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Post by The Witch King on Oct 4, 2002 18:38:46 GMT
Rides along the East west road with a small army of about a hundred orcs heading towards the town of Bree. His horse strides out, crunching the bit in it's mouth, foam dripping from it's lips. The Orcs hurry along trying to keep pace with their master.
He hears a rustle in the undergrowth to his right and pulls his horse up sharply. Raises his hand to silence the Orcs and all eyes peer into the dark covering of the trees, searching for movement...
A cold breeze whispers through the branches, lifting the leaves, making it difficult to detect anyone hiding there. But then he spots her - a brown haired girl, disappearing deeper into the forest.
He signals again and the Orcs surge forward, reaching for their swords and daggers. Three race after the girl, moving swiftly towards her. The rest filter into the woods, moving in lines, hacking at the undergrowth, eager to find those who escaped from the town.*
Hunt them all down!
*Draws his sword and follows..*
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Post by Imrel on Oct 4, 2002 23:11:42 GMT
*Stops very suddenly, hearing something. At first she takes it for the silence cloaking her footfalls, but she realizes it is more than that. Just as some sense of deep dread catches a hold off her heart-*
Imrel, look out! *Brem hurls himself at the Ranger's back, flattening her to the ground as an arrow flies over them, no doubt where her stomach was a second ago.*
*Imrel looks up at the arrow, embedded in a nearby tree, through a cutrain of hair.* Brem, you shouldn't be here. Run. *It was a little too late for that. All at once, three Orcs were upon them, now little more than fearful creatures cowering in the brush. Imrel hastily rolls over so Brem is underneath, pinned down by her outstretched arm. One of the Orcs raises an ugly blade...
*Imrel suddenly finds her feet, and leaps to them, while Brem lies still, petrified. Her sword is drawn in a flash of silver, and it slices upwards to meet with the Orc's weapon. He strikes again, but she parries, and runs him through in the gut. His sword falls to the forest floor before he keels over.
*His companions are invigorated with a new fierceness, and Imrel is soon fighting for her life. Sweat prickles at her brow, dampening her matted hair. One Orc jabs, she sidesteps, slices at the other, but is blocked, edges back, parries a blow aimed at her skull, blocks, parries, blocks... Just as it seems all she can do it defend herself, the second Orc raises his blade with a great cry of victory, and she seizes her chance, slicing through his unprotected neck.
*Dodges his falling body, and turns back, panting, to the remaining opponent. Her eyes are flashing a deep, bloody scarlet at random intervals, and she continues hacking at the Orc's sword. Only she is getting tired, and he remains strong. Gradually staggers back, struggling to regain a grip on her sword's hilt, beginning to bow under the weight of her enemy's blade.
*Finally backs up against a tree, still parrying the blows the Orc sends at her. The flickering in her eyes stops, and their expression fades. There's nowhere to go, and exhaustion is getting to her. The Orc finally suceeds in knocking her sword away, leaving her unarmed but for the arrows sitting uselessly in her quiver. He raises his sword to strike a fatal blow, but suddenly, he has stopped moving. He lets out one last, shuddering breath, and falls at Imrel's feet.*
*Brem, breathing heavily and stark white in the face, pulls Imrel's sword from the base of the Orc's back, sobbing with terror. He discards the weapon and goes quickly to his friend's side. She has collapsed at the foot of the tree.* Imrel... Are you all right?
*Shakes her head, trying to wave off the mental fog obscuring her vision.* I'm fine... Get out of here, Brem. *Faints.*
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 5, 2002 13:27:39 GMT
*Crouches low over his horses neck to avoid the hanging branches as he presses on deeper into the woods. He catches the odd glimpse of figures running up ahead but they seem to have evaded capture so far.
Spread out! I want every inch of this wood covered.
Leave no stone unturned. I want them found by nightfall.
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Post by Imrel on Oct 5, 2002 18:41:19 GMT
*Imrel wakes, several minutes later, to Brem peering anxiously into her face and the odd raindrop landing on her nose.* Rain. That's all we need.
Look on the bright side, Im, at least it'll be harder for the Orcs to burn anything now. *Helps her up.*
I suppose you're right. *Puts a hand to her temple.* Urgh, I haven't half got a headache...
*Freezes suddenly.* Do you hear that?
*Listens. There is a rustling through the trees up ahead. Cautiously, she pulls the yew bow from her belt, draws an arrow from her quiver and fits it to it, aiming at the source of the sound. Pulls the arrow back, ready to let it fly.*
*A Hobbit stumbles out of the trees, before them, holding up his hands.* Don't shoot me, I'm no Orc. Jayan said you needed help.
*Lowers her bow, breathing heavily in relief.* Jake. It's good to see you. Don't worry, we're both all right for the time being. But... I've a bad feeling this place is crawling with Orcs...
*Nods feverishly.* I managed to go unnoticed, but... *Blinks, looking as though he has to hold in panic.* I was just leaving the group, and they were almost out of the forest, but... *Hangs his head.* I think the Orcs reached them first. I dared not go back.
*Brem's eyes widen.* They must be sweeping through the forest. Rhia and Liu and the others, they won't be safe either!
*Puts away the bow and arrow and picks up her sword.* What can we do? *Before either can fathom an answer, the sound of thundering hoofbeats interupts, seeming to be coming closer to their position.*
How about we run?
Sounds good. *Grabs Brem by the arm, and they follow Jake in a race through the trees.*
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Post by Skrowerif on Oct 6, 2002 16:08:54 GMT
*Sees the ranger and some hobbits ahead of him and slashes with his scimatar through the bracken trying to reach them.*
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Post by Imrel on Oct 6, 2002 19:53:17 GMT
*Screams in shock, completely taken aback by the blade slashing through the low branches. She soon regains control of herself and, motioning for Jake to go ahead with Brem, draws her sword to confront whatever comes through.* Who's there?
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Post by Melian on Oct 7, 2002 13:06:08 GMT
they just finish bandiging aragorn when they hear the sounds of orcs stomping through the forest*
orcs! oh no what should we do?
(a screech so blood curdiling it would stop a dwarf in their tracts is heard a few miles away)
*mel looks up shock and twisted fear cross her face. she closes her eyes for a second and when she opens them her expression is of anger and sarrow*
its the Witch King
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 7, 2002 14:01:01 GMT
*Through the trees he spies an Elven maiden. She stands motionless, looking back at him. The fear clearly etched in her face.
He reins in his horse and calls to a group of Orcs not far to the left of him.
They eye her eagerly, yellow jaws salivating as they stalk her, closing in around her, crouched and ready to spring.
Sits back on his horse and watches..*
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Post by Melian on Oct 9, 2002 12:50:51 GMT
*mel see's something through the trees, a orc, no . . . 3 orcs, and a large dark shape farther back. mel turns to eowyn and aragorn*
get him to safty, now! take my horse and draw your sword, ill cover your backs, u need to get him away from here he's in no condition to fight.
*she turns back, the orcs are much closer now. her deep blue eyes narrow, and deepen to a violet, she pulls out her crossbow, and shoots the first/ closest orc in the throat, then get a arrow and searches for the second and third*
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Post by Skrowerif on Oct 9, 2002 17:33:53 GMT
*Runs towards Imrel slashing wildly with his scimitar, his red eyes glow in the darkness.*
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Post by Imrel on Oct 10, 2002 0:17:51 GMT
*Is ready for this attack and, right before the blade reaches her, dodges to one side, letting him pass. In a single, fluid movement, she sheaths her own sword, draws her bow, and fits an arrow to it.* Hey, Orc! *Tries to keep the tired tremor out of her voice.* I have an arrow aimed directly at your head, and unless you tell me what's going on, I will have no moral difficulty firing!
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Post by Skrowerif on Oct 10, 2002 18:36:23 GMT
*Snarls at her, yellow fangs slavering, still holding his scimatar aloft. Looks at her through narrowed eyes, a hideous grin spreading across his face. Charges again, seemingly fearless.*
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Post by Imrel on Oct 10, 2002 22:02:30 GMT
*Narrows her eyes in return, and fires. The arrow catches him on the inside of his upper left arm. Drops her bow and pulls her sword from its sheath, holding it ready.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Oct 11, 2002 10:40:12 GMT
"I'll be careful," Eowyn promises. "Aragorn shall stay safe."
Eowyn whistles sharply amidst the chaos and Raindew comes running. The horse lies down so Eowyn can put Aragorn on. Struggling in the process of putting Aragorn on the mare and keeping an eye out for the orcs who were coming closer, Eowyn then gets atop the horse herself.
An orc comes and flashes his rotting fangs at the shield maiden. Eowyn takes Aragorn's dagger and throws it at the orc, then draws her sword. She holds it in one hand while grabs Raindew's reins in the other.
"Raindew, run!!!" Eowyn yells to her horse, stabbing her sword at the orcs right before her mare took off, the orcs deciding to chase in pursuit.
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Post by The Witch King on Oct 11, 2002 10:49:39 GMT
*Sees that the Elf is not alone. Two others, one wounded, have clambered onto a horse and are attempting to escape. Drives his horse forward in pursuit of them, crashing through the undergrowth, twisting and turning through the trees.*
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