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Bobbo the Beggar
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« Reply #285 on: June 06, 2003, 08:00:22 AM »

Bobbo did not notice Lucirina's eyes grace him. His eyes were focused on the city away in the distance. He heard Qui speak, but did not bother to listen in. The Tristin replied to Qui, "I intend to attack, and if we are slain, then that is life. The entire fabrication of life means that it must have an end, and I would rather die fighting than to die an old man who lost everything."

Bobbo heard the Tristin and turned to him. Bobbo's garment choice was meant to make him fit in with the soldiers, though now he looked much poorer than the soldiers. Indeed, it looked like a lord had become a beggar again, but not in spirit.

"You have spoken truly, my lord," said Bobbo, "And I would rather die trying to recover my father's wealth and position than to die a homeless vagrant."

"Then we are one in mind," said the Tristin, "Come, Qui and Lord Junakin, let us draw our swords and gallop on the city."

The Tristin's hand went to the hilt at his belt. A sword more beautiful than ten Avengers came from it. The Tristin looked at the sword for a moment.

"Great Macil, sword of my father and his father, let us win back Strata," said the Tristin softly. He rose the sword up over his head and cried in a mighty voice, "Dagnir Coire!!!"

All the men in the army raised their swords over their heads and shouted with the momentum to disturb the mountains' stance, "DAGNIR COIRE!!!"

Bobbo was among these men. He held Avenger over his head. Its hiding cloth forsaken, the sword blazed in the sunlight beside its fellow, Macil.

Then the Tristin cried, "For Strata! CHARGE!!!!"

With that call, the army roared as all the men broke their horses into a gallop. Bobbo snarled as he rode, craving the blood of Troas's men. Beside Bobbo rode the Tristin, his face hardened for battle.

As the army reached the walls of the city, arrows began to fly at them from the walls. Bobbo suddenly heard an officer in the Tristin's army cry, "Fire!" and a huge volley of arrows came flying from behind Bobbo, sailing up into the chests of the men who had shot from the walls.

The horsemen were very close to the gate now. Suddenly the gate burst open and out poured dozens of horsed warriors, each with a great lance and a steel sword. Bobbo came at them on his horse. As the first warrior came close, Bobbo swung Avenger into the man's chest. The great and beautiful blade was also extremely powerful, as it went right through the man's steel armor and chopped into his chest. The man fell from his horse with a cry and Bobbo charged at his next victim.

'... Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again.' (Gandalf)

'I wish it need not have happened in my time,' said Frodo.

'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us . . .'

The Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring (Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Past)

The Tales of Middle Earth RPG (I'm the owner)
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« Reply #286 on: June 06, 2003, 09:27:22 AM »

Radaroc leading the way through the tunnels looked over his shoulder, "Almost there I can smell fresh air!"  With renewed hope he ran faster still, the stinging arrows continued to fall amoung the party.  Rounding a final bend he saw light.  Up a last slope and they were at the entrance from which they went into the sewers.  "Right, now what?"
**OOC: Should we make a new chapter?



In the begining I was weak.  Now I have purpose.  Stay me from my path and the Gods themselves cannot save you.


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Bobbo the Beggar
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« Reply #287 on: June 12, 2003, 01:08:22 PM »

As the battle progressed, Bobbo killed more and more men. He saw the tide begin to slow as he fought beside the Tristin. He turned to the Tristin and said, "How close are we, my lord?"

"We haven't met the half of their forces yet, that is, if they are the same as last I fought them," said the Tristin, "They're holding back. Something is happening in that city."

Rhas
The red-clad woman had entered the city a few days ago. She had watched quietly in the shadows, brooding over her anger and hatred. Anyone who looked at her cross-eyed was burnt to a crisp when no one was watching.

As Rhas walked the streets of Strata, she heard a great deal of commotion from outside the walls. Suddenly legions of soldiers rushed by her on the streets. The leader shoved her out of the way as the men marched past Rhas, saying, "Out of the way, woman."

Of course, in her already unstable state, Rhas was in no mood for such treatment. She could contain her anger no longer. She cried out as fire flew from her fingers at all the soldiers in sight. Screams filled the sky above the now empty streets of Strata. Then silence.

But Rhas was not finished. She used her magic to fly above the city into the sky. Looking down she hurled flame at any who wore the armor of Troas's soldiers.

Bobbo and the Tristin
Back in the battle, the arrows had stopped flying at them, and the soldiers were gone or dead. Everyone looked about trying to find why the sudden change.

Suddenly Bobbo saw great lights come down from the sky above Strata. He suddenly realized that it was flame, coming from a person clad all in red.

"My lord," said Bobbo to the Tristin, "Look!"

The Tristin turned to behold Rhas and gasped. "It is one of those fire women from Thambalath. I did not know Troas was in league with them. This changes everything."

The Tristin called in a great voice, "FULL BACK!!! RETREAT!!!"

The Tristin's men, or what was left of them, all turned and whether on horseback or no, they ran away from the walls of the city as fast as they could.

Bobbo turned and looked worriedly back at Rhas's form in the sky. Whatever the power she might have, Bobbo saw a sudden change of circumstance as the body began to fall.

Bobbo called to the Tristin, "My lord! The witch falls!"

The Tristin turned in surprise and saw Rhas's body disappear behind the buildings of Strata. He was extremely puzzled. Then his face changed to battle hardiness.

"It appears as though she was also an enemy of Troas. However, she has acted almost as an ally to us, though unintental I am sure. She must have greatly depleted Troas's army. Let us charge!" said the Tristin.

He order the army back to the city. Many of the soldiers were quite confused by now, but they would not disobey the Tristin.

Suddenly Bobbo realized there was no way into the city. The gates must surely be locked from the inside and they had no battering ram.

The army stopped in front of a gate, stuck.

"Curses!" said the Tristin, "There is no way in."

'... Always after a defeat and a respite, the Shadow takes another shape and grows again.' (Gandalf)

'I wish it need not have happened in my time,' said Frodo.

'So do I,' said Gandalf, 'and so do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us . . .'

The Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring (Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Past)

The Tales of Middle Earth RPG (I'm the owner)
The Lords of Middle Earth (I'm the ent mod)
Adventures of Sorren (I'm just a player)
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« Reply #288 on: June 18, 2003, 01:33:22 PM »

Keelin thumped Shaint on the shoulder. Okay, we're here. Put me down! She'd put up with it long enough. There was nothing wrong with her and she could walk perfectly well on her own!

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

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« Reply #289 on: June 20, 2003, 05:41:22 AM »

Gararion stood in the ally way in which the entrance to the sewers were.  He could sense his friends approach coming near.  Soon they would be standing infront of him, sweat bearing on their foreheads, arrows following in their wake.  Gararion thought wether he wished to be their when they surfaced or would he reveal his presence further down on their journies?

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« Reply #290 on: June 22, 2003, 02:01:22 AM »

Atrii ran and saw a shadowy figure at the end of the tunnel standing there. The vision was very faint and Atrii couldn't even try to distinguish who it was at the moment. "Keep going, we're almost there." He yelled this out to the whole party... no one in particular.

(OOC:Where is Adara?)


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« Reply #291 on: June 22, 2003, 02:16:22 AM »

Gararion remained at the doorway.  After a moment of waiting he heard the first sign of people approaching the gate.  The sounds of people running through a tunnel, water playing at their ankles.  Then he heard the voice of Atrii yell that they were almost at the end.

Atrii, since meeting him back at the herald and talking over a warm meal it seemed they were getting along.  Though during the entire trip it seemed that this was not true, for they talk very little, hardly made contact at all.  Gararion made little converstation with many of his compainions, some far less then others.  Strange how such a small group seemed to become seperated far from each other in more ways then one.

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« Reply #292 on: June 22, 2003, 05:09:22 AM »

OOC: I'm here. I just couldn't think of anything to post, so I didn't.:p

Adara winced as Atrii bounded towards the exit, her being carried as if she were a baby. Why were they in such a hurry? The arrows were a definate cause, but not enough to install this eagerness for escape. With each step she was jostled, her injured ankle complaining with every movement. Now that the others were healed--even though she certainly didn't approve of the two men running directly after a healing--her own wounds were demanding attention.

"Keep going, we're almost there."

Atrii's call released a sigh of relief. As soon as they left this Ava-forsaken sewer she could rest. However her gaze fell upon the shadowed figure at the end of the tunnel, and she stiffened in fear. No...not another fight...

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« Reply #293 on: June 22, 2003, 05:14:22 AM »

Atrii continued to run with Adara in his arms. He looked down for a moment to see her eyes squint gesturing a feeling of pain. He slowed down a bit trying to make the run less bumpy and uncomfortable for the injured healer. "Don't worry Adara, we are almost at the end, there you can rest and regain your strength and give time for your ankle to heal."


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« Reply #294 on: June 22, 2003, 05:26:22 AM »

Adara gave him a quick, small smile. "I'm fine, truely." It wasn't exactly a lie; as his gait slowed, the pain lessened. "Besides, you need rest more than I do."

Rest...it seemed little more than a luxary as she looked back to the figure.

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« Reply #295 on: June 22, 2003, 05:53:22 AM »

Lucirina
Even when she had not recieved much training Lucirina had drawn one of the daggers from her wrist and was cutting down enemies with scaring accuracy.
As the arrows started falling like rain over the warriors she decided that she was too an easy target on the back of her horse and jumped down from it after slicing down a soldier. A quite wise decition, for as soon as she moved away gtom the animal 4 or 5 arrows imbedded themselves in the saddle where she had been seated not a instant ago.
Having both hands free she unsheated the other dagger and started to fight off soldiers.
She had the advantage of being small and quick as lightining, easily avoiding the oncoming sword strikes aimed at her.
Blood splattered her face as she dug one of the daggers deep into the stomach of a enemy. She didn't seem affected at all, only that far away look had returned to her eyes as she continued fighting like a wildcat, a scream of rage escaping her lips.

Qui
Qui fought alongside Bobbo and the Tristin before loosing sight of them during the battle, his own sharp sword causing much damage in the ranks of the enemy.
An arrow had hit his chest plate, not managing to go completely trough but deep enough to make blood pour out of the wound. He pulled the arrow out with a slight wince before he continued slashing his sword at the enemies.
His hear stopped in his chest as he saw the horse that Lucirina had been riding running away from the battlefield without its rider, tears burned in his eyes as he looked around trying to spot her. As he saw a soldier fall to the ground he spotted her. She was fighting like she was posessed by Coór himself, an unerthly scream escaping her lips.
For a moment he was wondering if this was actually the woman he had fallen for. Her face was a mask of anger, striped with blood from the men she had killed, and from her own he suddenly realized, a deep gash in her arm being the sourche of the crimsom flood. He was about to ride over to her when he heard the second from the Tristin  "Charge!".
He did as his leader told him and charged at the soldiers with renewed fury.
Neither Qui nor Lucirina knew that Rhas had been flyinf over them not a instant ago.


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« Reply #296 on: June 23, 2003, 02:32:22 PM »

Shaint and the party approached the exit to the sewers, the light could be seen and they soon exited the sewers and where standing on sand Shaint glanced left and right then sat Keelin down he noted the gates of the city an dmany men behind them..

as soon as he noticed horses came flowing from the left and twords the gates yet they where still far off.....

Shaint sprinted to the gates and looked through "Bobbo??" He held a hand to block the bright rays of the sun to see clearly "What's happening and why are all the men behind you?!"

I may have lost my feelings, but your going to lose more than that when I come after you

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« Reply #297 on: June 26, 2003, 05:49:22 AM »

Bobbo saw Shaint through the gate. "Shaint," he said, "I had hoped to meet up with you and your group. There has been much change since last we met. The Tristin is here and we are riding in to take the city. Could you please open the gate?"

Bobbo turned to the Tristin and said, "This is the leader of the group Oscar sent for the weapons."

The Tristin nodded. "Then you have the weapons?" he said to Shaint, "They would be useful to get through the last remanent of Troas's forces."

'All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given us.'
The Lord of the Ring: The Fellowship of the Ring (Chapter 2: The Shadow of the Past)

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« Reply #298 on: June 26, 2003, 02:34:22 PM »

Gararion's eyes followed Shaint's movenment.  It seemed he had taken no notice of a citizen standing in the middle of the street.  Shaint walk toward a gate and begun to speak to a man behind it.  After a moment of searching  his memory he figure out who it was, Bobbo.  What was going on he wondered...who were these men he was with.

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« Reply #299 on: June 27, 2003, 07:02:22 PM »

Shaint nodded "I can open the gate but unfortunatly no we don't have the weapons we where just having a small war between a Thief king and his minions and then ran out being chased by brownies! but as you ride in I can Guarantee you the weapons by the time you shall need them"

Shaint glances over his shoulder to radaroc "RADAROC! TIME TO USE THAT SIZE YOU WHERE GIFTED WITH!"

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