Bloodstained Elanor RPG

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

The jolt of the cart woke Lomarandil. Opening one eye slowly he saw Gashronk staggering, blood pouring from a wound in his chest. Reaching down slowly for his knife that lay on the cart bottom he muttered to himself, such careless fools orcs are...taking hold of the hilt he twirled it around in his bound hands and sliced upwards, cutting his bonds. Luckily for him the orcs had broken the arrow shaft...and by the looks of it had tried to stop him dying...ransomed, was the first thought that came into his mind. Smiling he stood up slowly. Gashronk was staggering to the cart with his sword, probably to try and kill him. With a huge cry Lomarandil threw the knife with his remaining strength, it embedded itself in Gashronk's neck, the orc gurgled for a second, then collapsed.

Lomarandil stepped onto the ground hesitantly, then walked up to Gashronk, turning the huge body over he saw the orc was still alive, but would die in seconds. "Elf!" the orc tried to say, but all that came out of his ruined windpipe was a gurgle. Lomarandil took hold of the knife's hilt, and wrenched the razor sharp balde right round Gashronk's neck, cutting through the spine. Lomarandil held the head up, before throwing it into the bushes near Snikdul...

Looking at the corpse, he saw a flash of gold and reached for it, the pendant of his dead wife came out in his hands and he put it back around his neck, giving the body a final kick, which jolted something out of a pocket. Looking closely Lomarandil saw that is was his cloak pin. Smiling he retrieved his cloak from the cart and repinned it. Walking over to Thorvel he whispered in his ear. "Thank you." before turning away.