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Gandalf_theGrey · 02-21-2003, 12:26 AM

* Tiroedrath the door-warden and Halblung man-at-arms drifted to the edge of the Castle grounds and stood in fighting stance with drawn swords appearing to hover at diagonal angles. Missile weapons passed right through the ghosts, who merely gazed out upon their enemy. Guilin, man-at-arms with glittering halberd catching shafts of moonlight, belatedly joined his fellow warriors to guard the boundary line that marked their curse. *

* Gandalf, inside the Outer Entryway and headed towards the Inner Courtyard, stopped in his tracks as Maladil reappeared. As luck would have it, the Lord of Laurëondo stood blocking the very same front door that the company had been running towards! *

* Maladil distractedly glanced around as though waiting for something. Gandalf motioned to Aislan and Alearindu to lead the horses leftwards to the Stately Stables. The wizard then motioned to Menelduliniel, Estelarion, and Hinura to the right, mouthing the words, "Go quickly and discreet now, bards!" Gandalf then lit the end of his staff until it blazed up with a white light, and slowly strode straight ahead to face Maladil. *

* Both of Nardol's arrows flew truly to hit their mark! The first Orc to take an arrow keeled over dead. The second Orc staggered a bit and fell to the ground with heavy groaning, its black blood further darkening the night. Two answering arrows from the Orcs went wide and cracked against the cover of trees. *

* Cirgon the Cook watched Aislan, Alearindu, the horses, Estelarion, Hinura, Menelduliniel. Then Cirgon hastened ahead of Gandalf, having glimpsed the Butler, carrying a basketful of bottles, approach Maladil. "Yes, bottles!" Cirgon cried, "Give some to me, Master Maladil, that I may join your good fighters to defend our Castle!" The cook floated away with an armful of bottles to join Guilin, Halblung, and Tiroedrath. Of the bottles thrown by Cirgon, three hit their target. *

* The Orcs hit by the bottles were not seriously hurt. Even so, no Orc dared cross the boundary of shadow onto Maladil's land, within reach of ghostly sword or halberd. *

* Gandalf spoke to Maladil, who clung uselessly to the sack of gold just presented to him in one hand, his sword Orc Bane in the other, a basket of bottles before him on the ground. * Your bottles will not avail you. Despite the most excellent aim, you cannot throw them far enough to make a difference while trapped within your door. Yet go inside with me, where we may rejoin Poppy Took. * Gandalf fell back a few steps and leaned upon his staff at Maladil's glare. The wizard shook his head as if to clear away a sudden stinging headache. *

* Under cover of the distraction provided courtesy of Cirgon and Gandalf, ... Hinura, Meneldulinion, and Estelarion had managed to slip past Maladil unnoticed and were now just inside the Castle, walking as silently as they could across its cool tiled floors. Soon they found themselves within the Great Hall, looking across at Poppy with her lantern. *

* Inside the Stately Stables, Daerohil smiled as wide as he could, bowing a greeting of welcome to his guests, just as he had in the Second Age. The ghostly stable-lad patted Eruntale, Mornen, and Rustal, hand vanishing straight through their lovely manes. Daerohil looked at Whinny, ghostly Elvish eyes brimming with concern for the trembling horse with labored breathing. "Calimiel ... know ... herb?"

* Midnight stood outside the stables, peering back around the corner of the Inner Courtyard, halfway between Aislan and Gandalf, flicking his ears first one way, then the other. Midnight bent to pull up some grass, but snorted in displeasure at the mouthful of brown weeds. *

[ February 21, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]

02-21-2003, 12:26 AM	#357
Gandalf_theGrey Visionary Spirit Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 633	* Tiroedrath the door-warden and Halblung man-at-arms drifted to the edge of the Castle grounds and stood in fighting stance with drawn swords appearing to hover at diagonal angles. Missile weapons passed right through the ghosts, who merely gazed out upon their enemy. Guilin, man-at-arms with glittering halberd catching shafts of moonlight, belatedly joined his fellow warriors to guard the boundary line that marked their curse. * * Gandalf, inside the Outer Entryway and headed towards the Inner Courtyard, stopped in his tracks as Maladil reappeared. As luck would have it, the Lord of Laurëondo stood blocking the very same front door that the company had been running towards! * * Maladil distractedly glanced around as though waiting for something. Gandalf motioned to Aislan and Alearindu to lead the horses leftwards to the Stately Stables. The wizard then motioned to Menelduliniel, Estelarion, and Hinura to the right, mouthing the words, "Go quickly and discreet now, bards!" Gandalf then lit the end of his staff until it blazed up with a white light, and slowly strode straight ahead to face Maladil. * * Both of Nardol's arrows flew truly to hit their mark! The first Orc to take an arrow keeled over dead. The second Orc staggered a bit and fell to the ground with heavy groaning, its black blood further darkening the night. Two answering arrows from the Orcs went wide and cracked against the cover of trees. * * Cirgon the Cook watched Aislan, Alearindu, the horses, Estelarion, Hinura, Menelduliniel. Then Cirgon hastened ahead of Gandalf, having glimpsed the Butler, carrying a basketful of bottles, approach Maladil. "Yes, bottles!" Cirgon cried, "Give some to me, Master Maladil, that I may join your good fighters to defend our Castle!" The cook floated away with an armful of bottles to join Guilin, Halblung, and Tiroedrath. Of the bottles thrown by Cirgon, three hit their target. * * The Orcs hit by the bottles were not seriously hurt. Even so, no Orc dared cross the boundary of shadow onto Maladil's land, within reach of ghostly sword or halberd. * * Gandalf spoke to Maladil, who clung uselessly to the sack of gold just presented to him in one hand, his sword Orc Bane in the other, a basket of bottles before him on the ground. * Your bottles will not avail you. Despite the most excellent aim, you cannot throw them far enough to make a difference while trapped within your door. Yet go inside with me, where we may rejoin Poppy Took. * Gandalf fell back a few steps and leaned upon his staff at Maladil's glare. The wizard shook his head as if to clear away a sudden stinging headache. * * Under cover of the distraction provided courtesy of Cirgon and Gandalf, ... Hinura, Meneldulinion, and Estelarion had managed to slip past Maladil unnoticed and were now just inside the Castle, walking as silently as they could across its cool tiled floors. Soon they found themselves within the Great Hall, looking across at Poppy with her lantern. * * Inside the Stately Stables, Daerohil smiled as wide as he could, bowing a greeting of welcome to his guests, just as he had in the Second Age. The ghostly stable-lad patted Eruntale, Mornen, and Rustal, hand vanishing straight through their lovely manes. Daerohil looked at Whinny, ghostly Elvish eyes brimming with concern for the trembling horse with labored breathing. "Calimiel ... know ... herb?" * Midnight stood outside the stables, peering back around the corner of the Inner Courtyard, halfway between Aislan and Gandalf, flicking his ears first one way, then the other. Midnight bent to pull up some grass, but snorted in displeasure at the mouthful of brown weeds. * [ February 21, 2003: Message edited by: Gandalf_theGrey ]