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Post by Melian on Feb 10, 2003 14:01:30 GMT
yes, please Aragorn.
*mel begins to battle another orc*
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Post by Imrel on Feb 11, 2003 4:50:51 GMT
(Just for the record, the kid NPCs we've picked up so far are Neola, Neodred, Hamneth, Gabriel, and Cura (who's with her mother Santiel).)
*Imrel is taking an elderly woman, with hunched back and grizzled hair, by the elbow in a gently effort to speed her up. Her weapons hang loosely at her belt once more, and she tries giddily to keep her heavy eyelids open just enough that she can see a few feet ahead. Stumbling foreward, she bumps into the side of a sizeable brown stallion. Looking up wearily, she registers the child atop the horse as Neola. Glancing around, she spots Eowyn, still with the curley haired infant in her arms.*
Eowyn, was there no luck in finding the child's parents?
*The uneasy though passes over her that perhaps the boy has become orphaned.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 11, 2003 6:48:43 GMT
"Alas! I'd say not." Éowyn says. She continues holding the young Eorling in her arms while the other children are barely keeping their eyes open as they ride on the horses.
"Shall we be able to make it?" the shieldmaiden wonders.
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Post by Aulus corthale on Feb 11, 2003 19:34:15 GMT
*fighting on aulus noticed alot of wargs disapearing and he feared the worst, he killed a warg while following a few who seemed to be heading another direction. he sweared and yelled at the fighting army's* there going after the citizens!
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Post by Aragorn on Feb 11, 2003 21:46:16 GMT
*takes out his deadly sord Anduril.2 orcs come at me ducks as they try to strike me at the same time.Stabs each with a knife in the stomache and cuts up to the neck.Takes out the knives.More orcs come for me*
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Post by Imrel on Feb 12, 2003 3:29:09 GMT
"Alas! I'd say not." Éowyn says. She continues holding the young Eorling in her arms while the other children are barely keeping their eyes open as they ride on the horses.
"Shall we be able to make it?" the shieldmaiden wonders.
Of course we-
*Breaks off, her gaze cast in the direction of the battle. Somehow, it seems closer than it had been before... Realization dawns on her like a cold hand clutching her throat.*
Dear Eru, they're coming after us. We must make haste, we must reach the Deep!
*Neola looks down on her with weary concern. Ignoring her, Imrel quickens her pace, gripping the Rohirrim grandmother's elbow in one hand and clenching the other around the hilt of her sword.* |
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 12, 2003 7:29:52 GMT
"In the name of Eorl... Hurry!" Éowyn says. She urges the two horses bearing the children to hurry on. Meanwhile, the shieldmaiden places a hand on her sword and runs behind them...
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Post by Melian on Feb 12, 2003 14:34:13 GMT
*battling an orc disarmed, she kicks him in the face then reaches for her dagger. grabing it and slicing the orcs throat as she wips her arm back to block the atack*
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Post by Aragorn on Feb 12, 2003 21:37:30 GMT
*throws one of his knives landing square ine an orcs fourhead.slashes the right side of an orc with his sword Anduril and stabs him in the stomache.Takes on more orcs*
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Post by Melian on Feb 13, 2003 14:57:19 GMT
*mel trys to get on her feet but another orc runs at her she roles backwards kicking the orc and throing him behind her, then stands as he comes for another atempt. his horible little eyes squint in anger, mel picks up a disguarded sword, and slices his head off the angry expression still left on his face as his head lands on the ground and his body colapses in a heap*
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Post by Aragorn on Feb 13, 2003 21:43:57 GMT
*cuts an orcs head off.Stabs another ors in the heart*Keep'em comin *2 mre orcs come at me*
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 24, 2003 19:52:57 GMT
The 'WARGS' lie dead. There bodies strewn across the hillside already bloating in the heat of the day. Those remaining fled the scene some time ago, realising they were outnumbered.
Theoden wipes the blood from his sword and sheaths it, his chest heaving, fighting for breath, exhausted from the skirmish. He address those around him in a loud and clear voice.*
Leave the dead!
We ride on to Helms Deep!
*He had lost many brave soldiers in this fight and the words pained him*
We must make haste for time is against us.
*Wearily he clambered back into the saddle and spurred his horse forward, his expression grim.*
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 24, 2003 20:14:38 GMT
*Looks out for returning soldiers from her position, worrying that the battle takes so long. Tries to hide her fears to keep the children from panic and rides on*
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Post by Imrel on Feb 25, 2003 4:34:33 GMT
*Repeatedly glances backward for signs of either Warg Riders of Rohirrim. So far, none are in view, which considering the threat of the Wargs, is probably good news for now. Gathers a tired looking boy of around seven in her arms, straining to keep her head lifted toward the sight of Helm's Deep.*
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Post by Melian on Feb 25, 2003 16:38:19 GMT
*mel exausted from the fight mounts her horse and fallows tha party slowly*
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