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Earendil Halfelven · 05-12-2003, 09:28 PM

He lay there wrapped in his dark cloak. Its color made him almost as dark as the night. He watched Wren walk over and relieve Tareth, but still Turthôl did not sleep. Instead, he meditated. His body was relaxed but his mind was alert and refreshed by every passing minute.

He heard a snap somewhere in the dark. His eyes snapped open. His right hand went for his sword while his left went for one of his daggers at his belt. He heard a man's voice in the dark. Turthôl glanced over to where Wren was, and he saw her kneeling on the ground with someone in front of her. Turthôl stood.

Horns sounded in the dark; they were under attack! Men came in from the surrounding darkness. Turthôl tried to make his way to Wren but a shadow blocked his way.

"ARISE! ARISE AND DEFEND YOURSELVES!" Turthôl cried. The man in front of him didn't come far. Turthôl bent over the body and yanked the dagger out that he had thrown. Another man came behind him. He turned and blocked the man's sword with his own. With his left hand, he slashed the man in his neck, piercing the major artery. Blood shot out in a steady stream, hitting Turthôl in the face. He didn't care. Let it be a warning to those who get in my way! he thought. He had been fighting back to back with Rangar, but Rangar was no longer there. He kept fighting.

Suddenly, his memory flashed back to that night, many years ago..."Arise! Arise and defend yourselves!" he cried. The orcs swarmed in from all over... He swung upward, slashing another man's stomach, the bowels spilling out. The man cried and staggered onto the ground. Turthôl finished him off, and turned for another one to kill.
Many of his companions were cut down; orcs were desecrating the bodies. Sartir stood there, laughing...

Another man charged forward. Turthôl laughed outloud into the dark. This man's confidence was amusing to him. Turthôl picked up a branch and stirred the dying campfire to life. It blazed and the coals caught the branch on fire. He swung his sword down to the left, knocking the man's own weapon to the ground. Turthôl swung the branch into the man's face. The man screamed; the fire blinded him in the eyes. He staggered and fell. Turthôl laughed again. He would save this man for last. "Sartir...Sartir, help us! He looked around. He felt the crusted blood on his face. Sartir laughed at him. "Turthôl, you are a fool!"

Another man died at Turthôl's sword. "Sartir, what are you doing?" Turthôl cried. His companions were falling. Sartir laughed and shot an arrow, hitting Turthôl in the leg. The fight was almost over. He couldn't tell what the outcome was or who was left or not. He saw Tareth guarding Bregand. Turthôl ran over to the two. As he reached Tareth, Tareth's sword came up in defence. Turthôl raised his hands, "Tareth, it's ok. Its Turthôl."

"Oh, then you must be wounded. Your face is covered in blood. I'll call Carmilita!" Tareth said.

"No need, its not mine." Turthôl replied.

After seeing that Bregand was alright, Turthôl sought for any remaining enemies. The sun was barely rising, and its light was welcome to the company. The fog had dissapated.

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He stood above the man he had blinded.

"Tell us who sent you!" Turthôl yelled.

"Never! You will have to kill me," the man replied. He groveled on the ground, blind.

"With pleasure..." Turthôl said. He raised his sword to behead the prisoner.

"Turthôl, No!" It was Rangar. Enien and Calimir came up behind him.

"we need to question him to find out what he knows," Enien said.

Turthôl looked at the pathetic excuse of a man groveling on the ground, defenseless.

"What are the causalties?" Turthôl asked.

"We don't know yet. Bregand will be fine, but we are still searching for the others. Some are not accounted for, including Wren." Calamir replied.

"We need to spare this man," Rangar replied.

"And what are we supposed to do? Take him with us? Look at him, pathetic. He will serve no purpose. He knows that we probably won't kill him, so he will not tell us anything." Turthôl argued.

"Still, have mercy..." Calamir replied.

"Yes, please, have mercy upon me. Spare me, please..." the man begged.

The orcs bound his hands tightly. Four other companions were captured...the rest were dead. Sartir had betrayed them. Sartir had bandaged Turthôl's wounded leg, and he had asked him why. "So that you are strong enough to be tortured longer," Sartir snickered. Turthôl had spat in his face. He was going to track down Sartir...he was going to escape...and he was going to kill Sartir for what he had done...he was going to have his revenge.

Turthôl looked Calimir in the eyes, then Enien, and then Rangar. He saw the look of horror on their faces at Turthôl's appearance: the dried blood of another man all over his face. The look on their faces became even worse as Turthôl turnned and plunged his sword through the man. He kept forcing it down until he felt it pierce the ground beneath. He kept going until the hilt was a foot above the ground.

Calimir gasped. Enien turned away. Rangar just stood there.

"Excuse me while I clean myself off," Turthôl growled. He turned and walked off.

"We need to talk." They walked away from the company as Rangar related all of what had happened while Turthol and the other were scouting. "And you have no idea." "None." Said Rangar bluntly. That was the worst feeling. He felt just as he had that day on the hill; Numb, disbeileaving. "Well, we'll just have to try and outrun them until we get to Rohan." "Yeah" Said Rangar, and then as if to avoid the topic he looked back towards where the others were.

Suddenly, "Turthol?" Said Rangar in a panicked voice.

"Yes"

"Where's Wren?"

" I dunno, you don't think,"

Rangar cried. "Rave, Calmir, Tareth. Come with me and Turthol. I think they have Wren."

Sartir lay dead in the room that he had rented. Sartir was surprised...it had been one year since Turthôl was captured...one year since his remaining companions were tortured to death by orcs...it had been one year since he had escaped...it had been one year, but he had his revenge.

[ May 12, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ]

05-12-2003, 09:28 PM	#90
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	He lay there wrapped in his dark cloak. Its color made him almost as dark as the night. He watched Wren walk over and relieve Tareth, but still Turthôl did not sleep. Instead, he meditated. His body was relaxed but his mind was alert and refreshed by every passing minute. He heard a snap somewhere in the dark. His eyes snapped open. His right hand went for his sword while his left went for one of his daggers at his belt. He heard a man's voice in the dark. Turthôl glanced over to where Wren was, and he saw her kneeling on the ground with someone in front of her. Turthôl stood. Horns sounded in the dark; they were under attack! Men came in from the surrounding darkness. Turthôl tried to make his way to Wren but a shadow blocked his way. "ARISE! ARISE AND DEFEND YOURSELVES!" Turthôl cried. The man in front of him didn't come far. Turthôl bent over the body and yanked the dagger out that he had thrown. Another man came behind him. He turned and blocked the man's sword with his own. With his left hand, he slashed the man in his neck, piercing the major artery. Blood shot out in a steady stream, hitting Turthôl in the face. He didn't care. Let it be a warning to those who get in my way! he thought. He had been fighting back to back with Rangar, but Rangar was no longer there. He kept fighting. Suddenly, his memory flashed back to that night, many years ago..."Arise! Arise and defend yourselves!" he cried. The orcs swarmed in from all over... He swung upward, slashing another man's stomach, the bowels spilling out. The man cried and staggered onto the ground. Turthôl finished him off, and turned for another one to kill. Many of his companions were cut down; orcs were desecrating the bodies. Sartir stood there, laughing... Another man charged forward. Turthôl laughed outloud into the dark. This man's confidence was amusing to him. Turthôl picked up a branch and stirred the dying campfire to life. It blazed and the coals caught the branch on fire. He swung his sword down to the left, knocking the man's own weapon to the ground. Turthôl swung the branch into the man's face. The man screamed; the fire blinded him in the eyes. He staggered and fell. Turthôl laughed again. He would save this man for last. "Sartir...Sartir, help us! He looked around. He felt the crusted blood on his face. Sartir laughed at him. "Turthôl, you are a fool!" Another man died at Turthôl's sword. "Sartir, what are you doing?" Turthôl cried. His companions were falling. Sartir laughed and shot an arrow, hitting Turthôl in the leg. The fight was almost over. He couldn't tell what the outcome was or who was left or not. He saw Tareth guarding Bregand. Turthôl ran over to the two. As he reached Tareth, Tareth's sword came up in defence. Turthôl raised his hands, "Tareth, it's ok. Its Turthôl." "Oh, then you must be wounded. Your face is covered in blood. I'll call Carmilita!" Tareth said. "No need, its not mine." Turthôl replied. After seeing that Bregand was alright, Turthôl sought for any remaining enemies. The sun was barely rising, and its light was welcome to the company. The fog had dissapated. ____________________________________________ He stood above the man he had blinded. "Tell us who sent you!" Turthôl yelled. "Never! You will have to kill me," the man replied. He groveled on the ground, blind. "With pleasure..." Turthôl said. He raised his sword to behead the prisoner. "Turthôl, No!" It was Rangar. Enien and Calimir came up behind him. "we need to question him to find out what he knows," Enien said. Turthôl looked at the pathetic excuse of a man groveling on the ground, defenseless. "What are the causalties?" Turthôl asked. "We don't know yet. Bregand will be fine, but we are still searching for the others. Some are not accounted for, including Wren." Calamir replied. "We need to spare this man," Rangar replied. "And what are we supposed to do? Take him with us? Look at him, pathetic. He will serve no purpose. He knows that we probably won't kill him, so he will not tell us anything." Turthôl argued. "Still, have mercy..." Calamir replied. "Yes, please, have mercy upon me. Spare me, please..." the man begged. The orcs bound his hands tightly. Four other companions were captured...the rest were dead. Sartir had betrayed them. Sartir had bandaged Turthôl's wounded leg, and he had asked him why. "So that you are strong enough to be tortured longer," Sartir snickered. Turthôl had spat in his face. He was going to track down Sartir...he was going to escape...and he was going to kill Sartir for what he had done...he was going to have his revenge. Turthôl looked Calimir in the eyes, then Enien, and then Rangar. He saw the look of horror on their faces at Turthôl's appearance: the dried blood of another man all over his face. The look on their faces became even worse as Turthôl turnned and plunged his sword through the man. He kept forcing it down until he felt it pierce the ground beneath. He kept going until the hilt was a foot above the ground. Calimir gasped. Enien turned away. Rangar just stood there. "Excuse me while I clean myself off," Turthôl growled. He turned and walked off. "We need to talk." They walked away from the company as Rangar related all of what had happened while Turthol and the other were scouting. "And you have no idea." "None." Said Rangar bluntly. That was the worst feeling. He felt just as he had that day on the hill; Numb, disbeileaving. "Well, we'll just have to try and outrun them until we get to Rohan." "Yeah" Said Rangar, and then as if to avoid the topic he looked back towards where the others were. Suddenly, "Turthol?" Said Rangar in a panicked voice. "Yes" "Where's Wren?" " I dunno, you don't think," Rangar cried. "Rave, Calmir, Tareth. Come with me and Turthol. I think they have Wren." Sartir lay dead in the room that he had rented. Sartir was surprised...it had been one year since Turthôl was captured...one year since his remaining companions were tortured to death by orcs...it had been one year since he had escaped...it had been one year, but he had his revenge. [ May 12, 2003: Message edited by: Earendil Halfelven ] __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.