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Charmat bumps into some unfriendlies on the northern border...SUBMITTED BY: Charmat, 02 Apr 97THE PLAYERS: Kurnak Kurnak is a tall but stocky uruk with a powerful build. His red slits that are eyes stare at you as if to decide if you are worth anything at all and the seemingly permanant sneer that shows his vicous yellow fangs helps create this image. His chest is covered with light but protective chain armor that is open halfway along the sides showing his dark ashen skin and powerful knots of muscles forged out of a life of hard work. You can also see some nasty burns and old scars that he seems quite proad of. The armor seems more forged for smith work that combat. His dark hair is cut in a odd mohawk shape and the rest of his head is shaved bald. Leather pants cover his legs and are tied at the belt by a rope. He walks hunched over making him appear shorter but when he pulls himself up to his full height he stands taller than most of his race. A shield made of plain black metal with a large spike in it is slung across his back with his warhammer. His feet are covered with hard metal boots and around his neck he wears a spiked ring of brass. His flatenned nose also has a ring of fingerbones driven through it. Carrying: Chain Mail Armor Metal Shield Book of Religion. War Hammer Black visored helmet Silgon You look upon an Elf of the Galadhrim. He stands straight and proud as a servant of the Lady. A grey cowl covers his face, and the cloak he wears shimmers and changes before your eyes. It is tied at the waist by a thin hithlain cord. He proudly carries a beautifully crafted longbow. Carrying: Brethilcu Grey Cowl Arehir Arehir is a tall, relatively young elf, with dark grey eyes and silvery-purple hair past his shoulders. He is shrouded in a long cloak which now seems green, now brown, now grey, depending on where he stands. Atop the cloak is a heavy leathern cowl, pitch-black in color. Underneath you think you may catch the glint of metal, but you're not sure, it all seems to blend together. Knee high leather boots cover his feet and lower legs. His only adornments are a thin leather chord about his neck that holds two colored stones, and, if you see him with his cowl pushed back, you'll notice a matching chord which holds his long hair out of his face. Slung over his shoulder, more often than not, is his longbow of reddish wood. A quiver of grey-fletched arrows makes a bulge under his cloak at his draw-hand hip, and at the other hip, a differently shaped bulge gives indication that he is armed more heavily than with bow only. On the breast of his cloak is an insignia that would mean nothing to most outside the Golden Wood. Carrying: Longbow Gaileg Cunaur Elven Scalemail Black Cowl Charmat The young maiden before you is a child of nature. Her crystal sea-blue eyes sparkle like the sunshine dancing across the active waters of a turbulent river. White hair cascades down her back as a raging waterfall, not to be tamed. Her face shines with the light of the moons. Gentle features like that of the moonlit landscape echo her nature of sweet carefullness. Her stature a mirror of a tall willowy tree, making her appear about 6 feet tall. Simply dressed, her clothes run the same theme of pale dulled green. The darkest of green is her boots, which look fairly new, but rather scuffed. A brown cloth of natural fibers hangs as some sort of sling. If you watch long enough you might see the bulge in the sling move, or a tiny nose peek out. Carrying: Gwindolfin Tiny Squirrel Northern Fences of Lorien The rolling foothills of the northwest come to and end here in this river valley, nestled up against the wide Anduin river to your east, and the sprawling forest to your south. This region is called the Northern Fences of Lorien, for it forms the border to the legendary Golden Wood, whose boughs you could soon be travelling beneath, should you venture any further southward.As you look into the dense forest growth which begins only a few dozen yards into the woods, you recall the legends which bespoke of the fateful one-way journeys creatures of evil intent undertook when they chose to desecrate that realm... Contents: Silgon Kurnak Obvious exits: North leads to Foothills of the Misties - Near Caradhras. West leads to Plains aside the Silverlode. South leads to Northern Border of Lorien. A shadow appears in the trees to the south. (Charmat) Kurnak is heavily armored and is hissing dark words to Silgon as he circles hsi tree Silgon leans down, and amid the shaking of the tree, attempts to loose an arrow, but the shaking foliage is to much. He shudders of himself, as the URuk speaks. "I shall kill you myself Uruk. You shall not have the pleasure of returning to your pittiful hole!" He again attemps to loose an arrow, this time randomly into the brush below. Several dark shadows appear in the forest, all standing at various points in silence. You paged Kurnak and Silgon with 'Kurnak sir.. Would you please say something to cause Charmat to do something foolish and come out.. Something silly about Glynnis will do. ;-)'. Kurnak continues to speak until he is cut off by a horrible gasp of rage. He stumbles back to be visible with a elven arrow lodged in his shoulder. His eyes blaze red and he grips the arrow and rips it out "Youz will pay for dat..Iz will return home and cut off both ears of da knight protector and den eat dem" Amongst the shadows one wavers. Though there are atempts to restrain her, Charmat emerges from the forest in a rage, her staff raised high in anger, "You stinking fiend! Bring her back or die at the hands of the Lorien army!" She waves her staff back to indicate the dark shadows behind her. Silgon laughs grimly as he strikes the Uruk. His voice is wild from the rage of battle, and his overflowing sorrow. "You will not have the chance, worm." He again nocks an arrrow, and aims at the Uruk. He cries out just as he is going to release it. "CHARMET!!! NO!!!" He fire off the arrow as fast as he can, and leaps to the ground. The shadowy figures all dart around after a moment of shock at the maiden elf's stupidity. Arrows fly, though in the confusion they all miss. Kurnak turns his attention toward the charging elf and raises his hammer high i n the air "Yez..Youz come and fight mez or unnngh" he is cut off as Silgon's arrow hits him in the back but bounces off his chain mail and lands on the ground Silgon runs low and fast towards Charmat, screaming at the top of his lungs. Kurnak hurls himself with remarkable speed for his bulk at the elf with the staff and swings his hammer downward at the elf's head with a cry of sadistic pleasure Charmat continues to charge the Orc, her staff waving in the most rediculous manner, as she yells, "Disgusting creature! Give her back!" A scream emits as she is hit, stopping her dead in her tracks with shock. After the shock wears off, the blow finally manages to make Charmat's legs crumble under her, and she topples to the ground at the Orc's feet. Her eyes are closed as she faints. Silgon dives forward towards Charmat as she crumples, and and begins to drag here towards the edge of the wood. His eyes flick periodically to the Uruk, vunrable as he drags the prone form of Charmat. The trees are full of bow wielding Elves, the air full of arrows. Arrows rain down all around the Uruk, but as if sheilded by some strange power, none manage their target. Silgon +shouts "out in Sindarin." Arehir arrives from along the faint road leading west. Kurnak sneers down the the crumpled elf and slams his boot hard into her ribs with a laugh twisted with cruelty and evil Charmat lays in a broken heap at Silgon's feet, as he drags her out of the way of the Orc. From the eastern road, a grey, barely visible figure sprints along the treeline toward the orch and quendi. Breaking away from the trees, a grey clad elf with a pitch colored cowl slows to a jog and stops about ten yards from the yrch. He stands motionless for a second, then... Arehir calmly flips aside his cloak and draws bright Gaileg from its sheeth with a metallic hiss. He rasps in an eerie voice, " Kurnak sneers down at the crumpled elf lying before him and kicks her hard in the ribs until his ears catch the sound of a blade being drawn and he turns to face the elf advancing toward him. His eyes narrow and he lets a hiss escape his lips "Soez..Youz also fill fight mez" Silgon takes advantage of the distraction, and gritting his teeth, gives a sharp tug, draging here a bit towards the shelter of the wood. He makes no sound, fearing to draw the attention of the Uruk. Being drug like a heavey sack, Charmat remains unconscious, her head bleeding sufficantly. Arehir circles slowly to the north, trying to get the uruk to turn with him, and away from the two quendi. He executes a few probing jabs, but holds back a full blow... Kurnak hisses as his swings his shield into a more combative position as he moves in on the elf swinging his hammer in a arc between his shield and his side Silgon pulls Charmat quickly behind a tree. She is concealed by the lush brush about the area, as he begins to climb the nearest tree. Arehir gives way to the arching hammer, dancing lightly back from the heavy swings. The elves high in the trees stop their rain of arrows, for fear of hitting Arehir. They stand watch in case of need, but they are fairly confident that the powerful elf will take care of the whimpy uruk. Kurnak lets out a curse in the black orcish tounge as the elf dodges away from hsi blows. The heavy swings are begining to tire his powerful arms and beads of sweat roll of his face and splatter on the leaves on the ground Arehir maintains his defensive posture, taking an occational counterslash at the orc's shield side, but always giving way, drawing the orc northward. Silgon draws his bow, a nocked arrow glinting in the sun. The bowstring is pulled to his cheek, and takes aim on the URuk. He cries out in Sindarin. "Fiend. Though shalt meet your doom at this very spot!" Crumpled and unconscious, Charmat's body lays hidden behind a rather large tree. A tiny squirrel shimmies down the tree and crawls on the lifeless form, chittering in an upset tone. Kurnak hisses and lunges at the elf with heavy swings thta cover a lot of territory in a attempt to stop loosing ground and to start making the elf do it Darting a glance back toward the treeline, and nodding to himself as he sees neither Silgon nor Charmat, Arehir suddenly changes his tactic. After a particularly strenuous swing from the powerful uruk, the agile quendi whirls to the side, and brings his gleaming blade hissing toward the orc's unprotected weapon arm... The lifeless body stays lifeless. Kurnak tries to pull his hammer back in time to block the blow buts is not quick enough. The sword slashes a long gash along his arm and black blood sprays over the blade. He falls back and begins to back off in the direction of moria. He screams at the elfs as he backs away "Youz fools! Yer great warrior will be taken to da balrog where she will know the true meaning of pain! The nher soal will be left bare for the demon to eat" The eyes benieth the Grey Cowl flash quickly, and he suddenly leaps from the tree. He lands, and quickly drags the lifless form of Charmat deeper into the Wood of the Lorien. Silgon has disconnected. Arehir spins back toward the wood, as the yrch backs away. He slowly backs off then, edging toward the fences, blade still forward for some possible ruse... Kurnak turns his head and spits on one of the Malorn trees as he continues to scream threats and insults Arehir continues to back off until the uruk is a good 30-40 yards away. He then drops his sword beside him, and unshoulders his great longbow. In mere seconds the bow is strung and nocked with a grey fletched arrow... The guards high in the trees follow suit of Arehir, nocking in their arrows, aiming for the retreating uruk. Kurnak catches a quick glimpse of a arrow being nocked on a bow and swings his shield directly infront of him in a position to war off flying arrows Arehir straightens as he sees the yrch continue to receed. He raises his off arm, fingers extended, and then lets it drop swiftly. Immediately a hail of arrows pour toward the beast, now from all along the treeline. Kurnak lets out a lingering screams of rage and fear as arrows pelt down on him from all sides. Giving up all caution he turns and sprints toward safety The sun sinks in the sky and falls below the horizon. Nighttime takes over. Erinstar emerges from the forest. Erinstar bursts out of the woods, longbow in hand. Erinstar says, "Arehir!" Arehir stands twenty or so yards from the edge of the forest, watching the receding figure of the yrch as it lopes westward. He turns then, while dipping down to take his sword, and snorts as Erin emerges from the foliage, "Very good of you brouther. You retain your usual tremendous timing, I see." He grins widely, though anxiety from battle still creases his brow. Erinstar scowls. Charmat lays hidden behind a tree, unconscious, beaten, badly bruised, with a tiny squirrel standing on her belly. Arehir wipes off his blade quickly, then motions for Erin to follow, heading east a bit and into the treeline. He drops to his knees beside the crumpled maiden. Erinstar moves to follow Arehir. At the sight of Charmat, his face darkens and he grinds his teeth angrily. "You let it live?" The tiny squirrel chitters angrily at the elves, ducking protectively over Charmat. Erinstar picks up the crumples body gently - squirrel and all - and carries her back towards the wood. Glendor emerges from the forest. Charmat is at this moment, being carried by Erinstar. The tiny squirrel chirps in fright and hides under her hair. Erinstar says, "Glendor! Over here, quick!" Arehir turns slowly to look on his brother with a look of disbelief. He snarls, "Do not accost me for that which you know nothing of! I came only to see the maid on the ground being dragged away by Silgon. My only concern was distraction." He glares once more, then turns back to Charm, lightly trying to examine her wounds. Glendor steps from the dark shadows of dense forest into the open space, and, quickly glancing around, runs toward Erinstar. Erinstar meets Glendor halfway and sets down Charmat carefully. Glendor kneels besides Charmat, "What happened here?" Erinstar says, "I don't know...I just got here" Glendor looks at the trickle of blood from the head wound, "This will take time, and we are not in a good place to spend time at. I'll carry her to the hospital." Arehir looks on the healer then, black ichor sprayed across his cloak. He growls, "Yrch, Glendor. A filthy yrch happened." Glendor nods to Erinstar, and stands, "Be quick, now" Erinstar gently lifts the body once again. Erinstar plunges into the dense growth of northern Lorien. *****(Traveling music plays here)***** *****(The rest is healing RP)***** Field Hospital You are in a small clearing cut into the thickets. All about you, the bushes and trees grow thick and unwavering, blocking out most of the sunlight and dimming the atmosphere. Dispite the lack of sunlight or moonlight, the clearing gives of a calm, quiet, secure feeling. Here is where the Cuigrithweg have made their Field Hospital. Several woven mats are laid about on the ground in neat rows and a pair of small chests rest at the north side of the Hospital. High above the mats, a large tarp is strung to provide some shelter on the off chance that it should rain. On the south side of the clearing, a small stream runs by the Hospital. It also serves as the only entrance and exit. Contents: Erinstar Arehir Glendor Old Chest Obvious exits: Thickets Erinstar sets her down on a mat gently. The squirrel darts out from Charmat's hair and shimmies up a nearby tree, turning down to watch what is going on with his elf. The elf on the other hand, remains unconscious. Erinstar looks up at Arehir and returns his glare, "Hey, don't get mad at me! You should be able to take care of one filthy yrch. You are the Corporal after all." he says bitterly. Glendor is busily diging through a pile of small bags and pouches with herbs lying on hte table. A small pot of water is hanging over fire nearby. Arehir spins about, his sord still in his hand, and rages, "Ahh! So the point is revealed!? It is not the escape of an orch, but the position of the brother!" He whirls away then, fuming. Erinstar says, "MY, aren't we perceptive! Or should I say Sir?" Erinstar smirks Glendor is largely ignoring the heated exchange between brothers, occupied with tending the wound. Arehir again looks looks incredulously at his brother, mouth agape... he finally just looks through him, and calls to Glen, "What say you, healer?? Give us word of our friend's condition!" Glendor examines the wound closer, and shakes his head, "The bleeding is too strong. I have to stop it before I can say anything" If she were awake, Charmat would have been flattered at being called friend. Since she is not, she just lies there in a dreamy state. What she dreams is a mystery. Erinstar turns away from his brother angrily and goes over to Charmat and tries to stop the bleeding. Arehir frowns bitterly as the anger finally washes out of his face. He says quietly, eyes to the ground, "The blessing of the earth-mother be on you, healers. I pray you, help this bright young star." With that he whirls about, colorless cloak flapping, and shoves into the heavy bushes... Arehir crosses the small stream using the hidden guide ropes. Arehir has left. Erinstar becomes only more angry at his futile attempt and goes to fume in the corner, head in hands. Erinstar has disconnected. Glendor dips a large piece of thin cloth in the warm water, and starts to wipe the blood around the woond. Erinstar has connected. Charmat stirs slightly, a slight moan emitting from between her tight lips. Erinstar looks up quickly as she stirs to life. Erinstar says, "Is there anything you can give her to ease the pain?" From halfway up a tree the squirrel chirps at the movement. Erinstar says, "Is there anything you can give her to ease the pain?" Glendor nods, then shakes his head, apparently not at the question but at something he sees, "Give me that vial, near the edge of the table" Erinstar finds the vial and hands it to Glendor quickly. Charmat opens her once bright eyes, her lids fluttering, then fully opening. In confusion she starts, casting forward a might as she tries to sit up. Erinstar says, "I just hope it's not the blue stuff...for her sake." Erinstar places a hand on her arm gently, "Lie still." Glendor opens the vial, and sniffs the liquid, "Good... it's still fresh." Noticing Charmat's movement, he lays a hand on her shoulder, to told her down. "At her preset state, she would not even notice" Charmat smiles weakly up at Erinstar and obeys, her tired eyes moving to Glendor questioningly. Glendor pours a generous amount of the liquid on a bandage, and quickly covers the would with it, "No, it is not. I see you still remember it fondly" Erinstar smirks. Erinstar says, "Hardly." Charmat lays motionless, only her eyes move.. Back and forth between the two she looks, bloodshot and full of fear at what she might have done. Glendor secures the bandage tightly, but his face remains a frown, "This will only stop the bleeding... I will have to look at the wound itself again at another time. I want to give her some Rhubidia juice. Keeping her awake only makes her suffer now" Erinstar sighs, "There is nothing to ease the pain?" Glendor nods, "She will feel no pain while she is asleep" Glendor stands up, and walks to a low shelf hidden in the shadows, "Now, where is my Rhubiddia? Ah, here it is" He takes a small bottle with a tight-fitted cork, and opens it. Words a jumble in her head, Charmat understands not. Her eyes keeping switching back and forth, but the lack of light indicates that she is not there. Erinstar sighs. Erinstar says, "Allright then..." Glendor returns to Charmat, holding the small bottle, "If you return to the City before me, send the word that I need more Rhubidia in the field hospital, they have dried leaves there" Erinstar nods. Erinstar says, "I'll do that." Erinstar has disconnected. Glendor puts few drops of the liqud on Charmat's lips, "She will sleep now. I'll tend to her again when she awakes" Charmat's eyes flutter till they close. She sleeps soundly. Glendor nods to himself, seing Charmat fall asleep, and quietly leaves the room. Glendor crosses the small stream using the hidden guide ropes. Glendor has left. |