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| Deleted User | 6 Nov 2008, 08:40 PM Post #1 |
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Eothair rode on his horse, Dulai, from Rivendell the home of Elrond. They swiftly moved southwards down the Misty Mountains, passing the Tower of Orthanc. They rode on and reached the banks of the Entwash. There they stopped and made camp. In an enclave of trees Eothair made a small fire and pulled a small amount of meat from his pack. He ate some of it and drank from his water bag. He laid down to sleep when he heard a rustle in the trees down the river. It may have been nothing but nevertheless he drew his sword and laid down again by the fire. He slept for at least an hour with no disturbances but woke up suddenly as he heard a branch snap. He leapt up, grabbing a lit branch from the fire. Standing before him were three orcs, of medium size, swords and shields in their hands. They ran forward as they saw him leap up and he swept his sword down slashing one across the chest. It fell to the ground blood spurting from his breast. The other two attacked at once bashing him with their shield and hitting him with their blades. His chain mail helped protect him, but the attacks left bruises. He flung his sword out and rammed his sword through one's throat. It fell backwards, gagging. The other ran quickly from the camp and Eothair did not pursue but went to wake his steed. He looked up, seeing multiple torches coming from down the river. He knew there were more than he could slay and was dismayed. |
| Deleted User | 7 Nov 2008, 01:08 AM Post #2 |
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A dwarf of small stature, though great strength was headed toward the Blue Mountains to deliver a message to the Lord residing, and lead a small party of Dwarven folk who were migrating to the newly established city of Aglarond. Kahlin was an agile dwarf, quick on her feet. She traveled in haste to the realm of Ered Luin. Now Dwarves do not need much sleep, and Kahlin sought to continue her journey through the first part of the night before making camp. She had been cutting cross country towards the Gap of Rohan when her waking eyes saw lights in the distance. Torches. She knew the Horsemen of the Riddermark did not oft carry torches in herds down the banks of the Isen, and she was very sure at what was there. Blast it, she did not want to be delayed on her mission, but she knew she need do her part to take care of the problem. The confounded orcs at times came from the mountains, where they had hidden since the fall of the Lord of Mordor. One dwarf alone against perhaps a dozen orcs was a bit of a challenge, but by the sound of it, she heard another in the distance. Perhaps one of the Riddermark was here. Kahlin armed herself by pulling knife and axe out of sheath. She wore a light chain mail on journeys to protect her from such harm. Her status as a woman was nothing to alarm her, for her arms were just as strong as any male dwarf, and her fighting just as brash. She made for the lights, hoping to come across the Rider before coming across the orcs. |
| Deleted User | 7 Nov 2008, 01:17 AM Post #3 |
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Eothair had slain two of the Orcs and one had fled from him. He heard heavy boots running towards him and he feared the worst. A tall Uruk of Mordor it may be. He drew his longsword and faced his opponent. To his suprise a female Dwarf burst through the treeline bearing a knife and ax. He withdrew slightly from her then approached. "Who are you good Dwarf? I am Eothair of Rivendell. I was on my way to Gondor when three Orcs assaulted me. I killed two but one escaped to get others. I believe there may be twenty to thirty Orcs coming." He nodded to her to move to the trees on the Western shoreline. "We'll wait here until they arrive. I can kill a few with my arrows before we must risk a frontal assault. Is that agreeable?" |
| Deleted User | 7 Nov 2008, 01:27 AM Post #4 |
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As Kahlin came through the trees she saw the man who she had heard in the struggle, holding a broadsword in hand, and looking as if he had already been through a battle. From the looks of him, the orcs had interrupted him in his camp. "Rivendell, I see..." she muttered, more to herself. So he was not one of the Riders of the Mark then. But trained in elven swordsmanship perhaps. "I am Kahlin of Aglarond, at your service Master Eothair. I see we have some business to take care of." Thoughts back on the approaching orcs, she wondered what the situation was. "Do you know how many there are?" she asked, moving toward the trees with the man. She cursed quietly in a language known to only the dwarves, and her sharp eyes watched the nearby lights drawing closer. "Well the messenger has surely reached them by now. I've never been in great battle, but if we both take half, than perhaps we will make it. Where are the Riders of Rohan on this grassy plain when you need them?" |
| Deleted User | 13 Nov 2008, 09:24 PM Post #5 |
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"I am Kahlin of Aglarond, at your service Master Eothair. I see we have some business to take care of." "Do you know how many there are?" "Well the messenger has surely reached them by now. I've never been in great battle, but if we both take half, than perhaps we will make it. Where are the Riders of Rohan on this grassy plain when you need them?" The Dwarf asked and said to Eothair all these things. He answered them as best he could. "Thank you and I am at your's at well. There are at least twenty to thirty Orcs. And as to the Riders, my kin do not patrol this far North often." He drew his sword and again nodded to the trees on the shoreline. "I think I may kill at least three to five with my arrows but then I fear we must attack." "At my best I may be able to slay ten or so before being wounded. Do you have a bow with you as well as your ax?" |
| Deleted User | 14 Nov 2008, 01:40 AM Post #6 |
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"Dwarves do not carry a bow, Master Eothair. A war axe will be sufficient for mangling foul orc bodies. You take down what you can, and I will get the rest," she said. This was the smallest alliance she had ever made for battle, but there was no backing out now. They must defend themselves, as well as whoever this foul stench of orc maggots were out to conspire against. "I will attack from this side," she said, as she moved away from Eothair to the left, leaving him on the right. She awaited the band or orcs. Nasty creatures they were. Coming closer, she could see their filthy bodies, cloaked in rag and metal, and hear their torturous voices in the air. She wondered what they were up to, to be trampsing on the plains at this hour with their torches, and in such a large grouping. |
| Deleted User | 15 Nov 2008, 12:43 AM Post #7 |
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He listened to Kahlin ad he agreed with her. She moved off and he said, "Hide." He withdrew to the trees and drew an arrow, nocking it in his slender Elven bow. The Orcs ran down the bank, an easy shot for even a simple archer. He fired and drew another arrow, firing it, and dropping two orcs in less than six seconds. The Elves had taught him well in his time at Rivendell, training him the the Art of the Blade and Bow. He shot four more arrows before leaping from the trees slashing his sword about. He swung it down and his an Orc in the shoulder, severing its arm from its body. Another drew near and he swept its legs out from under it. He looked around and yelled at Kahlin, "Attack!" He continued about slashing and swinging like a madman. |
| Deleted User | 16 Nov 2008, 01:43 AM Post #8 |
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Kahlin prepared herself as Eothair fired the first arrows. She did not fear. Dwarves did not fear such measly creatures of the dark. The only time Dwarves had every been defeated by orcs was when their numbers were far too numerous to even imagine fighting against, and even then, Kahlin hardly counted it as a defeat if any orc managed to be slain. She cursed under her breath in the language of the Khazad, and leapt from her hiding place among the thicket. Her arms were full of might and power as she struck an orc in the back at her landing. As he fell she pushed against his body with her foot to release her axe, and she targeted the next maggot. "I pity the orc who taunts a dwarf, for you fell creatures will soon be defeated," she challenged them as her axe sliced through another. Though she had been traveling on foot for many hours, she was not tired in the least, and her blows were strong. |
| Deleted User | 19 Nov 2008, 09:39 PM Post #9 |
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Seven Orcs he had slain. Five with his Elven Bow, and two with his sword, Angorel. Kahlin the Dwarf had jumped from her hiding place killing an Orc with a blow to the back. She killed another shouting a challenge at her foes. She attacked fiercely, yet moved with the grace that could only be found in female warriors. "She is a fantastic fighter." He thought to himself as he watched her fight. But he couldn't wait long as another foul creature swung a heavy mace at him. It hit him in his ribs and he felt his bones crack under the assault. He fell to his knees but rolled away before he could be killed. He stabbed the Orc through it's stomach, it's innards rolling away as it fell to the ground. He got back up in time to be knocked back down again, by a blow to the head from an Orc Hammer. His vision blurred and blood trickled into his mouth, the bitter taste making him gag. He flattened himself on the ground and swung his sword backwards, catching the Orc in the leg. It tumbled to the earth, and Eothair moved for cover behind some rocks, buying time. |
| Deleted User | 14 Dec 2008, 06:09 PM Post #10 |
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Kahlin was yet uninjured by such swordplay. The orcs, though they were strong, failed to have real tactic and only swung about . Perhaps it was Kahlin's small stature that made it easy for her to duck and move among them. From the corner of her keen eyes, she saw that Eothair had fallen and moved away. She did not know the state of his injuries, but momentarily there was nothing she could do of it now, other than to fend off the orcs. A blade struck her on the side, but did not pierce her armor. Her bones did not break so easily as that of a human, and she twisted to strike the orc at the back of the knee, a weak spot in the armor, knocking him down and embedding her axe in his neck. She took one more down, then snatch a torch from a fallen orc and swung the blazes of fire on another, catching his sickly hair and tattered clothing, he lit up the night. Kahlin did not save her breath, nor stop cursing the creatures as she took them down. Her feet carried her well, and she was lithe to avoid their blades. |
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