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Post by Imrel on Oct 24, 2002 2:04:18 GMT
*Imrel and Melian are so very nearly clear of the Orc swarm, but breaking through to the riverside is porving far more difficult than anticipated. The Orcs seem to have realised the fact that their master is finishing off the two humans before moving along, and they are focused on blocking Im and Mel's attempts to aid their friends.*
No... *Imrel is still wielding her sword, not that it's getting her far. She's even being pushed backwards. Tears of pain sear at the corners of her eyes and blood trickles down her back.* Rhia- *Whirls around and stabs fiercely.* Jayan- *Ducks and aims a low blow.* Where is everyone...
*Finally, exhausted, Firebird is shunted to the muddy ground, gasping and still fending off weapons. A wounded Orc falls on top of her, heavily over her torso. A thick boot treads a lock of her hair painfully into the earth. Breath coming in short wheazes, she finds the strength to yell in a high, shrill voice that carries over the wind and rain.* Witch King! Why are you doing this?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Oct 24, 2002 9:11:26 GMT
Eowyn quickly jumps off her horse, nudging Aragorn to do the same. She lies down flat in the long-grass, bracing herself for the worst. "Hand in there Aragirn," she whispers in a tired voice.
Eowyn's bright blue eyes look up and see the mace swinging even more violenlty. "Raindew!" she yells in a worried voice as the mace comes closer to her mare's head....
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Post by Melian on Nov 7, 2002 14:50:19 GMT
*one arm broken and badly beaten, melian fights the mass of orcs, finally too tiered and in pain to fight any more with her last exerpt of energy, knowing it will tip off the wk that she is the important one that excaped from mordor only a year ago, she lets out on powerful note it seams that she is chaniling all her energy into it, her eyes begin to faintly glow blue, and she finds the strangth to create a song to save her friends and lead the orcs away.
they fallow as she sings:
come all ye orcs, your time has come
fallow me into the forest
though i am week my voice is strong
grabing you, pulling you in violence
fallow me ocrs to your journys end,
off the cliff that waits around the bend.
keep walking on till you cant fallow
for your heads are big and hallow,
come with me to journys end,
for there will be no tomarrow (mel repets song as she limps into the forest saving her friends.)
*the orcs fallow as the melody and words begin to entrance there minds*
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Post by Imrel on Nov 7, 2002 22:48:00 GMT
*Imrel gasps in erlief and surprise as the Orcs gradually lose interest in battling, and follow Melian listlessly. With a great deal of effort, she pushes the fallen Orc off of her and scrambles to her feet, temporarily stunned by the current goings on.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 8, 2002 7:29:43 GMT
The mace about the hit Raindew's head for the worst, Eowyn suddenly gets an idea. She pulls Raindew's tail and the mare takes a few steps back, then can't go further because Raindew was frozen in terror. Then Eowyn quickly takes her sword and points it high in the air, hoping that the mace will go around it and cause no damage.
"Forth Eorlingas!" she cries as she holds her sword high and awaits the results for the better, or worse...
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Post by Melian on Nov 8, 2002 15:00:54 GMT
*mel continues singing and leading untill they are quite a distance away. she hopes her friends will be able to handle the rest them selves. she finds a cliff and befins to throw the orcs off one by one still singing*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 10, 2002 16:17:57 GMT
Raindew neighs in fright and Eowyn still holds the sword up, hoping for the best...
*Come on!* Eowyn thinks to herself as she looks at the Witch King with a glare and wonders what he's up to...
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Post by Melian on Nov 11, 2002 17:06:07 GMT
*high and shrill melian concluded her song with:
jump! jump! jump! jump!
*forcing the orcs to leap off the clif*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 12, 2002 13:17:18 GMT
OOC: When will this part of the plot continue? I'm stuck because I'm not the one controlling the mace and have to wait for the person I'm fighting!
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Post by Melian on Nov 14, 2002 15:02:16 GMT
ooc: pm him
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 16, 2002 7:29:23 GMT
OOC: I'd better before this story will fall apart! I thought that the climax should be reached... is it?
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Post by Imrel on Nov 17, 2002 6:25:13 GMT
Ooc: Probably. If he doesn't show up, one of us could just post a conclusion to wrap up the story.
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Post by The Witch King on Nov 17, 2002 13:39:08 GMT
OOC - Oh okay! I'm here!
Sorry I haven't posted. I'm planning on revamping this whole section. Posting a set of rules and creating a story and chars in advance.
bic - *swings his mace again and the horse turns and bolts in terror, ripping the reins from Eowyns grasp. Moves towards her, bearing down on her the mace still swinging violently around his head.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Nov 20, 2002 13:08:11 GMT
Raindew begins to run away in fright and Éowyn looks at her mare in sadness. "Raindew!" she yells, noticing that the Lord of the Nazgul is approaching her.
Éowyn feels a shiver run down her back and puts her other hand on the sword for a better grip. She awaits him to come closer.
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Post by Melian on Nov 22, 2002 1:35:50 GMT
*mel takes a deep breath trying to regain her strangth then begins running tward where she left her friends*
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