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Himaran · 09-14-2003, 06:00 PM

Pio's post

Had he been able, he would have called back the fatal dart. Too late! It flew true on its grisly path. But now the target of its certain destruction was no longer the intended one.

Fréa had called for the attack to begin. And Hama, true to his calling, as a loyal guardsman of the Mark had responded. Sword held high he had charged toward Brytta.

With growing horror, Archim watched as the knifed flew straight at the man . . .
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Tinuviel's Post:

The knife that thudded into Hama’s chest came as a complete surprise. It was like a dream. He saw it coming, as if time had slowed down to barely a quarter of normal speed. He felt the pain, heard the wet THUNK! as it pierced his leather tunic, skin, and splintered bone. But it was all at one remove. It didn’t feel real.

He fell to the ground, still wrapped in the haze of disbelief. It was only as the stunned face of Brytta came into view that he realized that he wasn’t dreaming. Time resumed its normal pace, and he suddenly felt the knife in his chest. He saw Brytta’s mouth forming words, but comprehension was slow. His body was reacting at a normal speed, but his mind was stunned. Archim’s knife. Aiming for Brytta. It hit Hama instead.

He tried to form words, to ask for water, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. It was like trying to talk around a mouthful of cotton. He coughed blood; the blade had pierced a lung. He kept trying to understand what Brytta was trying to tell him because he thought it must be important. But he was so sleepy, and he just couldn’t remember why it was so important. Brytta’s face started to waver, as Hama’s breaths grew shallower, more forced. He coughed more blood. His breathing was labored.

He tried to ask Brytta to slow down and start from the beginning again, but for some reason, his body refused to obey him. The worried faces of the fugitives began to fade, and Hama closed his eyes.

Just a little rest . . .

[ September 17, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

Himaran · 09-14-2003, 06:01 PM

Dain's Post

Fréa watched in shock as Archim's knife hurtled through the air and found its fatal target. Too stunned to respond, he stood frozen to the spot, legs rivetted and eyes unblinking, unable to move forward or to bring his weapon down on Brytta's head. Fréa stared at the tiny rivulets of blood that were seeping out of Hama's wound and pooling idly on the ground nearby.

Normally, for such a fool mistake, he would have turned upon his brother in a rage and let him know exactly how he felt. But something inside stayed Fréa's mouth. And words did not seem to fit right now. He motioned to his brothers to retreat and pull back towards the horses at the edge of camp.

When he glimpsed Archim stumbling about in the dark, seemingly not knowing where to go, Fréa went over to his brother and steadied him with an arm about his shoulder, and then gave him a lift up onto his mount. There was dead silence as the three brothers turned and hastily rode off. If they were pursued by Brytta's men, Fréa did not see it. All about was silence, as the trio urged their horses forward and disappeared into the night.

[ September 18, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]

Himaran · 09-14-2003, 06:03 PM

It all happened too quickly. The screams of the Forgoils, attacking the camp. Hama, dashing in with his sword at ready, prepared to kill them all. And then the knife, that fatal chunk of metal, hitting the guard of Rohan in the chest. And then it was all over.

Brytta dashed to where Hama had fallen, bending over him. He tried to explain what had happened, but the words did not come out right. Hama seemed to struggle to speak, but then his eyes closed. The noble man had died, and Brytta bent over his form in tears.

Aldwulf stood nearby, sword at ready, moving towards him slowly. "He was a pawn, Brytta, nothing more. They used him, and he suffered in their place." But the words were not of comfort. And Brytta knew that they were true. The Forgoils had disappeared, and it seemed that at last Brytta and his brother were safe. They were free to start a knew life in a knew place, without threat of discovery.

But it did not stop the tears.

[ September 18, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]

piosenniel · 09-18-2003, 04:53 PM

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09-14-2003, 06:00 PM	#121
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Pio's post Had he been able, he would have called back the fatal dart. Too late! It flew true on its grisly path. But now the target of its certain destruction was no longer the intended one. Fréa had called for the attack to begin. And Hama, true to his calling, as a loyal guardsman of the Mark had responded. Sword held high he had charged toward Brytta. With growing horror, Archim watched as the knifed flew straight at the man . . . _____________________________________________ Tinuviel's Post: The knife that thudded into Hama’s chest came as a complete surprise. It was like a dream. He saw it coming, as if time had slowed down to barely a quarter of normal speed. He felt the pain, heard the wet THUNK! as it pierced his leather tunic, skin, and splintered bone. But it was all at one remove. It didn’t feel real. He fell to the ground, still wrapped in the haze of disbelief. It was only as the stunned face of Brytta came into view that he realized that he wasn’t dreaming. Time resumed its normal pace, and he suddenly felt the knife in his chest. He saw Brytta’s mouth forming words, but comprehension was slow. His body was reacting at a normal speed, but his mind was stunned. Archim’s knife. Aiming for Brytta. It hit Hama instead. He tried to form words, to ask for water, but his mouth wouldn’t cooperate. It was like trying to talk around a mouthful of cotton. He coughed blood; the blade had pierced a lung. He kept trying to understand what Brytta was trying to tell him because he thought it must be important. But he was so sleepy, and he just couldn’t remember why it was so important. Brytta’s face started to waver, as Hama’s breaths grew shallower, more forced. He coughed more blood. His breathing was labored. He tried to ask Brytta to slow down and start from the beginning again, but for some reason, his body refused to obey him. The worried faces of the fugitives began to fade, and Hama closed his eyes. Just a little rest . . . [ September 17, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

09-14-2003, 06:01 PM	#122
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	Dain's Post Fréa watched in shock as Archim's knife hurtled through the air and found its fatal target. Too stunned to respond, he stood frozen to the spot, legs rivetted and eyes unblinking, unable to move forward or to bring his weapon down on Brytta's head. Fréa stared at the tiny rivulets of blood that were seeping out of Hama's wound and pooling idly on the ground nearby. Normally, for such a fool mistake, he would have turned upon his brother in a rage and let him know exactly how he felt. But something inside stayed Fréa's mouth. And words did not seem to fit right now. He motioned to his brothers to retreat and pull back towards the horses at the edge of camp. When he glimpsed Archim stumbling about in the dark, seemingly not knowing where to go, Fréa went over to his brother and steadied him with an arm about his shoulder, and then gave him a lift up onto his mount. There was dead silence as the three brothers turned and hastily rode off. If they were pursued by Brytta's men, Fréa did not see it. All about was silence, as the trio urged their horses forward and disappeared into the night. [ September 18, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]

09-14-2003, 06:03 PM	#123
Himaran Ash of Orodruin Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: Thangorodrim Posts: 777	It all happened too quickly. The screams of the Forgoils, attacking the camp. Hama, dashing in with his sword at ready, prepared to kill them all. And then the knife, that fatal chunk of metal, hitting the guard of Rohan in the chest. And then it was all over. Brytta dashed to where Hama had fallen, bending over him. He tried to explain what had happened, but the words did not come out right. Hama seemed to struggle to speak, but then his eyes closed. The noble man had died, and Brytta bent over his form in tears. Aldwulf stood nearby, sword at ready, moving towards him slowly. "He was a pawn, Brytta, nothing more. They used him, and he suffered in their place." But the words were not of comfort. And Brytta knew that they were true. The Forgoils had disappeared, and it seemed that at last Brytta and his brother were safe. They were free to start a knew life in a knew place, without threat of discovery. But it did not stop the tears. [ September 18, 2003: Message edited by: Himaran ]