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Arry · 09-24-2004, 06:32 PM

Carandû

From his vantage point, Carandû looked on in horror at the quick and deadly turn of events. His first thought was for his brother, and he cursed the decision that made him stay apart from him. But Annû looked to be alright for the moment – he was still on safe footing and Carandû saw he’d readied his bow and had begun to fire at the advancing Corsairs, taking down a number of those foolish enough not to retreat. The Elven archers were too few though. The Corsairs pushed on. Carandu, whose position was to the side and slightly behind the Corsairs, began firing his own bow at the Southron line. Many of his arrows buried themselves in the backs and thighs of the attackers. A few volleys and then he ran toward the battle, his sword in hand

As he ran, he saw his brother sling his bow on his back and draw forth his ironwood club. It had been a long, long time since the brothers had engaged in any battles. But the skills of war, once learned and then applied, come readily back to the warrior. His thoughts narrowed down to the foe before him; his sword arm recalled the patterns of feint, and slice, and thrust.

Carandû’s one wish was to be at his brother’s side. He would kill without regret those who stood in his way.

09-24-2004, 06:32 PM	#13
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	Carandû From his vantage point, Carandû looked on in horror at the quick and deadly turn of events. His first thought was for his brother, and he cursed the decision that made him stay apart from him. But Annû looked to be alright for the moment – he was still on safe footing and Carandû saw he’d readied his bow and had begun to fire at the advancing Corsairs, taking down a number of those foolish enough not to retreat. The Elven archers were too few though. The Corsairs pushed on. Carandu, whose position was to the side and slightly behind the Corsairs, began firing his own bow at the Southron line. Many of his arrows buried themselves in the backs and thighs of the attackers. A few volleys and then he ran toward the battle, his sword in hand As he ran, he saw his brother sling his bow on his back and draw forth his ironwood club. It had been a long, long time since the brothers had engaged in any battles. But the skills of war, once learned and then applied, come readily back to the warrior. His thoughts narrowed down to the foe before him; his sword arm recalled the patterns of feint, and slice, and thrust. Carandû’s one wish was to be at his brother’s side. He would kill without regret those who stood in his way. Last edited by Arry; 09-24-2004 at 09:56 PM.