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Post by Imrel on Sept 11, 2003 3:17:46 GMT
*Imrel's eyebrows shoot up as Seomela voices what she was just thinking. Finding her voice, she responds quickly.*
Unlikely, Mela, and besides, nothing can happen with Eowyn and me here.
*Brem looks indignant.*
Ahem?
*Her voice shaky and muffled by the wind, Callissa interrupts.*
What about that scream?
*Im falters. Getting up nervously, she looks to Eowyn for help.*
Should we go and investigate?
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 13, 2003 14:50:52 GMT
"Eowyn's a chicken! Let me go!" Haleth enthusiastically says. "My father's a soldier of Rohan, he thought me to fight!"
"Someone needs to stay and be with Calissa and Brem. I'll do that," Seomela says, being scared about the scream but trying not to show it too much.
"Good idea Seomela. And Haleth, stay with here. You definitely still need a babysitter. Let's go Im, better sooner than later..." Eowyn says, hoping that it wasn't too late...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 14, 2003 2:19:56 GMT
Right.
*She springs to her feet, and casts a concerned look over Mela, Haleth, Brem and Cally before she takes off in the direction of the barn with Eowyn. The fierce wind slashes at their faces, its roar muffling the thudding of their feet against the earth.
*Skidding to a halt by the door, Imrel rests a frozen hand on the door frame and peers inside, uncomfortably aware of her heart scudding back and forth in her chest. It's too dim to see anything inside, at least until their eyes adjust to the darkness, and for now, there is no sound but the howling of the wind.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 14, 2003 15:08:48 GMT
"Anything in there?" Eowyn asks as she too peers through a gap in the old barn. She listens to the howling of the wind for a moment, and hears the distant neigh of a horse who sounded very nervous. Suddenly, a wooden plank from the barn's roof falls to the floor of the old, shabby barn, making a thudding sound and Eowyn could hear Seomela's yelp in the background...
OOC: Do you want to turn this into a suspense/horror type of thing? Eriador didn't have such a story yet, and we could convince Witchy to play the ghost who haunts the haystack...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 14, 2003 19:22:58 GMT
(Ooh, sounds fun. We could see if WK's interested, or just make the ghost an NPC anyone can play.)
*Imrel bites back a scream of shock, not so much for the sudden collapse of the ceiling beam, but for the icy feeling seeping through her very bones. She tries to blot the tremors in her voice as she shouts into the barn.*
Who's there?
*There, again, is the whinneying of a horse, more distinct now than before. Now of all times would be ideal for the moon to come out of hiding to shed light on the situation, but the interior remains dark, and the only light outside comes from the dwindling flame of the campfire, barely clinging to life against the pull of the wind. Imrel glances to Eowyn nervously.*
This is useless, we can't see anything. I'm going to get a torch from the campfire.
*Forcing her wooded legs to move, she dashes back to their makeshift camp.*
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Post by EoHuz on Sept 15, 2003 5:43:10 GMT
"Come back soon," Eowyn says as she watches Imrel run towards the campfire. In the meanwhile, Eowyn decides to see if there was a door to this shabby old barn so may be they cuold enter it.
She turns around one of the barn's corners and stops suddenly...
(OOC: Eohuz is just the name I use when typing from school, they'll catch me if I log in!)
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Post by Ims on Sept 15, 2003 13:58:13 GMT
(Be careful, 007.  )*Brem leaps up as he sees Imrel approaching, quite literally shaking in her boots.*
What's happening?Sit back down Brem, nothing's happened.
*Yet, she thinks wearily, but she says nothing more aloud until she has pried a loose piece of firewood from the burning embers. The flames lick up the wood, tickling the Ranger's fist, but she seems not to notice as she straightens up and pushes a matted lock of hair back from her face.*
Eowyn and I are going to take a look inside. You four must stay here and look after each other, alright?
*Seomela nods dilegently, which Imrel takes heart in despite grumbles from both boys. But as she turns to sprint back to the barn, she stops, catching sight of the golden haired form through the firelit night. Why has Eowyn frozen like that?*
Eowyn?
*Her call is little more than a whisper over the wind. Not wasting any more time, she hurries back to her friend, the flame of the torch trailing in the restless air.*
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Post by EoHuz on Sept 17, 2003 6:43:25 GMT
On the otehr side of the barn was a big pit full of strange bubbling sounds. Eowyn wondered what was inside it, but didn't dare touch it with her hands.
"Imrel! Something's out here!" she called, a monstrous howl coming from the hills behind...
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Post by Ims on Sept 17, 2003 14:23:56 GMT
*Imrel streaks toward Eowyn, a blur of red in the dark. She skids to a halt beside the shield maiden, breathless and clutching the flaming stick of wood with a clammy fist.*
Who's there?
*She persists again toward where the howling is coming from, but the energy has gone from her voice and it is barely hear over the wind and bubbling sounds. She turns her attention with some trepidation to the pit, and feels herself starting to shake.*
Was that... there before?
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 17, 2003 15:38:32 GMT
"No, it wasn't," Eowyn replies, doing whatever she could not to make her voice waver. "Rohirrim claimed there was a legend about htis place being haunted, but no bubbling pits were ever mentioned...""
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Post by Imrel on Sept 17, 2003 23:07:44 GMT
*She bites her lip to keep it from quivering, thus muffling her voice even more.*
Don't suppose this is just one of Hal's pranks?
*She gives a feeble smile, but it is quickly washed away as movement at the pit catches her eye.*
By Eru- Eowyn, I think something's... coming out...
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 19, 2003 8:27:39 GMT
"By Eorl's bane! I think so too!" Eowyn says. She squints her eyes to see better and notices a shadowy form start to emerge from the other side of the pit as the bubbling grows even louder.
"Let's back up a bit. Who knows what those bubbles are made of!" she remarks, taking a giant step back..
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Post by Ims on Sept 19, 2003 14:21:42 GMT
*Imrel opens her mouth to ask who's there again, but thinks better of it. Besides, her throat is probably too constricted to get any sound out. The stench of whatever's in the ditch stings the senses, and Im's eyes start to water as she backs away with Eowyn. Through the misty aura of the bubbling pit, the figure is little more than a silhouette, but it's larger than a man... It looks tall enough to be someone mounted on horseback.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 21, 2003 14:20:31 GMT
Eowyn hears a misty neigh or a horse and it sounded very evil, then suddenly a hoof emerges from the pit too.
"Imrel," Eowyn says, barely managing to find her voice. "We should get help...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 21, 2003 17:37:08 GMT
*Imrel nods mutely, then finally finds her tongue.*
And get the others away from here...
*She starts to take another step backwards, but stops. Her leg won't move. She's rooted to the spot as the murky fog seeps forward.*
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