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SteadfastSam · 09-13-2001, 02:31 PM

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Re: ROHAN RPG

Ulfwine fought with the ferocity of a tiger guarding its young, knowing the fallen Rider may be his only hope to freedom. Time and again he felled a fierce Dunlending intent on the death of the Rider. His mind flashed to the lessons in fighting his father had taught him, years ago. "Never lower your gaurd, stay on the defensive!" His father had told him. "Too many times have I seen determined attacker foiled by their own eagerness!" Ulfwine silently thanked his father, and ran through a final attacker. He looked around; it appeared that more riders had entered the fray.

The Dunlendings, confused and unaware of the size of this new force, had fallen back momentarily. Ulfwine dropped to his knee and examined the Rider. He was alive, though unconsious, and bleeding heavily from the head. Ulfwine quickly bound up the wound to his head with a strip of cloth torn from a tunic of a fallen dunlending, and turned to look for the other Riders. The Dunlending would soon alert the camp, and return in a horde. Retreat was imperative.

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09-13-2001, 02:31 PM	#1
SteadfastSam Seeker of Light Join Date: Jul 2001 Posts: 503	<font face="Verdana"><table><TR><TD><FONT SIZE="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Seeker of Light Posts: 527</TD><TD><img src=http://www.lordoftherings.net/images/ca_sasti.jpg WIDTH=60 HEIGHT=60></TD></TR></TABLE> Re: ROHAN RPG Ulfwine fought with the ferocity of a tiger guarding its young, knowing the fallen Rider may be his only hope to freedom. Time and again he felled a fierce Dunlending intent on the death of the Rider. His mind flashed to the lessons in fighting his father had taught him, years ago. "Never lower your gaurd, stay on the defensive!" His father had told him. "Too many times have I seen determined attacker foiled by their own eagerness!" Ulfwine silently thanked his father, and ran through a final attacker. He looked around; it appeared that more riders had entered the fray. The Dunlendings, confused and unaware of the size of this new force, had fallen back momentarily. Ulfwine dropped to his knee and examined the Rider. He was alive, though unconsious, and bleeding heavily from the head. Ulfwine quickly bound up the wound to his head with a strip of cloth torn from a tunic of a fallen dunlending, and turned to look for the other Riders. The Dunlending would soon alert the camp, and return in a horde. Retreat was imperative. </p>