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Re: ROHAN RPG
The Fords shrunk behind the riders, as they distanced themselves from them. They rode in single file, with Taradan at the rear. His white mare Nimroch, winnied impatiently as if it wanted to speed ahead of the other horses for the joy of running. The riders ahead slowed their mounts to a gallop, and Taradan did so too. The horses trotted quitely along, the lead rider said loud enough for only the other riders to hear: "look, up ahead, a fire!"
"Is it the men?" asked Thenamir.
"I'm not sure," said the tall rider.
"Someone should go check it out" added the third. Instantly, all three heads turned to Taradan, who was known to be a better woodsman than most riders. "Hey 'Blackie!' Want to see what's going on over there?"
"Alright" said Taradan with a sigh, "I'll go! Stay here while I'm gone", and with that, Taradan dismounted and plunged into the overgrowth, to get a better look at the fire.
</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 8/2/01 8:07:48 pm
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All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
-The Riddle of Strider
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