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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jan 30, 2003 13:24:57 GMT
Éowyn continues pushing upon the refugees to hurry to Helm's Deep, yet people were now beginning to get weary.
"Don't give up! We're almost there!" she encourages them, though the shieldmaiden herself knew that hopes were deminishing. "It's too far to quit!"
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Post by Shale on Jan 31, 2003 14:32:08 GMT
A cloaked man stumbles out of the shade of trees, holding a warg-rider back with his pike. Unmounted, the warg-rider wasn't large, but strong and determined. Attacking furiously, the warg-rider's relentlessness was wearing down the stranger's last bit of strength. The warg itself had already been hard to deal with, and his bloody scimitar was carelessly hung at his sword-belt, swaying dangerously with every move. The bulk of weapons he carried made it harder to manoeuvre and he wasn't as deft nor swift as he would have preferred; even the clumsy, hulking warg-rider had gotten the better of him. With a powerful thrust, the rider had him on the ground. Clinging onto the last scrap of hope, he flung the pike as hard as he can at the ugly beast, but only succeeds in slicing the rider's ear off and making him even angrier. There wasn't time to draw his blades, he knew, but habit caused his hand to move instinctively towards the sword-belt to grasp the hilt of the scimitar. The rider's own blade was coming down fast, and he would never beat it-
With a strangled cry, the creature fell to the ground on him, an arrow sticking out of it's back. He kicked the body away, naked steel in hand, and stood up, only to be greeted by an archer in the Rohan green and white garb. He saw the shock in the man's face as the Eorling took in the scarlet cloak and dark eyes, but he didn't explain. With a curt nod of thanks, he picked up the fallen pike, sheathed the scimitar properly but loosely for easy drawing, and started moving nearer to centerfield. He stopped after a few steps, realising why the archer had seemed a little strange. Unstrapping his bow, he passed both the Harad-made weapon and the quiver of black arrows to the arrowless archer, who'd used his last arrow to save a stranger's life.
Then he went into the midst of the small battle.
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Elessar
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Post by Elessar on Feb 2, 2003 9:11:52 GMT
*Slashes at the circle of wargs, trying to push them back. He manages to dispatch two in quick sucession but the third warg he encounters proves to be more troulesome. It's slavering jaws clash with his steel blade, as they remain locked in a tireless duel, neither making any ground.*
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Post by Melian on Feb 3, 2003 14:34:11 GMT
*afew miles away, and on the other side of a hill mel hears evidence of battle and begins to ride tward it*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Feb 4, 2003 20:21:26 GMT
aulus was dueling whit an extremly large warg and an even greater rider on it. when he lauchend forward to hit the wargs legs the rider had grabed his sword and hits his away, whit all his strenght aulus made a wide slash and hit the rider in his side making it scream loud the warg lauched forward trowing aulus on the ground, his sword fell out of range the warg jumped up and riped a piece of his black cloak, using the moment aulus grabed a dagger on his belt and cut the warg in its neck the warg made a final dieing sound as it sank trow its legs aulus got stuck under the beasts body in the proces.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 5, 2003 13:55:02 GMT
After walking until their feet hurt and the children were weary beyond recall, the Eorlings finally came within eyesight of Helm's Deep.
"Hold on there for a moment," Éowyn tells a young girl named Gabriel as she sets her down from carrying her for the whole afternoon. "We're resting only briefly. Once the sun crosses that mountain, we're off again."
"Won't I see my horsie again? Mama and Papa?" Gabriel wonders.
"You will. You will." Éowyn says softly, taking the girl's hand gently. However, the shieldmaiden knew the truth and wondered whether it would be better to face it. She knew that keeping the little ones in beliefs would not last...
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Post by Melian on Feb 5, 2003 14:37:50 GMT
*mel reaches the seen of battle and atacks the first orc she see's*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 5, 2003 18:23:11 GMT
*Grits her teeth but stays at the very end of the group to make sure all the people would reach Helm's Deep safely*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Feb 5, 2003 22:02:03 GMT
aulus looked at the beaten warg and looked for something or someone to help him get the creature of him.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 6, 2003 9:30:25 GMT
Éowyn now holds the reins of Waterwhisp in one hand and a sweet little Eorling baby with lots of golden hair in her other arm. Neola and Gabriel are walking along her side and Hamnet was on the horse. An elder member is also closeby, helping care for the little ones.
Suddenly, an orc jumps out from the bushes nearby, frightening the children and the elders. It comes close to Éowyn and she draws out her sword, stabbing it in the stomach.
Neola peers behind one of the horses, her mouth in an odd expression.
"Is this the only one?" she asks hopefully.
"Alas! one can only hope," Éowyn replies, returning her sword to its hilt but still keeping her hand on it. "Only time shall tell, we'd better hurry!" She picks up Neola and puts her on a horse.
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Post by Melian on Feb 6, 2003 14:21:25 GMT
**mel running through the battle see's a man under one of the orc's beasts, she pulls it off of him, and reaches down her hand to help him up*
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Post by Aulus corthale on Feb 6, 2003 22:13:21 GMT
aulus stood up whit melians help and bowed. *thank you for your help. i would introduce my self but were in the middle of a battle now so ill go on and fight;D *he ran looked around for his sword and near his sword found a dubble bladed axe belonging to one of the orcs he picked it up and held the hilt thightly. *its time do some real damage.* he walked up to the final wargs and orcs alot had been slain already but there were alot of wounded and dead on their side to. *one shall stand and one shall fall.*
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Post by Melian on Feb 7, 2003 17:40:07 GMT
 your welcome. *mel turns aiming her bow, and knocking off a couple orcs on a warg, the warg charges and she pulls her sword flings it around for momentom then chops its head off* |
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 9, 2003 9:22:36 GMT
Ever since the sighting of the orc, the progress of the refugees has increased. Éowyn was glad to note that things were moving on after all that happened, yet she knew that the only reason behind it was fear. She lets out a shrill whistle, summoning another horse to come up to her. She puts some of the children who have been on foot for the whole day on Harselfoot (the horse) and continues the journey.
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Aragorn
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Post by Aragorn on Feb 9, 2003 20:19:39 GMT
*Comes seemingly from nowhere*It looks like you guys need a hand.
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your welcome.