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Dwarin Thunderhammer · 09-09-2002, 02:31 PM

The small party found the stream up ahead and watered their horses. Dwarin took off his mail shirt and his boots and plunged his head into the stream. The water washed the ash and dust from his eyes. He took a long drink directly from the stream. The water was refreshingly cool compared to everything else in the wasteland. Looking around he noticed the horses drinking eagerly from the stream. He sat on the bank and reflected on recent events. The attack at Aspida's house seemed like years ago. He remembered holding her frail body as she died. His rage against Storworlos and his band rekindled. The dwarf reminded himself that now was not the time for anger but time for rest, he would have his revenge later. Remembering Aspida also reminded Dwarin of the girl he had sworn himself to protect. He looked up to see her washing her face in the stream. Satisfied and refreshed Haleth started to sit up but she caught her own reflection in the stream. She stared at herself in the rippling water. Dwarin too looked at the reflection. In the water he did not see a warrior or a bitter young lady. Instead he saw a face that was covered in sorrow and pain yet was strangely beautiful. It reminded him, beneath the anguish and anger that she bore there was a woman that needed friendship and comfort as much as anyone. Haleth splashed her reflection and raised her head. She caught Dwarin staring "Do you need something?" she asked. "Err. No. Nothing I'm sorry." The dwarf replied. "I sent Kalohern and Arenia to go see if they could find some food." Haleth continued. "Good, as soon as they get back I think we should find the others." Dwarin said half to himself.

Kalohern and Arenia returned empty handed. Shortly thereafter they discussed their next plan of action. They decided to backtrack a little and see if they could find some sign of their party.

After a few hours of riding they spied a fallen body through the trees. They recognized a wounded and tired Guthrin. "Guthrin! It's us!" Kalohern shouted!" But Guthrin did not make any friendly move and instead drew his sword. "Friend! Guthrin! Please! It is us! Do not be alarmed."

09-09-2002, 02:31 PM	#164
Dwarin Thunderhammer Khazad-Doomed Join Date: Sep 2001 Location: The Green Dragon Posts: 182	The small party found the stream up ahead and watered their horses. Dwarin took off his mail shirt and his boots and plunged his head into the stream. The water washed the ash and dust from his eyes. He took a long drink directly from the stream. The water was refreshingly cool compared to everything else in the wasteland. Looking around he noticed the horses drinking eagerly from the stream. He sat on the bank and reflected on recent events. The attack at Aspida's house seemed like years ago. He remembered holding her frail body as she died. His rage against Storworlos and his band rekindled. The dwarf reminded himself that now was not the time for anger but time for rest, he would have his revenge later. Remembering Aspida also reminded Dwarin of the girl he had sworn himself to protect. He looked up to see her washing her face in the stream. Satisfied and refreshed Haleth started to sit up but she caught her own reflection in the stream. She stared at herself in the rippling water. Dwarin too looked at the reflection. In the water he did not see a warrior or a bitter young lady. Instead he saw a face that was covered in sorrow and pain yet was strangely beautiful. It reminded him, beneath the anguish and anger that she bore there was a woman that needed friendship and comfort as much as anyone. Haleth splashed her reflection and raised her head. She caught Dwarin staring "Do you need something?" she asked. "Err. No. Nothing I'm sorry." The dwarf replied. "I sent Kalohern and Arenia to go see if they could find some food." Haleth continued. "Good, as soon as they get back I think we should find the others." Dwarin said half to himself. Kalohern and Arenia returned empty handed. Shortly thereafter they discussed their next plan of action. They decided to backtrack a little and see if they could find some sign of their party. After a few hours of riding they spied a fallen body through the trees. They recognized a wounded and tired Guthrin. "Guthrin! It's us!" Kalohern shouted!" But Guthrin did not make any friendly move and instead drew his sword. "Friend! Guthrin! Please! It is us! Do not be alarmed." __________________ “Baruk Khazâd! Khazâd aimênu!” Come visit The Rohan RPG! The only RPG to fanfic on the downs! Without law there can be no freedom. Without justice there can be no law.