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mark12_30 · 04-16-2004, 09:13 AM

Lînsie walked slowly back to stand beside Oin and Narin, leaving the orc-corpses behind her. Her axe was notched, her arrows were spent, her limbs ached, and the smouldering anger within her was giving way to grief.

The dwarves waited, rumbling. Who would lead them now? What would they do next? Some asked these questions; some gave various answers.

Lînsie didn't care. She wiped her axe on the grass, and tried to wipe the orc-blood off of her armor. Her beard was full of it. With an exclaimation of disgust, she yanked the beard off and flung it behind her toward the field of slain orcs. And then she stepped back beside Narin, and sat down and began to weep.

04-16-2004, 09:13 AM	#11
mark12_30 Stormdancer of Doom Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: Elvish singing is not a thing to miss, in June under the stars Posts: 4,349	Lînsie Lînsie walked slowly back to stand beside Oin and Narin, leaving the orc-corpses behind her. Her axe was notched, her arrows were spent, her limbs ached, and the smouldering anger within her was giving way to grief. The dwarves waited, rumbling. Who would lead them now? What would they do next? Some asked these questions; some gave various answers. Lînsie didn't care. She wiped her axe on the grass, and tried to wipe the orc-blood off of her armor. Her beard was full of it. With an exclaimation of disgust, she yanked the beard off and flung it behind her toward the field of slain orcs. And then she stepped back beside Narin, and sat down and began to weep.