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Aylwen Dreamsong · 07-25-2004, 10:54 PM

A cry, a screeching howl unlike any sound Jeren had ever heard before, reverberated through the cavern. The pain of the beast twisted its way into Jeren's ears, then harshly hammered its way into his skull as if it meant to shatter the skulls of all who heard it. Upon seeing the great spider, Jeren had fled to the darkness, just out of sight while he watched the immediate reactions of the company. The affect of the large creature angered Jeren, and he wondered at his own fear. If I am to die, then I shall die, but it will be with courage. For if I die, I wish for it to be when I have tried my best and failed, not with half a heart and half my strength... Jeren thought this bitterly, drawing his rusted sword and straining through the dying notes of Shelob's cry.

Compelled to follow the Raeis, Zuromor, Darash, and Lyshka in their first charge on Shelob, Jeren only fell back and faltered when the spider let out a high-pitched squeal. We need to find a way out...there has to be some way...we cannot just let the spider have her way! The Southron thought madly, with panic about his features and impatience stringing on his last nerves.

Looking on as others fought the beast, Jeren felt a coward but thought like a hero. He wanted to advance, he wanted to stab the beast, he wanted to help...but his legs would not move him and his fear had paralyzed his limbs. Doubt coursed through his veins and distrust eminated off his skin, for while his mind had made a decision his body had chosen to ignore it. Why am I so afraid? Jeren wondered. He had led men into battle countless times, fought nameless enemies and guiseless fears. The Southron did not know what made this fear any different.

Because you know there is little hope...a side of Jeren answered that had not spoken before, the side that told him so often in the last day that there was no hope. No hope of escape, no hope of life, no hope of rescue...no hope. It seemed that no matter what the bravest of the company did, or the craziest of the company did, the great beast would not die and she would not give up until all of them were in her stomach. Every wound taken by the fighters, every death endured by the company had failed. The grand spider would not hearken to her own wounds, and death did not seem like a threat to her.

Another scream, and Jeren knew that hope had vanished and that faith had no place in the tunnel.

07-25-2004, 10:54 PM	#101
Aylwen Dreamsong The Melody of Misery Join Date: Aug 2002 Location: The Island of Conclusions (You get there by jumping!)... Posts: 1,147	A cry, a screeching howl unlike any sound Jeren had ever heard before, reverberated through the cavern. The pain of the beast twisted its way into Jeren's ears, then harshly hammered its way into his skull as if it meant to shatter the skulls of all who heard it. Upon seeing the great spider, Jeren had fled to the darkness, just out of sight while he watched the immediate reactions of the company. The affect of the large creature angered Jeren, and he wondered at his own fear. If I am to die, then I shall die, but it will be with courage. For if I die, I wish for it to be when I have tried my best and failed, not with half a heart and half my strength... Jeren thought this bitterly, drawing his rusted sword and straining through the dying notes of Shelob's cry. Compelled to follow the Raeis, Zuromor, Darash, and Lyshka in their first charge on Shelob, Jeren only fell back and faltered when the spider let out a high-pitched squeal. We need to find a way out...there has to be some way...we cannot just let the spider have her way! The Southron thought madly, with panic about his features and impatience stringing on his last nerves. Looking on as others fought the beast, Jeren felt a coward but thought like a hero. He wanted to advance, he wanted to stab the beast, he wanted to help...but his legs would not move him and his fear had paralyzed his limbs. Doubt coursed through his veins and distrust eminated off his skin, for while his mind had made a decision his body had chosen to ignore it. Why am I so afraid? Jeren wondered. He had led men into battle countless times, fought nameless enemies and guiseless fears. The Southron did not know what made this fear any different. Because you know there is little hope...a side of Jeren answered that had not spoken before, the side that told him so often in the last day that there was no hope. No hope of escape, no hope of life, no hope of rescue...no hope. It seemed that no matter what the bravest of the company did, or the craziest of the company did, the great beast would not die and she would not give up until all of them were in her stomach. Every wound taken by the fighters, every death endured by the company had failed. The grand spider would not hearken to her own wounds, and death did not seem like a threat to her. Another scream, and Jeren knew that hope had vanished and that faith had no place in the tunnel. Last edited by Aylwen Dreamsong; 07-26-2004 at 09:46 AM.