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#12024878 Feb 03, 2016 at 02:00 PM
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We have decided to finish up the Journey to Angmar storyline in forum fashion, to facilitate a more speedy progression - we hope. If you just start reading here, you may be a little lost, though we will have something for a lead in. So, if you have not already, I recommend reading (or at least skimming) through the adventures in this chronicle: http://laurelinarchives.org/node/30661

Angmar has loomed large in the thoughts and fears of all free people in Eriador for many years. And the threat of Carn Dum is only growing. Ostensibly for this reason, Leothross of the Knights of Eriador planned a journey into the region. They had to know what forces they were up against. None expected what they would find.
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#12035971 Feb 06, 2016 at 01:51 PM
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Where a cool morning sun should have been caressing the horizon, a dull grey glow gleamed. The sky was dark; well, black, anyway. They air itself reflected the bitterness and cruelty that painted the landscape. Mountains rose in angry bare lines against the grey back drop, and the only relief was a series of lakes speckling the valley floor. The bright blue color belied the acerbic water. The truth was shown in the sulfuric gases rising from the vents which dotted the landscape.

On the edge of this poisonous valley, nestled in the roots of the cruel mountains, is a small draw, a mere crease in the barren rock. Three figures and a large animal crouched in its shelter. An elf - noble, and by his garments, a scout and a hunter, though his midsection is blood stained nigh beyond recognition; another elf - a lady, travelling garments stained with dirt and ash; a man - also dirty and stained with travel, his long beard becoming caked with the filth; and a bear - similarly unkempt, but heeding the man closely.

The wounded elf lay on his back while the lady, now clearly a healer, bent over him and tended his wound. The man crouched close by lending a helping hand when he could.
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#12085593 Feb 20, 2016 at 04:11 PM
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I have been asked to fill in the last gap of in-game RP, so that we can start in earnest. This is mostly an abridged version of Rami's LA version (read it there, it's good).

Zargodon stirred restlessly from an uncomfortable sleep. Suddenly, he lifted himself off his back, breathing hard. Eruthaiwen ran to him, soothing him with gentle words. Angmar was not a pleasant place to wake up in – nor easy to fall asleep in, for that matter. She gently inspected his wound, and the bandages.

Zargodon glanced between the elf and Leothross, who stood, hands buried in the nape of the bear that seemed to follow him everywhere, looking out from their hiding place. “Do you know what our plans are now? Now that I've managed to almost get murdered and… where is Acurith?” he asked, speaking in his native tongue. Eruthaiwen shook her head sadly, “We are unsure. She was able to lead some of the orcs out of the camp, giving us the opportunity to get to you. We cannot know where or what state she is in, but from what I have seen, she can certainly hold her own. For now, we need to focus on you. Leothross, how much time do you predict we have? Or is that something unknowable?” The man turned around, running his hand through his beard, “We can't have long. I do not know how long, but we must get home at this point. As Eruthaiwen said, Acurith can take care of herself.”

Eruthaiwen began to ply her healing on Zargodon's wound. She mumbled a tune as her hands move gently but purposefully over the bandaged wound. Then she stopped and winced, reaching one hand to her head trying to cool the sudden headache, and the other to her locket. She took two deep breaths and murmured, “Sorry, let me try that again.” She began again, hands back to the elf's ugly wound, and mumbling the same elvish tune. Again, the headache seared in her mind. This time she tried to fight past it, but it was no use. She gasped and collapsed back onto her knees, her head between her hands.

Her two companions started at this. “Is… something wrong?” Zargodon asked softly in Sindarin. She shook her head, not looking up, “I do not know, it is just...” she switched into the common tongue, “These headaches. I do not know their origin, where they come from or where they go."

Zargodon struggled to lift himself up, placing a hand on her shoulder and squeezing, half in affection, half for support. “I'll be able to move. You should conserve your energy,” he smiled. “You really should not. That wound will never close if you do. I can do this, I have to.” Leothross helped lower the injured elf again, into a more relaxed position. “You relax. We will all make it out, but not if you start bleeding all over the place. I'm betting those things can smell the blood.”

Zargodon sighed deeply, relenting to his insistence, and relaxed back down onto the cloak they used as a blanket. "I cannot ask you to tax yourself unnecessarily, Eruthaiwen. At least if one of us makes it, it should be you." Eruthaiwen looked over at him, imploringly. "Do you really think I...we would be able to make it without you?" Zargodon grunted a soft reply "Yes, yes, you're probably right. I don't know, Eruthaiwen. I don't know if I'd only slow you down, attract more of these monsters," he replied, turning his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. Eruthaiwen attempted a smile. "However I make this journey, if I do, you will be there at the end of it." She placed a hand on his knee reassuringly. "I am trying to make sure of that," she said teasingly, falling back into the tones they'd so often used. Her face became more serious as she looked down. "Now, if I can just figure out what I am doing wrong…"

Yet again, she took a deep breath and massaged her temples, searching for whatever prevented her healing. Her locket felt warm on her chest. Stopping, she tilted her head, confused yet coming to a realization. Taking the locket in her hands, she undid the clasp that held the pendant closed. It popped open with the pent up pressure that the dent had been exerting. The stone had broken, and now fell out in three pieces, settling on the ground between her and Zargodon.

All her strength left her and she fell back, sitting on her heels, looking like a puppet with its strings cut. For in that moment, all the sadness, agony, and despair that had manifested itself as pain flooded over her, all-encompassing in her mind.

Again, Zargodon pushed himself up to see what happened, curiously eyeing the fragments that had fallen to the earth. Leothross crouched down beside the two, “That wasn't supposed to happen, right?”

Her voice was scarcely a breath, “No… it was not.” Zargodon laid a hand on her knee, comfortingly. “It will be fixed… I am sorry.”

She stiffly lifted the now empty pendant to her eyes, and, bemused, pushed out the dent. Then, she glanced down at the hand on her knee and her bloodstained robe. Her eyes widened with horror, and her mouth in a noiseless gasp. She pushed herself back with her feet, scooting away from her companions.

Zargodon watched her, his face showing a mixture of confusion and concern, “what is the matter?” Her eyes fixed on the blood stains across the elf's chest, and tears ran down her cheeks, “But you are dea- … How can you ...” Finally, recognition dawned in her eyes, “Seargildin?”

“Yes. I am still here,” he responded cautiously, “I am sorry… I …” his eyes drifted over to the locket in her hands, “I am sorry. I wish your brother was here.”

Eruthaiwen reached for one of the three pieces. “But he-” she drew her hand back sharply upon touching it, “He is not. He cannot be. He…” Her eyes locked on the wound on Zargodon's chest again, and she couldn't speak.

“Please, Eruthaiwen, you have to tell us what you are talking about.”

“He is gone! He told me he would wait for… no. I said I would wait for him, outside the Halls of Mandos.”

Leothross eased over toward her and laid an awkward hand on her shoulder, “Please, you are scaring me. Tell us what you are seeing. Your brother? He has made the journey already, hasn't he?”

She retreated once again, curling into a ball, her arms hugging her knees. “He never made it. How could I do that to him? How could I forget him?”
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#12125670 Mar 02, 2016 at 05:41 PM
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Eruthaiwen’s vision swam as pain ripped through her chest and head. Everything she had blocked behind that wall came flooding back all at once: holding her big brother to calm his nightmares, lessons in reality, the worry and terror of losing him, watching him stand on the lawn staring at his scarred hands and wondering what parts of her brother his fellows had failed to rescue and what he brought back with him.

“I can fix this,” she whispered to herself as she rummaged through volumes and old tomes. Her notes were piling up around her, but always at her right hand was the sheet with two circles, one with the words for the front side of the stone she had already begun on, the other would be filled with the new words she would add to the back, words in every good language under the sun and even those long forgotten. What would fill it she had yet to determine. Only one language escaped her fervent study, whose foul sounds she dare not to utter. “It’s just…a scar. I’ve healed scars. If I can just ease those memories…”

“That wasn't supposed to happen, right?”
Her voice was scarcely a breath. “No, it was not.” She felt a hand on her knee and heard a gentle voice speak to her, “It will be fixed… I am sorry.” Stiffly, she raised the locket that had held the fruit of her labors in her hand, the malleable metal mangled by the dent that had cracked her work and shattered it. Could it be fixed? She pushed on the dent and it easily popped back to its concave shape. Did she want it to be fixed? From the other half of the locket, her brother’s face stared at her with his confident smile. So different from the last face she saw…

Aulant’s face was contorted in agony and despair. His hands still clutched the blade, his own, gifted to him for his years of service, now shoved in his chest, its hilt crushing his ribcage. Blood saturated the leather covering his torso…

Looking down at herself, she saw that her hands covered in his blood. She tried to wipe it off but her robe was covered in it too. Feeling the still soft touch on her knee, she frantically scooted away from it.

His chest was covered in blood,
The blood was soaking through,
The features of a strong elven warrior,
The features of a strong elven hunter,
Face contorted in pain and despair,
Face marked by pain and concern,
“But you’re dea-…how can you…” she whimpered
Dark hair,
Light hair?

Recognition dawned on her face as the past and the present began to become distinct once more. “Seargildin?”
“Yes. I am still here,” he responded cautiously, “I am sorry… I …” his eyes drifted over to the locket in her hands, “I am sorry. I wish your brother was here.”

“But he…” Eruthaiwen hesitantly inched back closer. The stone she had made for her brother lay in three pieces on the ground. One of them lay so that the back could be seen, with pieces of the words she had intended for him and a portion of the addition she had made for herself. But the others showed the side she showed the world, the words of healing and warding. Gingerly, she touched one. Then came the recollections of the happy times, peaceful days reading by the Falls of Imladris, contentment in healing many, and the wonderful days she had spent curled up by a fire in a little cottage in Hookworth, all days spent in ignorance of her brother’s death.
She pulled her hand back as if from touching hot coals. “He is not. He cannot…” “He cannot come back. He may never return. Don’t you see?” she tried to say, but the words were caught in her throat.

“Please, Eruthaiwen, you have to tell us what you are talking about.”
“He’s gone!” she cried, “He told me he would wait for… no. I said I would wait for him, outside the Halls of Mandos.”
Leothross eased over toward her and laid an awkward hand on her shoulder, “Please, you are scaring me. Tell us what you are seeing. Your brother? He has made the journey already, hasn't he?”
She retreated once again, curling into a ball, her arms hugging her knees. “He never made it. How could I do that to him? How could I forget him?” It took a long moment before she was able to look up again. She gazed imploringly at Zargodon, hoping he must know what her promise to Aulant had meant, the place of their meeting. Her eyes fell to the bandages around his midsection, already becoming more tainted with crimson at his movement. “I will not let it happen again, I will not let someone I care for- not when I can stop it, but…” She looked at her hands, stained with dried blood, knowing the wellspring of her grace was shut off. “…I have no hope.”
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#12179498 Mar 18, 2016 at 01:26 AM
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The gash on Zargodon’s stomach was severe. Blood was still oozing out a deep and gruesome cut through the fabric of a frayed, gray shirt. Its shredded remains tangled together with torrents of his life force leaking out, pasting it against his skin. The elf’s breathing was erratic and strained, and with each inhalation more blood rippled down to the ground.

The pain, how excruciating it may have been, was of little importance as he saw Eruthaiwen’s stricken pale shock. He knew the locket contained something of extreme importance to her, having spoken of her brother in the many conversations they had in Hookworth. He knew of her love for her brother, that she followed in his footsteps to the very place they met.

So many fragments of his past came back, most of which was forgotten, shoved away and locked as tight as one would a treasured and sacred gem. A gem that saved him countless of times, beatings, burns and lashings. It was to them he clung in the dead nights, in those rare moments of respite and recollection. Doth, still, it all still seems like another of his wistful dreams. At the same time, his senses spoke more clearer than the life-giving water he quenched his thirst.

“Eruthaiwen” Seargilin sounded concerned, he understood her anguish, the helplessness and hopelessness of loss. His hand touched upon her shoulder as she cradled the shattered locket, his smile sincere and loving, though still strained with pain. “You never forsook him, never once did you forget him in all your days. Trust Illuvatar that he would carry your brother, our kindred, back to our home. He will be waiting for you” At that very moment, all he wanted was to have her in his arms, comfort her aches and pains, shelter her from woes and sorrows of the world. And then anger, cursing himself for where he was, needing to be rescued.

Saergildin knew it sounded feeble, sayings and affections bestowed upon her grieving heart will do as much as the chirp of birds to a dying man. Understanding that there would be nothing to sooth the pain she felt, his hand only squeezed reassuringly. But the wound was getting worse and his mind brittle with pain and loss of blood.
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#12199735 Mar 24, 2016 at 12:58 AM
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The grieving elf laid a hand over Zargodon’s. She shook her head in silence, trying to calm herself at his touch. “I don’t know that, but I do know that I forsook him, the memories of him and his pain.” With her other hand, she pointed at the stones pieces. “I made that because I could not bear the thought that he might not return, that I had lost him forever, and the only time remembering would not break me was if I could place that around his neck as I intended because he would be alright.” She looked into Zargodon’s eyes. “But he may never. He might never leave the realm of Mandos. You know there are few things so reprehensible as the taking of life.” She looked to Leothross to clarify for him. “The taking of any innocent life…including one’s own.”
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#12202316 Mar 24, 2016 at 08:02 PM
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“One’s own?” Leothross echoed horsely, “His own life? I don’t understand.” He sat motionless, a few feet from the elves his eyes dropping to the stones with Eruthaiwen’s gesture. “Why...” His voice dwindling till he was practically murmuring to himself.

An elf that would fall on his own blade? What... His mind swam trying to connect the pieces. Images of an elf with a sword wound flashed through his mind - but that was just Zargodon, he was right in front of him. He glanced up as if to make sure that he was still there. Unless it wasn’t an elf... unless those weren’t sword wounds. But the image was gone as quick as it had come.

“So... what now?” His words were coarse and lifeless, mirroring the desperation creeping into his gut.
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#12235713 Apr 03, 2016 at 08:46 PM
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Eruthaiwen’s eyes grew full of resolve. “We leave, as soon as we can. We get up and head straight back the way we came. Why, you ask, did Aulant…..Because of them. Because of what they did to him. He dared not tell me, but those three committed unfathomable horrors upon him. That is why I loathe the Angmarim, above all this land’s creatures: they choose to follow the ways of their dark master, electing every day to commit atrocities against others. They are more condemnable than murderers, viler than orcs, and unredeemable as wraiths!” By now, she was almost shouting, but she silenced herself when she heard the echo of her last words ricochet off the cliff face. She sunk back down, having risen to her feet in her rage. Though it had been many years since, the grief was as new to her, and with it came all the anguish and pain such that she felt as though her brother had only just fallen in her arms. “But I can’t heal…” Despair and anger fueled each other, cycling from one to the other, around and around in an unending loop.


There was no way I can heal Seargildin…It was their fault! Because they killed Aulant…For that, they all deserved death. They were about to take another life from me…And if he dies they will pay dearly. What can I do? Where is my hope? They stole it. Because of that I can’t heal Seargildin…
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#12289559 Apr 15, 2016 at 10:06 PM
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Leothross scrambled back and to his feet as Eruthaiwen spoke, her voice rising and raising echoes through the mountains. He had never heard her shout before. When she finally sank down again, the man gazed down at the two elves, silent. His mind ran through all of it all over again. So bitter, so raw.

His eyes grew cloudy and he cleared his throat. His voice as devoid of hope as before, he finally managed, "Well. Let's go. Sooner may be better. Before we bring the orcs down on us." He looked over to Eruthaiwen, "If we bind his..." he gestured to the wounded elf, "him up tight, Throssian'll carry him, do you think we can make it to the rangers?"

He gave a quick glance to the south. How far was it to the ranger camp again? 50 miles? 100 miles? He couldn't remember. They had been able to make such good time... was it only a few days ago? Could they even hope to make it back?
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#12295095 Apr 17, 2016 at 05:23 PM · Edited 1 year ago
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Zargodon looked up at the elf maiden, so fair and beautiful, capable of far more than he could have expected. He imagined his house, how innocent and unspoiled she looked. They were in Hookworth next to a warm and comfortable fire, soft smiles and laughter. “I do not want you to come” Those were his words he spoke, even though he surely knew she would not part from his side, and that she would follow him even into the mouth of the abyss, and into this… hell. This was his fault, his doing, his curse He brought upon them. Upon her.

“I will be fine” he stubbornly replied as he tried to lift himself with his hand on Leothross’ shoulder, and up from the ground. He wanted to be certain they are safe and keeping rooted much longer might attract attention. But his power was ebbing quickly and he also needed rest of any kind.

With the help of Leothross and Eruthaiwen’s caring hands, he made it over the large brown bear’s back. There wasn’t much one could do to make the journey more comfortable, and he could but only hope the animal will not scare easily. His arms dangled down on either side of the grisly’s trunk-sized neck, his once fair locks swaying in filthy braids as it started to lumber on.

“This is not your fault, Eruthaiwen. Your brother, what he did, how he ended his time here on Arda, is not for us to judge but to leave over to his wisdom. Be strong in the faith of our wisdom and do not despair those that chose to seek greener lands… “

He wanted to say so much more, do so much more, but slowly consciousness faded and all went black. His hand drifted down from hers, where his fingered clasped together for a brief moment. As the bear walked, the elf seemed secure enough on its rather spacious back. At least for now.
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#12295582 Apr 17, 2016 at 08:08 PM
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Eruthaiwen’s face was downcast. As a healer, she knew the worst possible thing at the moment was moving Zargodon, but on the other hand it seemed they had no choice. “I’m not sure back is an option, Leothross. The howling of wolves draws ever nearer. My untrained ear cannot discern their number, but it sounds to be a great many indeed.” She looked to the northeast, making a suggestion that gave her a pit in her stomach because she knew it would bring them closer to Barad Gularan. “Farther in appears to be our only option I heard from some of the dwarves at our last stop that there was an expedition out this way, and the Rangers mentioned others as well, though they did not say where. We still need to find a place where we can be safe.” She looked back at the stone shards. “Perhaps they will have someone that can help him…”
The three stone pieces lay on the ground, able to form that which she both despised and needed. On the one hand, if she could reform it and regain that which she once was, she would have no trouble in healing Seargildin. On the other, she would be forsaking her brother again to do so.
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#12298323 Apr 18, 2016 at 02:26 PM
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Leothross stared at her, eyes unbelieving. "Farther in?" he demanded, his voice rising above the hoarse whisper he had maintained lately. "...farther in?" he repeated again, quietly this time. He looked again back across the sulfur plains where he knew that safety could lay, eventually, with the rangers, and the dwarves. And he looked north, where the sky grew ever darker and more grim. But even as he did, the distant howls reached his ear, and he knew that Eruthaiwen was right.

He helped settle the wounded elf on the back of the bear, soothing and coaxing him as he did. Throssian, for his part, seemed to understand perfectly. He looked into the old man's eyes, and it was as if he understood the situation. Leothross could not understand... but now was not the time. He glanced around the harsh crevice, not wanting to leave any sign of their passing. That elvish blood has no where to go though , he thought angrily.

Finally, he noticed the fragments of stone that lay where they had fallen. "Your stone, Eruthaiwen. Do you need it?"
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#12300631 Apr 19, 2016 at 01:49 AM
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“No!” the defensive elf spat with distaste. Her fists trembled at her sides. “I won’t do that to him again, I won’t.” But as the waves of emotion continued to roll, the fists slowly unclenched, rising to hug her arms to herself. “But…if it were whole it might be able to help.” Her hands clenched at her arms as the waves came to a crescendo once more. How could she even think of doing that? “But how could I abandon him again?” Yet her expression of utter contempt and self-loathing softened as she looked at the unconscious elf, his face buried in Throssian’s fur. “Yet I could heal him…”
The conflict within her sank into her core, making her sick, wanting to double over with the pain. Depression and fury fought for dominance in her expression such that she was hardly recognizable as the joyous and childlike elf she had been in Hookworth. She looked imploring at Leothross. “My will is in turmoil. I cannot say what should be done.”
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#12304904 Apr 20, 2016 at 03:32 AM
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Leothross listened to the elf's swinging mood, but grunted and scooped up the pieces and placed them carefully in a small pocket. "Alright fine. Let's go." He stepped his way carefully back up the crevice that sheltered them and looked each way. I cannot believe we are doing this. Farther in? Will we ever make it out of here alive?

He looked to Eruthaiwen again, to see if she was ready to follow, and again to Zargodon, draped over the back of the bear. They were in no condition to travel, and they were leaving behind them both Acurith and Maryim. But, they had no choice. Wolves and orcs would probably be upon them in less than a day. And, they may anyway. We must be easy to track. He set aside these bitter thoughts again, and asked, "Are we ready then?"
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#12307226 Apr 20, 2016 at 06:54 PM · Edited 1 year ago
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The big brown bear lumbered on, following the steps of his human, and otherwise, companion. Upon its back the elf descended into a feverish oblivion. Only faint trails of the conversation ciphered past his consciousness. And it was somewhere within the images of brutal nightmare, orcs and slaughter, that he heard the blood curdling suggestion to enter even further into the sulfurous landscape. Nooooo he wanted to shout out; yet only came the moaning of his body, shifting in its injured paralysis. He lifted his head to peer through the smog that tainted the air dismally and oppressively - and around the unforgiving crags and pits that dotted the ground in sharp and dangerous edges, the earth itself festering with some evil disease. It was as if the atmosphere of Angmar pulsated a somber fear that filled him with an unspeakable dread.

His vision was blurred, however, and he cursed at his own uselessness. They should leave him, save themselves, escape Out of this savage hell. Alas, they stubbornly continued to refused to let him die. "Eruthaiwen, please" he begged her, trying desperately to sound angry and hostile, "save yourselves! Do not be fools" but it sounded feeble and strained, his breathing shallow as he tried to speak, hissing painfully through his teeth. "You only... " he cringed as a wave of pain wrecked his body tight "will get all of us killed! What use could that possibly hold?! Go! Wargs will get scent of my blood and follow us. I will only slow you down." Although seeking shelter with the Dwarves could work, might work, and might just be their only hope of escape.
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#12316952 Apr 23, 2016 at 11:39 PM
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Eruthaiwen nodded to Leothross that she was ready to go and plodded along beside the bear, keeping a hand on Zargodon to make sure he wouldn’t fall. Her soft voice slipped into her native Sindarin as she replied to his worries. “Do you honestly think I could forgive myself? After all that has happened and all we have been through, that it would not destroy me? That it is not already?” Her head hung in defeat. “I have failed in so many ways.” One slender hand tightened on the leather covering the one person who could redeem her and all her mistakes. They might be worth it if she could just save this one life. But her eyes, once as clean a blue as a clear summer day were dull as the spirit within them, fading.
The bridge they had to pass over, sturdy though ancient, creaked in protest against the bear’s steps but was silent to her own. The young healer cast a worried look over her shoulder, hoping they could maintain their distance from whatever might pursue them and praying by all the stars that Acurith was unharmed.
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#12317974 Apr 24, 2016 at 09:36 AM · Edited over 1 year ago
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The sound of laughter and malicious cheering rang heavily in Acurith's ears as she carefully studied the camp's activity. The orcs must have remained ignorant of her presence this whole time, otherwise they would have surely jumped her by now. She actually didn't think she could make it this far without giving her position away; the clunking of her armor was no doubt loud enough for any vigilant guard to detect, no matter how careful and stealthy she moved about - thank Melkor for drunk and distracted orcs she guessed!
She had been trying to study the camp to find the best way to get Zargodon out of there alive, and hopefully unharmed too. She had spotted him, tied to a sturdy poll just about the middle of the camp. If things had been different she would have scouted the place a while longer before attacking, but the Elf didn't look very well. She new she had a limited amount of time to save him and she had to take advantage of every single moment she had. There were three orcs standing watch on makeshift towers, a hulking heavily armored uruk sitting near a large tent - their leader she assumed - and a old, fat, bored looking orc who seemed to be looking over Zargodon. The ugly slug was trying hard not to fall asleep on the job, as the warmth coming from the nearby campfire seeped into him.

"Oi, chief!" blurted out the old one unexpectedly, drawing both the uruk's and Acurith's attention. "Wat we gonna do about 'im? I'm tired of doing nothin' but keep an eye on his lanky ass. Why don't we gut 'im allready? I'm sure he tastes good."
The uruk seemed annoyed by the question and he half-snarled at his underling. "I told ye fools that we need to take the Elf to the Masters. They'll wanna know what he's doing here and if there's others with 'im. Think of the reward we'll get if they can get 'im to talk."
The old orc snorted in disappointed acceptance and kicked the Elf in the shin as revenge for his ruined dinner plans. Zargodon let out a semi-conscious grunt of pain that sent Acurith over the edge with anger. She decided it was high time she went thorough with her plan. She drew her bow and aimed for the fat slug that had been, no doubt, responsible for the state Zargodon was in.
A swishing sound accompanied by a loud cry of pain alerted everyone in the vicinity. The orc-watches went down next after the Elf's tormentor and then another one near the leader.
The uruk, enraged beyond reason by now, howled at the unseen archer, surrounded by the other orcs nearby.
"'o's there? Come out and fight, ye wretch, if ye have the guts!" He quickly dispatched his minions to find out whoever it was that was silently decimating his troops.
Acurith smiled at the irony of it all "If someone would have told me that it will come a time when I'll be risking my hide to save an Elf I would have severed their head for daring to mock me. She emerged form her hiding spot and yelled out to her victims. "I'm right here, boys!" All the orcs looked up to see a rather young woman coming out of the bushes growing on the top of the natural wall behind them. The uruk growled in both anger and excitement.
"I was doing my own thing around these parts and thought it would be polite to drop by and say hello."
She stood there for a moment, grinning at the furious stares of the orcs before jumping down from her height, disappearing for a brief moment before emerging anew in front of the camp's entrance.
"Come on, boys, let's bring a little fun into this boring day, hmm? That is if your fat, lazy, good for nothing asses can catch up with me before I put an arrow into all of your ugly mugs!"
With that, she took off at full speed in the opposite direction of where her friends where awaiting the promised signal. And no mistake, her plan worked perfectly when she heard the sounds of battle-ready howling and profanities behind her. She took a quick glance behind to see about 20 orcs putting their legs to work in the attempt to capture her.
"Bring 'er alive, ye maggots! I wanna 'ave some fun before spilling 'er guts. Ye understand, fools? Alive!!" The uruk seemed to have followed as well. All the better, she tough, as it was certain that he will be the one she will have the most trouble with. That meant Eruthaiwen and Leothross won't have to deal with him, which will ease their mission.
"Let's hope the she-Elf and the old man will be quick about it or else this will be nothing but a waste of time and a giving away of our presence we can't afford." As soon as she was far away, she whistled for her horse who still lay hidden where she left him. This will be a test for her, to see how good she had mastered mounted combat while in Rohan. She really hoped she could take on all these orcs and survive.
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#12328975 Apr 27, 2016 at 02:52 PM
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Leothross led them on deeper into Angmar. He did not know where he was going, he just knew they had to put distance between them and that dreadful howling. It sounded like they were moving, and quickly. He only hoped that somehow they had avoided their attention.

After they plodded across the ancient wooden bridge, he stopped and looked up. They had come to a fork in the road. Barad Gularan was that way, northeast, he thought. That point he remembered on the map. He had wanted to see it, but now he wanted nothing more than to stay as far away from it as possible. But the other way had an eery look as well... "If there are others, like she said, they won't be around here. We should get off this road though..." He mumbled to himself, unaware that his thoughts had made it off his lips.

Finally he said aloud, "I don't like the look of either of these. I should take a quick look ahead."
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#12359003 May 07, 2016 at 06:16 PM · Edited 1 year ago
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Still dazed and confused, the elf laid motionless on the back of the bear, his arms dangling down like two dead limbs, swaying to and thru. Along one finger a trail of blood traveled, dripping in an unstoppable, systematic flow of dark crimson. Every few feet another drop fell under those behind the bear’s huge and lumbering paws. Thick, matted fur hung upon the animal like a dirty and smelly shroud, making their trek through the sulfurous landscape not unnoticed.

Standing in the distance, three pairs of eyes watched the strange trio lumber like oblivious sheep just further into the darkness. One of the scouts’ hide shifted as he moved forward over the gray stone rocks. He was decked from head to toe in thick anorak hides, dirty and filthy, covered in soot. Like everything else were here in Angmar.

“My eyes must be deceiving me” his voice sounded little more than a whisper, “What is this? I’ve heard of such fables but it can not be true” he snorted out disbelievingly.

“Aye, I’ve heard of ‘em talk, Sire. It must be so. Or some witchery has befallen us. The Angmarim camp and the Black speech cursers are not more than a mile from ‘er” One of the scouts replied.

Talorc was still studying as the three make their way down the dusty road, squinting his eyes as if trying to see through some kind of illusion, anything to give meaning to this strange sight. Then, as he tried to concentrate a call sounding like a hawk rang out barely audible from one of his two men. When he walked and climbed over to investigate, and peek over the edge to where one of his scouts pointed out, their commander’s face turned into a perplexing scowl. What he saw not more than half mile away, or thought he saw, was a single female running at full speed, legs pumping and a horse dashing towards her - with a score of hungry, shouting and murderous orcs at her heels. “Alive!” one of them shouted, clearly the leader and an Uruk-hai.

“You have to be kidding me…” Talorc’s mouth fell open, forming a curious smirk. Yet there wasn’t time to lose, the rampaging beasts would be on her in a matter of moments. “Take them out! Close in from behind! Then spread. Maruk, the left; I, the center; Garumash, the right!”

Six of the orcs behind Acurith fell to the ground. Two stumbled with arrows piercing their necks; three toppled forward as metal shafts punctured vital organs, and one cried out viciously in pain as he rolled forward, just as Acurith swung upon her horse, painfully clutching his leg.

The three Trev Galorg scouts, having ran closer, threw their bows on the ground, grasping for their spears. Their bloodthirsty battle cries were just hard enough to distract, but perhaps too late. They would still be more than three hundred yards off yet closing in.
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#12415230 May 27, 2016 at 10:54 PM
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As Leothross walked away, Eruthaiwen sank down, sitting with her back against one of the bear’s hind legs. She didn’t look to see if Throssian approved; of the things on her mind, the idea of being mauled by a somewhat friendly bear, or at least a bear that seemed to be friendly to Leothross, failed to even register. How she would help to get them out of this predicament consumed her thought. Her conclusion never came, however, by the sounds of battle that caused her to jump to her feet in alarm. Without thinking, she pushed Throssian as hard as she could to try to get him to move forward. The bear didn’t budge, instead looking at her with an expression she could only interpret as annoyance. She began pleading with the animal, hoping it would understand. “Please, go follow Leothross” Throssian now looked over her shoulder from where the sounds came. A low growl echoed in his chest as the slight elf again tried to push the beast. “Follow Leothross, please.” Begrudgingly, the bear lumbered forward followed by Eruthaiwen who constantly glanced anxiously over her shoulder.
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