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Cimmerian · 12-04-2002, 07:09 AM

Harolas was the first to reach the awning of the high window, peering in he gasped. With a deft leap, he entered the room flying, his elven longsword in hand. Culloth was still halfway down when the elf threw himself into the horde of orc-like creatures and slimy warg that crowded around the arched doorway of a room that was bathed in bright arcane light.

The elf archer's skill with the blade had often been over-shadowed by his prowess with the bow, but he showed both friend and foe that he could match even the most skilled of swordsmen. Harolas' elven blade weaved like silvered lighting as he cut and hacked a path through the slimy hordes of orcs and warg. His keen senses told him that Elwyn and the others, even Elanor were in the room these filth guarded and he meant to get in there even if he had to plough his way through all the forces of Mordor.

Culloth had just managed to reach the sill of the window when a screaming mass of orc flesh flew out, nearly taking her down wth it. She stared in awe at the elf prince of Mirkwood in savage glory and she smiled, a vicious cold smile that did not extend to her eyes. Vaulting into the room, Culloth landed on top of writhing bodies of orcs, with sword and dagger in each hand.

With a gleam of savage fury in her wild eyes, the Gondorian shieldmaiden launched herself into the blood bath that played all around.

Meanwhile Bulvard was yet to break free of his arcane manacles when he heard the commotion coming from outside the room where they were held captive. His tired eyes saw Elwyn break free of her bonds, he smiled weakly, and renewed his fight against his. The two women who had fallen free earlier were now at the mercy of the orcs and wargs that hovered around. Bulvard fought desperately trying to get free, his broadsword lay just a few hand lengths away. If only he could break free...

12-04-2002, 07:09 AM	#35
Cimmerian Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aquilonia Posts: 382	Harolas was the first to reach the awning of the high window, peering in he gasped. With a deft leap, he entered the room flying, his elven longsword in hand. Culloth was still halfway down when the elf threw himself into the horde of orc-like creatures and slimy warg that crowded around the arched doorway of a room that was bathed in bright arcane light. The elf archer's skill with the blade had often been over-shadowed by his prowess with the bow, but he showed both friend and foe that he could match even the most skilled of swordsmen. Harolas' elven blade weaved like silvered lighting as he cut and hacked a path through the slimy hordes of orcs and warg. His keen senses told him that Elwyn and the others, even Elanor were in the room these filth guarded and he meant to get in there even if he had to plough his way through all the forces of Mordor. Culloth had just managed to reach the sill of the window when a screaming mass of orc flesh flew out, nearly taking her down wth it. She stared in awe at the elf prince of Mirkwood in savage glory and she smiled, a vicious cold smile that did not extend to her eyes. Vaulting into the room, Culloth landed on top of writhing bodies of orcs, with sword and dagger in each hand. With a gleam of savage fury in her wild eyes, the Gondorian shieldmaiden launched herself into the blood bath that played all around. Meanwhile Bulvard was yet to break free of his arcane manacles when he heard the commotion coming from outside the room where they were held captive. His tired eyes saw Elwyn break free of her bonds, he smiled weakly, and renewed his fight against his. The two women who had fallen free earlier were now at the mercy of the orcs and wargs that hovered around. Bulvard fought desperately trying to get free, his broadsword lay just a few hand lengths away. If only he could break free... __________________ IN STEEL I TRUST, BY CROM!