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dragoneyes · 02-11-2003, 12:05 PM

Skaibad eyed the Easterlings suspiciously as they talked among each other. That fool, Findorak, was always getting in his way. There were now two Easterlings guarding the prisoner leaving Skaibad with no choice but to leave the prisoner alone, for now.

He walked to the second cave and watched as Findorak wlked past. He drew his sword in frustration, thinking how one day he might be able to stick into one of those interferring Easterlings. Instead, he struck the rock with it, sending sparks flying and sound echoing into the depths of the cave.

He sheathed his sword again and sat down. He pulled out a lump of bread and bit into it, bland, as bread always was. What he needed was some meat, something like man-flesh, he remebered the first time he tasted it and a grim smile came to his face; that man had left him with a sweet taste in his mouth and a good sword in his hand, a sword that he still carried. He wondered if these eaterlings would taste that good, that would give him his revenge. He knew he couldn't though, he'd be cut to shreds before he got anywhere near one of them with a sword. But that Findorak was still really getting on his nerves, he needed to be taught a lesson about who was in charge.

[ February 11, 2003: Message edited by: dragoneyes ]

02-11-2003, 12:05 PM	#11
dragoneyes Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Completely lost track, sorry! Posts: 733	Skaibad eyed the Easterlings suspiciously as they talked among each other. That fool, Findorak, was always getting in his way. There were now two Easterlings guarding the prisoner leaving Skaibad with no choice but to leave the prisoner alone, for now. He walked to the second cave and watched as Findorak wlked past. He drew his sword in frustration, thinking how one day he might be able to stick into one of those interferring Easterlings. Instead, he struck the rock with it, sending sparks flying and sound echoing into the depths of the cave. He sheathed his sword again and sat down. He pulled out a lump of bread and bit into it, bland, as bread always was. What he needed was some meat, something like man-flesh, he remebered the first time he tasted it and a grim smile came to his face; that man had left him with a sweet taste in his mouth and a good sword in his hand, a sword that he still carried. He wondered if these eaterlings would taste that good, that would give him his revenge. He knew he couldn't though, he'd be cut to shreds before he got anywhere near one of them with a sword. But that Findorak was still really getting on his nerves, he needed to be taught a lesson about who was in charge. [ February 11, 2003: Message edited by: dragoneyes ] __________________ "We might succeed in roasting Pippin alive inside." - Frodo.