and not what came before. In truth, I am saddened. I would have hoped to have brought <b>Malebranche</b> back from the clutches of the <b>Blood Crow</b> but evil has twisted him too far'<BR><BR><b>Sorael</b> looked up in despair and anguish.<BR><BR>'You've done well, <b>Sorael</b>. I will have need of your new talents. <b>Gandalf</b> would indeed be surprised at what you know now.'<BR><BR>'But..the Balrog?' he uttered confused.<BR><BR>'Leave it to me! I will think on it! In fact,this may be a blessing in disguise. Now, <b>Sorael</b> you need your rest!'<BR><BR>He turned to <b>Almarian</b>,<b>Forinor</b>, <b>Arkaeth</b> and <b>Jon Goatleaf</b>, 'No sign of <b>Halasian</b> or <b>Elavanar</b> I see?' He sighed<BR><BR>'I rue this day should come, but we are ready to fight, and fight is our only recourse.'<BR><BR>Briefly, he updated the travellers with the events of the past few days and the arrival of <b>Mitheradan</b>.<BR><BR>'There are still some evils in the woods around <b>Imladris</b>, ferret them out and take them alive if you can, if not do what you must. Our people seek vengeance now..you will find no shortage of willing volunteers. Just be careful of a few...<b>Belicor</b> and most of all <b>Irgeroth</b>. Be very alert!'
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Postby Radagast » Sun Sep 17, 2000 3:49 pm

Time was running out for Irgeroth.<BR><BR>Malebranche had already departed, and Saruman had forgotten about him. Even Wyoun was missing, and now only a handful of Trolls, some wounded and others dying, lay between him and the wrath of the Elves. But still there was Belicor - ever loyal in a way that even the honorable would respect, though his heart was black as night. He remained with his master, and would do so until the end, for he was a man of honor, twisted though it may be.<BR><BR>Irgeroth was no fool: he had never hoped to take Rivendell, but the arrival of many outsiders had upset his plans. Had these fiery tempered interlopers not interfered, and had Saruman fulfilled his part of the bargain, Rivendell would be of no threat and the War would have already begun. But such things were not to be, and Irgeroth was now concerned for his own safety.<BR><BR>Should Malebranche free the Balrog, the foul demon would undoubtly either seek out any Elven strongholds it could find, thus removing them from the game, or it would head to Mordor, leaving a path of destruction behind it. If it took the southern path that lay near Gondor, that City would probably be greatly weakened or destroyed. Either way, the results were favorable. Until then, he would just have to prevent the Elves and the annoying outsiders from hindering him.<BR><BR>Weighing different options in his mind, Irgeroth came to one conclusion of what might hinder his foes for awhile. In his many years of magic study, Irgeroth had learned of a means to reanimate the dead into a horrid construct of flesh and bone. During his visits to Saruman's tower, he had been able to confirm the nature of this spell while the Wizard was not watching him or guarding his secrets. <BR><BR>Irgeroth had the wounded Trolls recover a few corpses of their fallen, and he then sent the unharmed Trolls on patrol while he began the ritual. Belicor then slew each of the wounded Trolls with a venomed arrow, and Irgeroth began the incantation over the pile of bodies.<BR><BR>The part of the spell had to be completed at sunset, and Irgeroth then cut his hand and poured the blood upon the bodies. A sickly glow enveloped them, and they soon stirred with dark Unlife.<BR><BR>Limbs twitched and began to move, and mouths gasped and snarled. An unholy creation rose up from the ground - a single monster of sheer horror, pieced together from the slashed remains of a dozen Trolls. It towered over the living, ghashing its death and clawing at air.<BR><BR>Drained of part of his own life, Irgeroth gave the beast the simple instructions to slay any who departed Rivendell, but not to enter the Elven stronghold. The beast began to lumber off, and with his last effort, Irgeroth cast a Veil of Shadows about it, so that its true nature was not immediately apparent. Because of its size and shape, he could not make it appear to be an Elf or Man, but he could warp the light about it, so that hitting with weapons from afar would be nearly impossible.<BR><BR>With that, Irgeroth collapsed. <BR><BR>Belicor, loyal as always, took up his master and placed him upon his horse. Then, with the remains Trolls as escorts, they headed East, away from Rivendell and away from the Flesh Horror.<BR><BR>(OOC: There - that should fix you good guys! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Sun Sep 17, 2000 5:30 pm

Kunarr was stunned by what he had just seen.... dead creatures brought back to life... who was this man, if man he be. After a while they moved off and Kunarr followed.<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>Dungle and Bungle made their way into theirhome village... the wispering spread...<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>Wyoun found an old camp site an a few day old track... he was on the right trail of this deadly ranger, but where was he going and what was he going to do when he get's there... these where some of the questions that his master had taught him to ask of himself, Wyoun would slow his pace for a while...
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Postby Arthedain » Mon Sep 18, 2000 8:38 am

Forinor and 5 other men of Gondor, and a few elves of Rivendell moved warily through the bush to the south, and they watched with keen eyes. A couple of times half-crazed trolls in shadow attacked them, but were killed, but the loss of two elves and two men were too high a price to pay. They continued to search for any sin of the enemy. They came to the old camp where Halasian and Forinor raided a week ago, and there was no sign of it ever being reoccupied. They moved furtwehr into the wood, and met up with 3 other elves who were on the search also. They talked and it was decided to search in a wider pattern, so Forinor and the three remaining men of Gondor searched to the northwest.<BR><BR>Darkness came and there was no sign of any of the enemy, just sign of where they have been recently. The men rested and watched through the night, and it was maybe two hours before dawn when Forinor was awakened from a dream by what he thought was music. It turned out the music was in his head and it was the music Eleanorae had played that night that now seemed so long ago. He arose and relieved the guard and sat on a treebranch and watched and listened. He thought he heard rustling in the bush about the time the morning light first appeared, and so he moved in stealth to check it out. He found a trail of one easy on their feet, and they were among many other heavy track, and he followed it for a ways. He had the feeling he was being watched, and so he slowly backtracked as he looked warily into the dark woods. It seemed he saw some eyes, and they appeared as though they were Eleanorae's eyes from when they first saw each other that night of her music performance. Forinor blinked and klooked again but there were no eyes. He thought to himself that he best get more rest and he may still be affected by the healing herbs of Elrond. He came back to camp as the sky brightened and he could see the others awake and ready to move. "Just like Ithilien!" one said to Forinor as he readied to move out. "Yeah, similar, yet different, though the danger be ever the same I deem." Forinor said as they slipped into the trees shadowing the track Forinor had found earlier.
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Sep 18, 2000 10:08 am

In the ruins of Tharbad, Halasian set up his traps and ambushes. He was very familiar with this place, having forded the Greyflood many times, and having lived there alone for a time he knew the ruins. He climbed a stone tower remnent and looked out south along the road. He could see close in an approaching horse with two riders. It was the one he sighted earlier, and they wound be upon him within the hour. He looked east and carefully looked along the wetlands and the plain, but he saw no movement. To the north were only birds, obviously eating at some carcass. Yes, he was ready. Here was the place of his choice to bring the fight to the enemy. the crossing of the Greyflood was in his hands.
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Postby Radagast » Mon Sep 18, 2000 3:54 pm

A few of the crows and ravens rose from the corpses, circling high over the passage of the Greyflood, and they cackled and snapped at each other in their harsh tongue. Two then swept away from the others, born on wings of darknest night, and their eyes glinted red, though none could see this from afar. <BR><BR>They fell again upon another place where carrion must lie, but it was not so. Nilvoth was still tracking his prey, and, like many in the ranks of the Crows, he could speak with their foul messengers. <BR><BR>The ebon bird cackled, "There is another man you should be wary of - a warrior of some sort. He lies near the passage over the Greyflood, armed and dangerous. Traps were set by him in the last hours, and he awaits the arrival of your prey."<BR><BR>Nilvoth thought to himself, "Then they must be dear to him - quite a feat it would be to slay them all at once. But care is needed... Great care..."<BR><BR>The bird spoke again, "He does not seem to know of you, at least not exactly, but he is obviously expecting some trouble."<BR><BR>"Then he shall find it, but only when I am ready. South of here lies another possible way to cross the River. It is not easy, and I will loose time. But it should be safer, and he shall not know where his foes have gone. Keep an eye on him!"<BR><BR>Cackling again, the bird took off, and Nilvoth subtly shifted his course southwards, intending to cross the Greyflood at another point and thus attack the Ranger when he wished. This would mean his prey would reach the Ranger before him, but that could only be avoided by walking into a trap.<BR><BR>And so the game continued...<BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Sep 18, 2000 4:42 pm

Wyoun moved through the SwanFleet mashes... he had guessed that the ranger was heading for Tharbad, and that he may try to hold up their and make a stand, if that was the rangers choice then stand he would but he would also die there... Wyoun could taste the fight of his life brewing in his soul and the fire burned in his eye's, his master would be proud of him....
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Postby heliona » Tue Sep 19, 2000 9:56 am

Almarian and Jon led out a Patrol of Elves, searching for invaders of Imladris. Silently though they trod, the only things they came upon were the remains of trolls, and tracks of injured ones leading off into the surrounding forest. Almarian and Jon had a whispered conversation about whether to follow them.<BR><BR>"If we had Elendur or Halasìan with us, then I would say yes, but we are not experienced enough to fight trolls, even injured, with such a small group of us," Almarian said.<BR><BR>"But you are a Ranger, and trained well, and these Elves are wanting blood. Why should we not take a chance?" Jon replied, his confidence boosted by his training.<BR><BR>Almarian shook her head. "No, we are not enough. We should go back and report."<BR><BR>Jon looked into Almarian's stern grey eyes, and knew that she was right. So they turned back, and silently ran into Imladris, taking an indirect route, should anyone try to follow them.<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>Arkaeth was also out on patrol, with Lilion, the Elf that the Rangers had ridden with earlier. They, too, only found the remains of past fights, and, finally turning back from their search, Arkeath looked up at the sky, and felt as though the world was waiting for something to happen. Shrugging off the uncomfortable feeling, he and the Elves headed back to the Great Hall.
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Postby Snowdog » Tue Sep 19, 2000 2:13 pm

<i>OOC: This is back up the timeline a ways. I'll try and get him caught up.)</i><BR><BR>Elendur rode and followed track to Hollin Ridge, but the track changed. He looked carefully and could see where Halasian loaded the rocks on his horse, and also of others who tracked him. The rock opening looked fresh dug and Elendur knew that Halasian went underground there. He looked around and listened for any movement, but there was none. Elendur had a good idea where halasian was heading, so he took off west along the ridge. An couple days later, he spotted one making his way through the marshes with what seemed to make tracks like an orc.surely they were the ones tracking Halasian, and Elendur now knew that Halasian was heading for or has already came to Tharbad. He rode ahead now skirting the swampland south and made speed to Tharbad.
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Postby Mitheradan » Wed Sep 20, 2000 1:06 pm

As he traveled back to Imladris, <b>Mitheradan</b> was thinking about what <b>Eleanorae</b> had told him regarding <b>Elavanar</b> before she parted ways with him. He could not help but feel much sorrow for her. He remembered how close they once were and he had enjoyed their company many times through the years. "I hope that she finds him and they are able to work out their problems", he thought to himself.<BR><BR>All of a sudden <b>Mitheradan</b> felt a blinding pain in his head, such as he had never felt before, and fell to the ground. A vision formed in his head, similar to others that he had seen before, yet there was something different this time. Never had it caused such pain in the past. His eyes went wider as the vision progressed. <BR><BR>When it was over, he just lay there on the ground. A tear formed in his eye and he knew the end was near.<BR><BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Thu Sep 21, 2000 5:15 am

<b>Halasian</b> was ready for the approach of the horse with two riders. As they got near he could see they were wounded, so he refrained from springing the first trap. As they entered the ruins of <b>Tharbad</b> to attempt to ford the river <b>Halasian</b> followed in the ruins. As they started to cross a shallow sidestream of the river, <b>Halasian</b> sprung out and knocked them both off the horse. The man fell but sprung up with his sword drawn and <b>Halasian</b> stepped back for a second. <b>Hayna</b> swung his sword with his good arm at <b>Halasian</b> but his ferverent blows were deflected easily. The steel in <b>Hayna's</b> sword was of good make as it would only spark and notch instead of shattering. <b>Haiasian</b> moved to dispatch the weary wounded man and was going to finish him when he heard a cry from the one still laying in the water. <BR><BR><i>"<b>Haiasian! NO! Hayna! No!</b>"</i><BR><BR><b>Halasian</b> froze. It was her voice, even in anger she could smite him with her voice. He looked at the man he was going to kill and lowered his sword. He was within seconds of killing his only son. <b>Hayna</b> flamed in anger when he realized it was his father and tried to get up, but his earlier burst of energy had weakened him too much in his wounded state. <b>Forwycn</b> stood and looked at <b>Halasian</b>, and turned to <b>Hayna</b> and said, <BR><BR><i><b>Hayna</b>, put your hatred away! Please! for me will you do this?"</i><BR><BR>She then turned to <b>Halasian</b> and said, <BR><BR><i>"I have much to say to you, and it will wait for another time, but I will say this now. Though I have been and am still bitter toward you for your leaving us, I have always in that time loved you. My stubbornness would not let me say this before, anf when we were at the Lord & Lady's wedding, I wanted to reach out to you, but I could not. I love you <b>Halasian</b>, and I have come also to battle whatever and whoever beside my husband wherever he goes."</i><BR><BR><b>Halasian</b> was stunned! He could not see this coming. The last thing he expected was his wife and son showing up when he was preparing to wage war against those of the darkness. He realized then that the situation had changed much. He could not and would not put his family at risk even if they risked all in their trek. He did not know exactly what to do, but time was running out, for even as the spoke, others were approaching the ruins.
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Postby Radagast » Thu Sep 21, 2000 3:33 pm

Nilvoth rode on with blinding speed - a black streak amid the long shadows through by the morning sun. The wind whistled past, drowning out the ghostly silence of his steed.<BR><BR>Ahead lay the southern passage of the Greyflood - nothing more than a widened part of the river with a few large stone lying amid the whitewash. But it would be enough to get across.<BR><BR>With great care, the mad Elf lead his horse from rock to rock in careful leaps. Though progress was slow, he soon across the river, leaving its swirling radiance beyond.<BR><BR>He spurred his steed onwards, and the black beast snorted mist from its nostrils as it again rode with the wind. Nilvoth then mouthed a spell of old, and the pair of rings set upon his hands glowed with a sickly green light. One hand reached for his sword - a weapon with a long, curved blade and an ornate blackmetal grip - and the blade flashed with corpselight. A good hit from any weapon in the Mad Elf's hands would drain the life and soul from a foe, and that was how Nilvoth survived so many things that would destroyed most others of his kind.<BR><BR>Off in the distance, he could see the ruins of Tharbard, calling to him in the light...<BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Fri Sep 22, 2000 1:21 am

<b>Wyoun</b> had crossed the marshes and was now coming at <b>Tharbad</b> from the south, and had sent the two orcs <b>Kazcar</b> the uruk hai and <b>Nigslith</b> the snaga up the water corse to the crossing. It was then that the Ranger came out of hiding... he could see the warrior and then others appeared and there was a ringing of steel...<BR><BR><b>Wyoun</b> drew out the ancient longsword <b>Akula</b> and rushed in on the rangers blind side, but pulled up short at the sound of the woman’s voice, he could now see the two combatants.... surely here was father and son.... and may be the mother.... life and fire blazed in the eye's of <b>Wyoun</b>.... at that moment a cry went up... the orcs must have found the woman.... <b>Wyoun</b> seen the ranger turn towards the sound, he called to the Ranger..." I am <b>Wyoun</b> of the <b>BloodCrows</b> I meet you now as the champion and student of my master, I demand that you put your sword up and do battle with Me.."<BR>
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Postby Eleanorae » Sat Sep 23, 2000 4:06 pm

[ooc: Sorry not posted for a while]<BR><BR>The trail of <b>Wyoun</b> was long and twisting, doubling back on itself repeatedly, almost tying the followers in knots. Was this the result of <b>Wyoun's</b> work or the ranger they followed?<BR><BR><b>Elavanar</b> was tiring rapidly, his horse had fallen down a cleft in the rocks some while back and this had slowed their pace. The horse was left to die, and he rode now with the mannikin. With every hoofbeat, he heard the insiduous laughter of the red furred beast <b>Weazle</b>, it's twisted grin was now emblazoned in his skull. 'One more cackle and I'll spear the thing from mouth to groin, I swear' he thought savagely. Filled with self loathing, and hatred, all <b>Elavanar</b> wanted to do was kill. He wanted to be devoid of all feelings, divorce himself from reality. He held the stem of his bow tightly. Soon...soon. He pictured his slim arrow arching it's way into the enemy..yes.. then he could be at peace with himself. Only then.<BR><BR><b>Eleanorae</b> was a blur in his mind, he couldn't formulate an image of her in his head. Just death...and to kill. He lived just to kill.<BR><BR><b>Bryna</b> padded behind him. Her eyes constantly watching...on her guard. Although <b>Elavanar</b> had slowed them <b>Wyoun's</b> trail was fresh. Indistinct at times, it took all <b>Bryna's</b> skill to decipher the markings, but she knew they were not far behind.<BR><BR>She stopped, and motioned the others to silence. In the distance she could hear faint voices. She beckoned them to increase their pace. <BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR><b>Malebranche</b> cursed the ground <b>Sorael</b> walked upon, as his replacement mare trudged through the slippery undergrowth, The beast was good, but not as fleet footed as <b>Sorael</b>. Where had the horse vanished to? There was something strange about it? {b]alebranche</b> didn't quite know what. He journeyed on. It would take some weeks to get to <b>Moria</b>, but the waking of the <b>Balrog</b> would be his infinite glory. The elves would die. They would die most horribly.<BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><BR>It grieved <b>Eleanorae</b> to have left <b>Mitheradan</b>. The two had been very close once, but now the elf seemed strange and aloof. She walked some way, trying to get a sense for where her brother could be. She was beginning to find the search pointless. All the trails seemed cold and dead, leading her in circles. <b>Eleanorae</b> suddenly sensed <b>Mitheradan</b>. He needed her! He was dying! She turned, and ran back the way she had come. She hoped she wasn't too late!<BR>---------------------------------------------------------------------<BR><b>Vartreau</b> slunk past the elven patrols, familiar as he was with the surrounds. He smiled. Ahead he saw, half hidden in the bush, <b>Forinor</b> and another. He avoided them easily, circumnavigating their puny ambush, and delved further into <b>Imladris</b>.<BR><BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Sat Sep 23, 2000 10:39 pm

<b>Forwycn</b> saw the Orcs coming at them from upriver. She quickly kicked the small one in his face and knocked him backwards, but the large one grabbed her and threw her down into the shallow water. <b>Hayna</b> turned and ran toward her, ignoring the approaching figure that challenged <b>Halasian</b>. With renewed energy <b>Hayna</b> charged the Orc and their blades met in fury. <b>Forwycn</b> tried to get up when the smaller orc came at her again, but she had managed to jam her sword hilt into the rocks in time and the orc fell upon it as it dove for her.<BR><BR><b>Halasian</b> wasted no time in turning toward <b>Wyoun</b>. He looked at the Bloodcrow and smirked saying, <i>"I know your kind. Which one of them do you work for?"</i> And <b>Halasian</b> stood with his sword at ready, and they stared each other in the eyes.<BR>__________________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>Having come to the South road about a ¼ mile south of the Tharbad ruins, <b>Elendur</b> turned north and rode with speed. He shortly came into the ruins, and took a narrow way toward the river. He could see several figures there, and it looked like fighting going on. <b>Elendur</b> drew his sword and charged on, eyeing a large orc.<BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Sun Sep 24, 2000 2:08 am

"You have not earned the right to know my masters name..., and you are very wrong about me I am a man of honor, A chmpion among the Black Numenoreans, and a noble worrior... I am <b>Wyoun</b>, but then what would you know of honor or respect... you are nothing but a savage, know this, when I kill you and if your SON and the woman win their battle... I will give them safe passage from this place. Now we must dance alittle." <b>Wyoun</b> bowed but never took his eye's off the ranger in front of him... and then the their was the clash and ring of steel on steel...<BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR><b>Kazcar</b> the great orc and BloodCrow seen the small orc die, in one fluent move of lightning speed he back handed the young man off his feet and reversed his sword and smashed the woman in the head and she droped and did not move, the young man had only just recovered when a sword hilt smashed into his face and sweet painless darkness took him.... <b>Kazcar</b> the fighting Uruk Hai was about to finish them off when he heard thundering hooves... he rushed out of the water to meet horse and rider.
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Postby Radagast » Sun Sep 24, 2000 9:55 am

Nilvoth rode onwards, drawing near his prey. He saw that another had reached them first - a young man clad in black with an aura of dignity and arrogance about himself. The Mad Elf slowed his steed and snuck into the shadows of the scrubby woods to watch for the moment and learn the alliances and strength of these combatants...<BR>
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Sep 24, 2000 12:59 pm

<b>Halasian</b> laughed at the words of <b>Wyoun</b>. He moved slow and with skill, moving to stop the sword of Wyoun and at times making a move and a feint on him. <BR><BR><i>"Things are never what they seem Bloodcrow. You claim to be noble and honorable yet you dishonor yourself by serving the savagry of the Bloodcrow order.</i> *Clang* *Clang* *Tsshshhhht* <i>And I a savage of mixed blood, bringing dishonor to the noble and honorable line of the Dúnedain.</i>*cling-cling-cling* <i>I use the way of the assasins to serve the good, and you use your nobility to serve the darkness.</i> *cling* *tiktik-tik* <i>We both will betray and be betrayed in the end."</i><BR><BR>They moved with skill and were oblivious to all else around them.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Sun Sep 24, 2000 9:35 pm

"<i>We are estranged brother's you and I, but you have lost your way my brother...</i>. The two great worriors used their blades with same beauty that an artist uses a brush, however the picture that they were painting was beautiful and grim to behold.<BR><BR><b>Wyoun</b> retreived his long knife from behind his back and he wadeded in sword and knife, attacking <b>Halasìan</b> high and low, every blow was defeated. Then in came the Ranger with his sword racing in at blinding speed from many different angles, but sword and knife were there to meet it.<BR><BR><b>Wyoun</b> gave himself a bit of room... <i>"you will never defeat the BloodCrows, Ranger, in the end even the all seeing EYE in the east will bow down to us."</i> At that moment <b>Wyoun</b> rolled hard and low in an attempt to hamstring <b>Halasìan</b> but at the last moment the older man jumped clear and luaghed as they faced each other,<b>Wyoun</b> then used words of power on the Ranger...<i>"why don't you give up old man, you look very tired and care worn, leave now and I'll let you enjoy our last days in some mountain retreat safe and sound, what do you say my friend.."</i> he wated to see what effect his spell would have if any...
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Postby Mitheradan » Mon Sep 25, 2000 12:45 pm

When <b>Eleanorae</b> finally found <b>Mitheradan</b>, he was lying on the ground unconcious. She ran over and kneeled down to see if he was still alive. She saw that he breathed still. "Thank Elbereth, he still lives", she whispered. After a minute, <b>Mitheradan</b> awoke with a cry. He quickly got up and grabbed his axe and turned to face the unknown figure that had stood over him.<BR><BR><b>Eleanorae</b> startled by his actions, quickly saw that he had an unknowing look in his eye and that he would not recognize her unless she did something quickly. She began singing a song that he had taught her many years ago, about Gondolin and its splendur. Upon hearing this <b>Mitheradan</b> stopped his advance. He stood there for a moment as though he were in a trance and then fell to his knees, using his axe to keep himself from falling over totally.<BR><BR><b>Eleanorae</b> ran over to him and asked him what had happened. As he he turned to look at her she gasped. His eyes which were usually the color of the sea, were black as pitch. "I know what is coming", he said to her, "I have seen it. I have seen that which we have feared for so long. I have also seen that to play my part in all this may cost all that I have and all that I am. Yet to turn away would cost me the lives of all I hold dear. I cannot allow that." <b>Eleanorae</b> held him as he started to cry and he returned her embrace and hoped silently that it would not be for the last time.
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Postby Snowdog » Mon Sep 25, 2000 5:31 pm

Forinor and the two others followed a confused, twisted track through the hills and trees. Forinor was for sure that it came back around on itself, but the marks were strange. But soon he had come to a place not far from Imladris, again looking and recognizing the land where he and Halasian had raided the encampment. THe fresh trail continued on toward Imladris, and Forinor said to the others, <BR><BR><i>"So whoever we trailed, they twisted us and made way toward The House of Elrond. Let us continue to the north and east."</i><BR><BR>Forinor led the other men on a quick but light sprint through the woods. The long service in Ithilien had come in handy when following track, but instead of the heavy and more careless dark minions, he was now following ones that moved light as the elves. It was indeed a challenge.<BR><BR>Shortly Forinor heard sound and his fist went up, stopping the others in their track. He moved slow and sure to the edge of a bush and looked over. He could see two elves there, and one was moving to kill the other. Forinor grabbed his sword hilt and was ready to spring, but suddenly a song came from the other. The voice was sweet sounding but had a gravelly feel to it, and the song was brief. The two elves turned and Forinor recognzed one as Eleanorae, but did not recognize the one leaning on the axe. Knowing Eleanorae as a friend, he signalled the others it was ok to advance and he started to stand. as the two elves talked. Quietly they advanced toward the small clearing where the elves stood. Forinor was about to announce their presence when the elves embraced, so he froze for a bit and felt his blood heat up. Forinor was shocked at this reaction, and he shook it off, and said, <BR><BR><i>"Hail from Forinor, and the remains of his troop from Gondor."</i><BR>
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Postby Radagast » Mon Sep 25, 2000 5:59 pm

Irgeroth and Belicor had vanished from the eyes of even the Wise, disappearing as is the wont of their kind, only to reappear again with their knives in the back of a trusting soul. But in truth, they were not far from Eleanorae or Mithrandan, yet they headed deeper into the darkness, determined not to be seen...<BR><BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Sep 25, 2000 8:51 pm

<b>Kunarr</b> cursed under his breath he had lost the two that he had been following but then he heard singing come from somedistance away, he move off in that direction...
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Postby Snowdog » Tue Sep 26, 2000 10:36 pm

Elendur charged in and swung his sword at the large orc, but the orc stepped out and in and the swing missed, but Elendur put up his foot and slammed his heel into the orc as he rode by. This knocked down the orc and nearly knocked Elendur out of his saddle. Elendur pulled the reins and the horse turned, and Elendur dismounted with a fury and charged the orc as he got up. Their swords met and the ring of steel rang loud. Elendur turned and was hit in the hip with the orc blade, but this slowed the orc's recovery and Elendur drove his swoerd into the neck of the Urik. He fell backwards gurgling, and Elendur fell to one knee holding his wound, and he fell to his hands and knees. He then looked and saw Forwycn lying in the stream with blood running down from her scalp, and he crawled over to her and lifted her head. He then noticed another starting to move nearby, and his sight grew dim so he closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the water flowing over rocks, and the sound of swords clashing.
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Postby Snowdog » Wed Sep 27, 2000 8:27 am

Halasian kept his eye close on Wyoun as they moved and sparred. Wyoun's words he spoke were smooth but Halasian knew what he was trying to do. Halasian remembered the words of the one in the cave, and he remained wary of Wyoun. As they turned, Halasian became aware of the Ranger Elendur killing the large orc, and he remembered that Forwycn was there and his mind wandered. Wyoun saw his chance and swiftly moved and swung his sword at Halasian, who barely got his blade up and deflected the blade somewhat. But the Mithril edge of Halasian's sword notched and the tip of Wyouns sword broke off, and the blade's broken end sliced through Halasian's neck, though his quick side movement didn't allow too serious a cut. Nonetheless, blood poured down his neck as he fell to the ground, and Wyoun turned to finish him. But Halasian rolled swiftly as by instinct and he threw his knife with deadly accuract at Wyoun. But He too was quick to reack and instead of the deadly neck hit, Halasian's knife embedded into the Shoulder of Wyoun, causing him to stagger back a step. Halasian quickly stood and again had his sword at ready to meet Wyoun. They stared at each other, both looking weak from the loss of blood.<BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Wed Sep 27, 2000 11:21 pm

Wyoun, burned with rage how could he let the filthy rangers blade get to him, the fact that the blood was pooring out did not seem to phase him one bit... It was then that he noticed a dark figure walking around in the shadows of the ruins...
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Postby Snowdog » Sun Oct 01, 2000 9:30 pm

Halasian looked over and saw Elendur holding Forwycn up out of the water, and so he turned to Wyoun and slowly stepped away toward the other Ranger keeping his eyes on Wyoun. He also noticed an approaching rider with a couple horses coming up from the south.. He was curious who this was. There also was a dark one watching, he could feel it. He was thinking of the end of his line for Hayna was missing. He had crawled away after coming to, which was suprising because he would not leave Forwycn in her need. Halasian stared constantly at Wyoun as he backed off.
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Oct 02, 2000 3:35 am

<b>Wyoun</b> watched as the ranger backed away towards what he guessed to be his wife, he thought of finishing his battle and killing the other man as well, but Wyoun had given his word and in the battle the ranger who he cared not for, but his wife may die and his word weather the ranger believed him or not meant a lot to Wyoun.<BR><BR>Off in the distance Wyoun could see riders coming, the ranger Halasìan, he had heard the woman call... Wyoun placed his own long knife back in it's secret sheath and keeping his eye's locked with that of Halasìan's he bowed as low as the wound would let him..."we will meet again Halasìan and then we shall finish it, but for now I keep my word... I am a Bloodcrow.." with that <b>Wyoun</b> fleed in to some low laying scrub and disapeared...
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Postby Snowdog » Wed Oct 04, 2000 7:46 pm

Halasian backed away and gave Wyoun a low sidewave of his hand after sheathing his sword, and they recognized a truce for now. Wyoun soon slipped away and was out of sight. Halasian came over to Forcwyn and Elendur and helped them both up, and they made their way into the ruins to hide and rest. There was no sign of Hayna anywhere. Halasian eyed about them warily, and knew there was one watching from afar, and was tracking them, so as soon as he led them west into the ruins, he cut back southeast to a haven that was hidden on the east side of the ruins. They had highground in their place and could see well into the ruins and the river ford. Halasian and Elendur talked of their situation and wondered at the whereabouts of hayna, and who was trying to watch them. Forcwyn said if it was a dark one, it was the one who had captured her and Hayna, and she feared him much. She was feeling guilt in herself in thinking she could even do battle. She was so against fighting that it pained her to think of the fight, but deep down she felt good in a way and was for the first time in long years was glad to be in the company of halasian. Elendur watched while Forcwyn and halasian talked and caught a little sleep.
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Postby Snowdog » Sat Oct 07, 2000 12:30 pm

Forinor and his men met with Eleanorae and Mitheradan. Forinor looked around warily and whispered, <BR><BR><i>"Elavaner was seen moving south and another also went that way earlier. My man Imrhid was moving up through the wilderness and met us ere yesterday and he saw a elf of his description heading south."</i><BR><BR>Eleanorae looked at Forinor, and nodded, and she said to Mitheradan,<BR><BR><i>"I wish to go in search of him. What say ye?"</i><BR><BR>Mitheradan thought of his path, but Forinor decided that they will go in pursuit of him.
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