Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[The Perky Ent]

Phervasaion's post

Paladir, along with Hanindur walked off to the right as the group split. The place was dark and foul, and Paladir new that something was not right but he followed Arathorn’s orders and carried on walking into the darkness. As they walked forward they definitely felt a presence before them, and an evil one at that, evil and powerful. Paladir stopped, thinking he had seen something, and as he gave his eyes time to focus there was a towering dark figure in front of them, yet it remained still.

“Is… Is that a statue? Or worse?” Hanindur said, edging slowly towards the dark shape. He rose his torch up towards the shadows face and suddenly, its eyes opened and a red fire beamed from them.

“Hanindur move!!” Paladir cried as the beast raised its hand to swipe the Ranger, but Paladir charged and shoved Hanindur out of the monster’s grasp and instead Paladir himself was taken by the monster. The great being began to squeeze the life from Paladir, and its grasp was so tight that he didn’t think he was going to make it, but he kept trying to fight his way out from the monster’s hand. The beast began to loosen his grip, but, even though Paladir could now breath again, he new this was not good. It threw him into the air and then opened his wide gaping mouth, revealing long sharp teeth, as sharp as a sword, and Paladir landed right on top of them. His left leg and the lower part of his stomach were now impaled on the fell beast’s teeth and Paladir new that even if he survived this encounter with no more wounds, it would only be a matter of time before he died.

This is it, he thought, but suddenly he heard a whizzing noise, and straight away he new the noise was an Elvish bow… Elladan’s bow. The beast tossed Paladir to the side like a piece of rag, and he landed with a thud on the hard ground. At first Paladir could hardly move as his legs were totally disabled, but his upper body was still in tact and the Ranger would never give up. Elladan ran to Paladir to check if he was still alive and to his astonishment he was, he looked up and noticed a wound on Elladan’s right shoulder and yet he still continued to fight, firing arrows at the dark fiend, but all they did was bounce of his hard, scaly skin, causing no real damage.

Paladir glanced to his left and through his blurry vision he managed to count all of the remaining company, five there were, but he knew that it may not be enough, as skilled as they are, to defeat a being of this power. The injured Ranger then looked to his right and saw his sword lying on the ground. The light was reflecting off the weapon, light from the men’s torches. Paladir mustered all his strength and began to crawl, slowly but surely, to his gleaming sword. He stretched out his right arm and grasped the hilt tightly and brought the sword into his possession and as he grasped it he said to himself, “We’re not finished yet beast!” He looked down at his legs which were now covered in blood, yet he began to feel life flow through them again, and with a great struggle he started to pick himself up off the floor.

[The Perky Ent]

In anger of what had just happened, all the men charged at the fell beast, who wan on the ground for the moment. In the lead was Arathorn, his sword clasped in his hands. Approaching the Fell Beast, Arathorn aimed right above the left wing and swung. It made a small cut that ran across the wing, but it didn't remove it. Upon the attack, the Fell Beast screamed in pain, and with it's tail, wacked Arathorn across the room. Arathorn tried to get up, but the pain was too unbearable. Seeing what had happened, the other men charged faster. Just as they approached, the Fell Beast became airborn. "It's up to us for now" Elladan said, pulling a arrow out of his quiver.

Many arrows fired at the Fell Beast, but it would not come down. It was highly resisting. "Aim for the head!" Arathorn shouted from a distance. Taking his advice, Elrohir fired at the head, and brought the fell beast down. "Our turn!" Owacyn said to Hanindur, as they both ran up to the beast and confronted. Owacyn ran for the feet, grabbed his sword, and swung. Swiftly, theh Fell Beast's right leg came off. Hanindur, in the other direction, went for the tail, and with three sharp swipes, detatched it from the beast. Writhing in pain, the Fell Beast rose into the air again, flying madly across the air. "Bring it down!" Arathorn said, pointing to the Beast's eyes. Elladan and Elrohir both fired, but missed. Only one arrow hit, but it landed in the stomach, a place not likely to bring down such a beast. Suddenly, as Arathorn looked up at the men, he saw Paladir with them. He was about to do something crazy.

[The Perky Ent]

Phervasaion's post


“Hold!” Said a voice from behind the monster, and everyone turned, including the fell beast, to see Paladir limping towards the beast while using his sword as walking stick, he looked as if he was an old man but his voice was still loud and clear.

“Listen to me Demon!!” He began. “You may have injured me, but you haven’t beaten me! And even though my legs are now almost useless, I only need my arms and hands to wield my blade! And if I wield it!! Then I remain undefeated!!!” His voice began to grow even louder and stronger. “So hear me! Let us finish the fight we started!!!”

The fell beast just stared for a minute, but then a great evil smile came across his face, the smile was a smile of acceptance. He rose his hand to hit and finally kill Paladir, but to his surprise Paladir dodged his blow, and countered his attack with three heavy hit’s to the monster’s leg, and only with the third did Paladir manage pierce his skin. The beast backed away but came back with full force, and the battle between Paladir and the Fell Beast went on for some time, with Paladir amazingly dodging his swings and then coming back with heavy blows. But, it was only a matter of time until Paladir faltered, his legs gave way and he was flung to the other side of the room where the fell beast planned to finish him. With three large stomping strides the beast reached Paladir and raised his hand, but the Ranger was still not finished as he jumped to his feet and drove his sword through the monster’s neck. It swayed slightly, and with a crash he fell against the wall, creating a large whole and an escape for the company. The fight was finally over.

“Now… now you can escape,” said Paladir, pointing to the huge hole in the wall. “The way is open,” his voice became weaker and quieter. The men and the remaining Elf brother’s ran over but there was nothing they could do for Paladir now. Blood was seeping from his wounds, and Paladir was too weak to carry on. The injured Ranger fell to his knees and took his last breath.

“At least… I’m going to a better place, Hanindur.” Paladir gave a weak smile and then fell to the ground,

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Owacyn winced as he saw Paladir go limp, a tear escaped from his eyes, but he swiftly wiped it, trying his hardest to make it look like it was to get rid of dust. Drawing his sword slowly his thoughts strayed to Gondor and his wife and unborn child. Slowly and painfully he snapped them back to the present. Arathorn rested an arm on his shoulder. "Owacyn, there will be a time to grieve, but the time is not now...we must get through this, we have to, for the sakes of our children, and for children to come we must survive." Owacyn looked at Arathorn and tried to give a smile, but it came out as a twisted smile with a nervous twitch at the side.

Elladan and Elrohir joined them looking up the stairs. Hanindur slowly joined them as well. Owacyn looked around the company. Nine reduced to five in what seemed like hardly any time at all. Hanindur slowly and quietly said "We should commit Paladir to the waters, not just leave him here to rot in this hole."

[The Perky Ent]

"We cannot linger! There will be a time to bury the dead, but it is not now. Every second we wait, more orcs will prepare. We must go!" Arathorn said to Owacyn, running through the hole. A small stair went down into the depths, which the men followed. Beyond that was a small tunnel reaching beyond the darkness. "It seems we've found a secret tunnel of some king! This must be how they built it. Using these tunnels. They must lead to an exit! Let's go!" Arathorn said, running into darkness. "Is there no other way?" Elladan said. "The air smells foul" "We have two choices! We can either take the tunnel and stand a chance to escape, or we can stay in the tunnel and wait for them to find us." Arathorn said, grabbing his sword as he ran.

For what seemed like hours they ran through the darkness without sing of an exit. The tunnel and Paladir's body were now far out of sight, and the world seemed like pure darkness. The men couldn't even see where they were going, as their torches were put out by a leak in the tunnel a while back. "Now I know what it feels like in the void!" Elrohir said. "It truly is a punishment worthy of someone like Morgoth." Elladan said. For the next half hour, they ran, until they began slowing down. "This is useless, Arathorn! I'd rather be back in the tunnel, than lost and dead here. There's even a chance we're running back in the wrong direction!" Owacyn said, giving Arathorn a hard look. "Just a bit more" Arathorn said, though his mind was slowly agreeing with Owacyn.

An hour later, they saw light. It was beautiful. A beacon of hope. It gave hope to them. At the end of the tunnel, there was a ten foot drop into a bright, large room. With the exception for a large stair running up, the room seemed empty "This is our exit! Surely! " Hanindur said, jumping out of the tunnel. "Freedom" Arathorn said. "Look!" Elrohir said, running up a crack in the floor. Elrohir quickly broke the floor, revealing an enormous stash of weapons. "This must be a hidden armoury!" "Let's get some weapons and get out of here!" Arathorn said, grabbing beautifully crafted swords. After gathering a large amount of weapons, the men went up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs was a large dining room. Four long tables stretched hundreds of feet across the room. On each side of the room was an open exit. One, it seemed, went to a lounge. The other, went to the main hall. "We're saved!" the men said, running out to the hall. "Not yet!" Arathorn said, for guarding the large wooden doors were a small group of orcs. "Them the ones that got us at the bridge! Kill em!"

[Eowyn Skywalker]

The sight of the orcs made Hanindur furious. He was already stuck hard enough by Paladir's death-- the death he had died in order to save him, and now just the idea of the creatures of the enemies who had caused all of those deaths caused a flame within him to light up. He was yet tired-- exhaustion showed on all of thier faces, though perhaps more distant with the elves that remained, but the thought of those orcs drew all feeling of tiredness away.

The light that signified some level of hope for them glistened on his blade as he drew it-- the small amount of orcs that had attacked them at the bridge noticed him there. Hanindur dashed at them, a blind attack from his anger, and frusteration at the seeming lack of things they could do. Only five of them now remained-- himself, Arathorn, Owacyn, and the two sons of Elrond. Whether that would be all that would remain after this, Hanindur did not know. All he knew was that if he was going to die then, he would die in battle.

[astarielle]

As Elladan emerged from the tunnel he felt the heavy grim darkness fly from him that had been weighing him down for so long. He felt a great sense of relief as they entered a dimly lit room. But as soon as it had left was the feeling renewed as orcs guarded the heavy doors.

Instinct took over as he drew his bow, his arrows had now become few as their company had done. But arrows, no matter how few can still accomplish great things. That was what he thought as he fired an arrow at an orc charging their way. Hanindur had drawn his sword and was charging with fury at the orcs, the death of their companions weighing heavily on his mind. Without being told the rest of the company followed suit, they had accomplished greater deeds than killing these few orcs.

The pain in his shoulder was immense as Elladan parried with and orc for what seemed like an age before finally over coming it and slicing of its head in one swing. Every time an orc fell it grew harder to continue to fight, for every man and elf that had been through so much yet knew there was more to come. After dispatching another orc to join the ranks of the dead, Elladan whirled around to check all were still alive when a light coming from his stairs caught and held his eye. "Orcs!" he shouted, "from the stair, we must get out of here...quickly!"

With new found strength they faught on, faught on for their lives.