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Imladris · 05-10-2004, 01:37 PM

Jinan clambered to his feet, wheezing for breath. The Gondorian had escaped. Escaped. Under his watch no less. He had let the Gondorian escaped, but who could have expected so much fiery spirit in his broken frame?

Jinan snorted and stormed out of the tent. The Haradrim soldiers (the sheepherders as the Gondorian had aptly named them) were still fumbling for their arms and shooting arrows at the lingering cloud of dust. "Stop wasting your arrows, men!" he shouted. "The dust is not a living creature that will swallow you alive. Because of your incompetence, they have gotten away. I hope that you are pleased with yourselves," he snapped.

In the distance, the lieutnant, his horse rearing upon its hind legs called, "Rally your men! We march straightway to the Poros settlement!"

A thing that should have been done long ago. Jinan thought as he marshalled his farmers. It was not good to let an enemy know of your presence, nor was it good to let your numbers known to them.

Novnarwen · 05-11-2004, 10:57 AM

The rumour of the Gondorian Soldier's escape spread like an autumn wind. Soon, the soldiers were arguing about whose fault it was, and the bickering carried on to endless discussions. Few dared to withdraw from the aggressive conversations, as there weren't many who claimed their complete innocence. According to some (probably those who felt the most guilty for the inconvenient escape), the responsibility for a prisoner taken by the army, was everyone's responsibility. However, as Jinan ordered them to be silent and that the Poros Settlement could no longer wait, quite a few turned their attention to the future attack. Only a few minutes later though, the young Haradrim soldier heard that the jabbering and the foul words hadn't stopped, nevertheless. Frôzhal, on the other hand, found himself wandering about, with a grin on his face, playing completely ignorant about the incident. No one questioned his merry spirit.

The soldier was actually relieved. Everything seemed to suddenly go so smoothly. The prisoner had escaped and Erfâzh hadn't made contact with Jinan again, or at least not from what Frôzhal had seen.

When realising that his mood could cause suspicion, he tried to suppress his true feelings; he did in fact not approve of the way the prisoner had been treated, while being a captive. This new sense of moral struck him by surprise. Although, he tried reproaching himself for liking how things had developed, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being good; because these thoughts brought no evil with them. He wanted to feel this way more often, but it was stupid. It was actually impossible in the environment of which he lived in.

If not being good by the appearance of his actions, no one could hinder him to think this way. This was indeed the fabulous thing about thoughts.

Frôzhal's superior ordered their departure. It was time to go, time to destroy a settlement and take innocent lives.

Orual · 05-12-2004, 08:32 PM

As soon as Anhelm arrived at the settlement and had Astalder's wounds seen to, he wasted no time in preparing the settlement for an attack.

The entirety of the settlement's military staff was activated, and some capable young men who were not actually in the military. Anhelm suspected that one or two of the "lads" was actually a lass, but he did not say anything. They needed all the hands they could get.

In the small makeshift armory, Anhelm was getting suited up. As he pulled on his leather gauntlets he listened with half an ear to some older office worker talk at him about the numbers of swords and bows and arrows that the Poros defense had at its disposal. The numbers did not sound good, but the young captain was fairly sure that they could cope.

"Tell Astalder that as soon as he feels up to it, I would like to speak with him," Anhelm said, interrupting the man. The man stammered for a moment, then nodded and darted off.

Anhelm closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "Let me fight well," he said softly. "Let me avenge my father. Let me defend my people.

"And give me the courage to die if need be."

05-11-2004, 10:57 AM	#2
Novnarwen Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2003 Location: In your mouth... Eeeew, by the way. :P Posts: 517	Frôzhal The rumour of the Gondorian Soldier's escape spread like an autumn wind. Soon, the soldiers were arguing about whose fault it was, and the bickering carried on to endless discussions. Few dared to withdraw from the aggressive conversations, as there weren't many who claimed their complete innocence. According to some (probably those who felt the most guilty for the inconvenient escape), the responsibility for a prisoner taken by the army, was everyone's responsibility. However, as Jinan ordered them to be silent and that the Poros Settlement could no longer wait, quite a few turned their attention to the future attack. Only a few minutes later though, the young Haradrim soldier heard that the jabbering and the foul words hadn't stopped, nevertheless. Frôzhal, on the other hand, found himself wandering about, with a grin on his face, playing completely ignorant about the incident. No one questioned his merry spirit. The soldier was actually relieved. Everything seemed to suddenly go so smoothly. The prisoner had escaped and Erfâzh hadn't made contact with Jinan again, or at least not from what Frôzhal had seen. When realising that his mood could cause suspicion, he tried to suppress his true feelings; he did in fact not approve of the way the prisoner had been treated, while being a captive. This new sense of moral struck him by surprise. Although, he tried reproaching himself for liking how things had developed, he couldn't shake off the feeling of being good; because these thoughts brought no evil with them. He wanted to feel this way more often, but it was stupid. It was actually impossible in the environment of which he lived in. If not being good by the appearance of his actions, no one could hinder him to think this way. This was indeed the fabulous thing about thoughts. Frôzhal's superior ordered their departure. It was time to go, time to destroy a settlement and take innocent lives. Last edited by Novnarwen; 05-12-2004 at 09:14 AM.

05-12-2004, 08:32 PM	#3
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	At the Poros settlement As soon as Anhelm arrived at the settlement and had Astalder's wounds seen to, he wasted no time in preparing the settlement for an attack. The entirety of the settlement's military staff was activated, and some capable young men who were not actually in the military. Anhelm suspected that one or two of the "lads" was actually a lass, but he did not say anything. They needed all the hands they could get. In the small makeshift armory, Anhelm was getting suited up. As he pulled on his leather gauntlets he listened with half an ear to some older office worker talk at him about the numbers of swords and bows and arrows that the Poros defense had at its disposal. The numbers did not sound good, but the young captain was fairly sure that they could cope. "Tell Astalder that as soon as he feels up to it, I would like to speak with him," Anhelm said, interrupting the man. The man stammered for a moment, then nodded and darted off. Anhelm closed his eyes and took several deep breaths. "Let me fight well," he said softly. "Let me avenge my father. Let me defend my people. "And give me the courage to die if need be."

05-10-2004, 01:37 PM	#1
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Jinan clambered to his feet, wheezing for breath. The Gondorian had escaped. Escaped. Under his watch no less. He had let the Gondorian escaped, but who could have expected so much fiery spirit in his broken frame? Jinan snorted and stormed out of the tent. The Haradrim soldiers (the sheepherders as the Gondorian had aptly named them) were still fumbling for their arms and shooting arrows at the lingering cloud of dust. "Stop wasting your arrows, men!" he shouted. "The dust is not a living creature that will swallow you alive. Because of your incompetence, they have gotten away. I hope that you are pleased with yourselves," he snapped. In the distance, the lieutnant, his horse rearing upon its hind legs called, "Rally your men! We march straightway to the Poros settlement!" A thing that should have been done long ago. Jinan thought as he marshalled his farmers. It was not good to let an enemy know of your presence, nor was it good to let your numbers known to them.