|
|
Post by Aulus corthale on Jan 18, 2003 22:34:50 GMT
a man clad in black armour coverd by dark blue robes came out of the dark and saw the gathering of people.* evil times men choose to travel the roads.* his gaze penetrated trow the night as he saw a tall figure of a men he had seen before elessar, he moved trow shadows and darkness as he came near elessar when he was but a few feet away he steped out of the shadows.* you travel in dark times new king of gondor, do you not know that evil is upon you? *he lowered his voice to a whisper* remember that the dark lord has many spies, he knows that the people of rohan have abond the city. this information might not be of any real use to u but it is all i have to give. *as if aulus was a spirit and not a men he disapeared into the shadows again.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Imrel on Jan 19, 2003 2:28:43 GMT
*Too preoccupied searching for the little boy Hamnet's father, as well as picking up the odd piece of firewood as she goes, Imrel doesn't notice the man approach Elessar. Giving up, with Hamnet fast asleep on her back and an armful of firewood, Im returns drearily to the section of the camp where Eowyn and Rhiannon are.*
It's a good thing we stopped. There are dark clouds, soon there would have been no dry wood for fire.
*Drops her load and carefully lowers the sleeping boy.*
Hamnet should probably stay here for now. Perhaps his father will turn up with the new light.
*Gently takes him in her arms and to the nearest tent.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Shale on Jan 19, 2003 4:35:38 GMT
He freezes in his steps as a dark figure moves towards Elessar. That man could have breezed past him and not noticed it; he did not know. He was aware of the weight of his close-contact weapons hanging by his side, but his pike was more preferable at this point of time. Drawing his scarlet cloak closer around him, he steps further back into the cover of the trees and shadows.
"Both of them should know", he murmurs, his voice covered by the slight rustlings of leaves. Winds were building up before a storm, and the disturbance amongst the trees it created made him glad. Sounds made business like this easier.
|
|
Elessar
Pizgal (Corporal)
Posts: 92
|
Post by Elessar on Jan 19, 2003 9:04:37 GMT
*Jumps to his feet drawing his sword, slightly perturbed that the stranger had managed to penetrate their ranks so easily. Lost in his thoughts he had been caught off guard and he cursed himself silently.
He ran into the trees after the figure, catching a glimpse of his blue cloak fading into the darkness. An ill wind stirred the trees, overhead the boughs creaked and moaned, straining against the force of it, bending them to it's will. He moved forward slowly, more cautiously, waiting for the turbulence to die down.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Aulus corthale on Jan 19, 2003 12:19:32 GMT
*aulus looked back and saw that elessar was following him he swiftly climbed a tree and leaped from one branch to another tree and again another before landing on the ground again.* go back to your camp. you might never know what or which spy is giving away your position, and its not me.
|
|
|
|
Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jan 20, 2003 13:17:48 GMT
Eowyn strokes Hamneth's hair and whispers, "Sweet dreams, child of Rohan," to the young boy.
"How long shall it take to reach Helm's Deep?" Eowyn asks Rhia and Imrel. "The children are beyond weary. Poor Neola today nearly fell of the horse if a soldier helping out didn't catch her!"
"And I feel as if we're being followed... Though it could be my superstitions and the mood about us..." she adds.
|
|
|
|
Post by Imrel on Jan 20, 2003 20:27:25 GMT
You're not the only one with that feeling. I too am uneasy, as are many of the citizens...
*Sits down wearily before the small campfire that has been assembled, blowing gently to encourage the glowing embers.*
With luck the journey should not be too long. If only half of the traveling party did not have such short legs.
*Smiles feebly.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Grubhosh on Jan 20, 2003 20:45:51 GMT
A lone horseman Gallops towads the wain from the west. His clothes tell him to be one of the rohirrm but he is filthy and half covered in mud a bloodsainted rag is bound about his right arm. He reghns in his horse at the head of the collum
where is the king? i need to speak to him
he cries eyes wide with fear.
|
|
|
|
Post by Imrel on Jan 20, 2003 23:47:27 GMT
*Leaps to her feet and rushes to the Rohirrim, alarmed at his condition.*
The King of Rohan is leading us on our journey, he can be found at the head of our procession. Come, I will take you to him.
*Starts onwards along the edge of the Rohirrim camp, motioning for the stranger to follow. Reaching the end, she calls out.*
King Theoden! A man has arrived who claims he must speak with you.
|
|
|
|
Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jan 21, 2003 13:22:22 GMT
"Orcs on the borders?" Éowyn wonders. "Théoden King can be found somewhere near the camp. I'll have to stay here and make sure no trouble arises further."
She notes that the fire is burning well enough, and checks upon Hamnet to make sure he is still sleeping...
|
|
|
|
Post by The Witch King on Jan 21, 2003 14:31:45 GMT
*King Theoden scowled at the sound of Imrels voice. He'd just got comfortable beside the fire and warmth was returning to his hands and feet. He ached all over from a day in the saddle - a sharp reminder that he wasn't getting any younger. With a great effort, he struggles to his feet, pulling his fine robe tightly around him.*
This had better be of importance..
|
|
|
|
Post by Rhiannon on Jan 21, 2003 19:49:11 GMT
*Throws the stick into the fire she has been drawing pictures in the sand with* Helm's Deep... so close and yet so far away. *Sighs* At least the kids are asleep.
|
|
Elessar
Pizgal (Corporal)
Posts: 92
|
Post by Elessar on Jan 21, 2003 20:29:50 GMT
*Returns to the others sitting around the fire. He had lost the stranger amongst the trees and had not pursued him. The sound of rapidly approaching hoofbeats had hastened him back. Either they were under attack or someone brought important news. Both possibilities filled him with a sense of foreboding. Emerging in the clearing he instantly spots the horsemen whose appearance suggests he has been in a fight. Stands on the edge of the circle and awaits his story.*
|
|
|
|
Post by Grubhosh on Jan 21, 2003 20:42:21 GMT
the man bows before the king
M'lord, things have not gone well for us at the fords your men fight well but we are out numbered...
he faltered looking around him. There were too few and they came too late.
we cannot hold the Isen against the army of Saruman, they are comming.
|
|
Elessar
Pizgal (Corporal)
Posts: 92
|
Post by Elessar on Jan 21, 2003 20:48:05 GMT
*Elessars expression becomes grave as he hears the news. He looks to King Theoden for a reaction but can not judge what he is thinking. Turns his attention back to the dishevelled rider.*
How many?
|
|
