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Orofacion of the Vanyar · 01-03-2003, 04:04 PM

Ulfeg waited anxiously behind a fallen log that stuck out the woods by the river like a stray hair on a nappy head. The wolves were presenting quite a problem for the theives, especially one soul who hadn't the wits to keep them off. "He should've ducked," Ulfeg chuckled to himself.

Just as it seemed the company had fended off the attack, another came, though more fierce and engaging. While the theives left their comrade to defend their horde, Ulfeg caught the initial wargs carrying off their prize, "A pity."

Ulfeg stayed hidden as the company of thieves fought off their attackers. But as the wargs retreated, two ran right past the fallen log where Ulfeg was crouching. The beast closest to the Easterling stopped and sniffed the air, turning to Ulfeg. The wind had changed. The warg snarled, dripping saliva from his bloody maw, red from a wound, his eyes black like rotten carrion.

Ulfeg started to crawl backwards from the creeping beast, trying to grab for his sword. The rust at his hilt had been a bit more severe then Ulfeg thought as it broke at the touch. Ulfeg threw the hilt at the animal, but it only seemed to flame the fire.

As he crawled back closer and closer into the trees behind him, Ulfeg noticed a vine hanging down the his left. The warg charged and Ulfeg grabbed to vine and held it out infront of him. It found its way into the beast mouth and Ulfeg quickly tied up the muzzle, kicking the beast off him. Ulfeg stumbled away and ran back towards the thieves. The warg made quick work of the vine and charged Ulfeg once more, but stopped and ran at the sound of the company yelling.

The Easterling slumped down behind the fallen tree once more and sighed deeply. "I am too old for this," Ulfeg said shaking his head. He stood up and found his horse where he left it in the shallows of the woods, dead from a warg attack. "Grashnk," he curse once more. Ulfeg walked out of the trees and over to the company of theives.

"Ho there!" he yelled out to the them

[ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: Orofacion of the Vanyar ]

01-03-2003, 04:04 PM	#33
Orofacion of the Vanyar Wight Join Date: Jun 2002 Location: Clayton, NC Posts: 102	Ulfeg waited anxiously behind a fallen log that stuck out the woods by the river like a stray hair on a nappy head. The wolves were presenting quite a problem for the theives, especially one soul who hadn't the wits to keep them off. "He should've ducked," Ulfeg chuckled to himself. Just as it seemed the company had fended off the attack, another came, though more fierce and engaging. While the theives left their comrade to defend their horde, Ulfeg caught the initial wargs carrying off their prize, "A pity." Ulfeg stayed hidden as the company of thieves fought off their attackers. But as the wargs retreated, two ran right past the fallen log where Ulfeg was crouching. The beast closest to the Easterling stopped and sniffed the air, turning to Ulfeg. The wind had changed. The warg snarled, dripping saliva from his bloody maw, red from a wound, his eyes black like rotten carrion. Ulfeg started to crawl backwards from the creeping beast, trying to grab for his sword. The rust at his hilt had been a bit more severe then Ulfeg thought as it broke at the touch. Ulfeg threw the hilt at the animal, but it only seemed to flame the fire. As he crawled back closer and closer into the trees behind him, Ulfeg noticed a vine hanging down the his left. The warg charged and Ulfeg grabbed to vine and held it out infront of him. It found its way into the beast mouth and Ulfeg quickly tied up the muzzle, kicking the beast off him. Ulfeg stumbled away and ran back towards the thieves. The warg made quick work of the vine and charged Ulfeg once more, but stopped and ran at the sound of the company yelling. The Easterling slumped down behind the fallen tree once more and sighed deeply. "I am too old for this," Ulfeg said shaking his head. He stood up and found his horse where he left it in the shallows of the woods, dead from a warg attack. "Grashnk," he curse once more. Ulfeg walked out of the trees and over to the company of theives. "Ho there!" he yelled out to the them [ January 04, 2003: Message edited by: Orofacion of the Vanyar ]