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Old 06-28-2010, 03:50 PM   #12
Durelin
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Durelin is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.Durelin is battling Black Riders on Weathertop.
They approached the Easterling's home without much trouble; few wished to exchange word with what seemed to be the captain and his guards in full array. Of course, it was an odd scene, bringing both his slave children and his guards with him. But it seemed plenty had seen him with those slaves before, and how a captain commanded his men was up to him. Besides, it was a strange day to begin with. No one was interested in what this captain was up to on a festival day.

It had not been Regnár's choice to bring the slave children, but he had no chance to argue. They claimed to be Gondorian, and they were of paler complexion certainly than their master. But two children along, as well as an old woman...if they needed to be left behind he would not hesitate to do so. And Regnár was not going to waste time trying to protect them or spare them. Either they would all make it out, or he would bring as many Easterlings down with him as he could. If the weaker of the party were able to escape because of it, so be it. But he would not give into any demands in order to protect them.

Things were going better than Regnár had anticipated. He had put most of his hopes simply in making it to the barracks and taking some of the men there down with him, including this Artamir. But now they were walking the streets unchallenged, and would get supplies, and...they would see if they could make it outside the city. Then...maybe home was a possibility, after all.

Regnár's heart pounded a little faster when the fat neighbor approached them. He watched both the Easterlings closely, standing as close to Artamir as he could without bringing up questions of 'respect for a superior.' If the Easterling captain made one out of place gesture or comment to alert his neighbor, Regnár would kill them both without hesitation.

The neighbor told the 'guards' and slave children quite a bit about the captain; even in his focus on maintaining control of the situation, Regnár noted how this fat man had an awful lot to say that should not really be said in front of anyone but one's closest family. It seemed ages before the man shut up.

Once they were inside, Regnár threw off his helm and drew the sword at his side as he watched Artamir. The Easterling gave instructions to the slave girl, and the Gondorian narrowed his eyes in suspicion. "Those children better not be out of my sight for more than a minute," he snarled.

The Easterling captain turned on them and began to speak, as if he were perhaps lecturing a group of students. He exuded arrogance. Regnár could not believe his tone, his insults, and his statement about 'swaying' him. Was this man mad? A mad fool. They were here because he was a coward, who would rather live than see to it that the slaves he captured were not permitted a chance at freedom.

"It is not a matter of swaying you, Easterling, but whether you do what I tell you or I kill you," he barked.

Then the creature of a man turned to Regnár and addressed him specifically. He caused bloodshed? He? A man of Gondor, who fought to defend his people from the malice and cruelty of Sauron and his minions, such as these Easterling creatures; who had fought to end the bloodshed. No servant of Sauron ceased to be a threat to all. And as soon as he escaped here...if he escaped...he would be back with an army to raze this city to the ground, erasing its history of evil and its degenerate customs.

This Easterling was no man; his blood was not worth much. And he had just shown them that he was of no more use. Regnár charged at the man with his blade, poised to strike at his chest, stomach, and then perhaps take a little extra time to sever the man's head. If these Easterling blades were strong enough to manage that.
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