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Arvedui III · 05-23-2003, 02:12 PM

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Baroden walked into the camp, barking at the guards who were starting to daze off, as Aranthan ran to his side. He was curious to know what had happened to him and Rangar, but Baroden would not say anything.Baroden walked quickly into his tent, followed by the curious Aranthan, who watched as Baroden sat down on the ground and looked up at him, frowning.
"We're going to have to leave quickly, Rangar got away. His companions came just as I was about to finish this for good, I do not want to hurt the others, but if they get in the way..." He trailed off suddenly.

Aranthan looked at him and sighed. "Look, you have gone through much, you do not have to do this anymore, just forget about it."

Baroden stood up quickly and looked at Aranthan sternly. "I cannot forget! I will never forgive him, you know that, and he shall pay! But now we must get moving, I have reason to believe that I was followed! Get the men together, we must be out before the sun has fully risen! I think I know where the others with Rangar are headed, we must get there quickly!" He looked at Aranthan once again before he nodded and left to tell the men.
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A small dust cloud rose as the company made their way out of the downs and unto the Greenway. Rangar felt very heavy and unless at the moment. Those who did not have horse were paired up with those that did, much to Rangar displeasure; For although he liked horses very much, every bump in the road made his ribs sting, and after three hours of unabating turbulence, Rangar was quite ready to test his legs again. Adding to his discomfort was the fact they had seen no sign of Turthol; What he might be doing Rangar could not guess, but always in the back of his mind there was a fear. A fear of something happening to his friend on his account. He also felt a little guilty about not being very sociable at the moment, he and Tareth had rode silently while the others had been talking, Wren and Rave, in particular, seemed to be having a very engrossing conversation.

For, when Rangar called a stop, partly because it was dark and mostly because his side hurt, they kept right on riding and talking, and Bregand had to catch their reins in rather awkward manner, as he had just slid off his own horse that he had been sharing with Carmalita. They made camp, and settled down for the night. Rangar slept with full intentions of running after Turthol in the morning. I just can't let him He thought obstinately as the stars began to appear in the sky. But, as in most things, by morning his plan was thwarted, and by Enien, no less. The elf was keeping a very close watch on Rangar, and while it was comforting to know at least someone was looking out for him, she absolutely refused to see the logic in letting him backtrack for Turthol.

"Look, I'll only be gone for today, and the Greenway's safe enough." He protested as the elf blocked his path to where the horses were. "One would think, little mortal, that you would have the sense not to head back into the downs, especially considering what happened." She responded tersely. For a moment Rangar felt very small, then his anger flared. However, he found the wits to growl a retort. "Listen, I'm going back, and if you don't like it, elf. Then you can," "What are you two doing?" It was Calmir. "I'm going back for Turthol, we'll both catch up with you all in a bit." Rangar barked, still eying Enien with annoyance. Calmir gave him a look similar to the one Wren had given him the day before, but made no reply, nor did Rangar care. "No." Said Enien calmly, steeping forward. "He's not, he's riding with you today, Calmir." "Fine." Said the other elf in an offhand tone before Rangar could get in another word. As the group headed onto the road again, Rangar made a mental note to never argue with an elf again.
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Three days of hard riding passed before Rangar began to hear the sound of water. At first it unnerved him, then Tareth said. "Tharbad, great." A sense of relief seemed to pass over the company, and Rangar couldn't help but smile as the waters of the Greyflood came into view.

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ]

05-23-2003, 02:12 PM	#130
Arvedui III Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: In Rohan, with Carolina on my mind Posts: 629	Carlas's Post Baroden walked into the camp, barking at the guards who were starting to daze off, as Aranthan ran to his side. He was curious to know what had happened to him and Rangar, but Baroden would not say anything.Baroden walked quickly into his tent, followed by the curious Aranthan, who watched as Baroden sat down on the ground and looked up at him, frowning. "We're going to have to leave quickly, Rangar got away. His companions came just as I was about to finish this for good, I do not want to hurt the others, but if they get in the way..." He trailed off suddenly. Aranthan looked at him and sighed. "Look, you have gone through much, you do not have to do this anymore, just forget about it." Baroden stood up quickly and looked at Aranthan sternly. "I cannot forget! I will never forgive him, you know that, and he shall pay! But now we must get moving, I have reason to believe that I was followed! Get the men together, we must be out before the sun has fully risen! I think I know where the others with Rangar are headed, we must get there quickly!" He looked at Aranthan once again before he nodded and left to tell the men. ***************** A small dust cloud rose as the company made their way out of the downs and unto the Greenway. Rangar felt very heavy and unless at the moment. Those who did not have horse were paired up with those that did, much to Rangar displeasure; For although he liked horses very much, every bump in the road made his ribs sting, and after three hours of unabating turbulence, Rangar was quite ready to test his legs again. Adding to his discomfort was the fact they had seen no sign of Turthol; What he might be doing Rangar could not guess, but always in the back of his mind there was a fear. A fear of something happening to his friend on his account. He also felt a little guilty about not being very sociable at the moment, he and Tareth had rode silently while the others had been talking, Wren and Rave, in particular, seemed to be having a very engrossing conversation. For, when Rangar called a stop, partly because it was dark and mostly because his side hurt, they kept right on riding and talking, and Bregand had to catch their reins in rather awkward manner, as he had just slid off his own horse that he had been sharing with Carmalita. They made camp, and settled down for the night. Rangar slept with full intentions of running after Turthol in the morning. I just can't let him He thought obstinately as the stars began to appear in the sky. But, as in most things, by morning his plan was thwarted, and by Enien, no less. The elf was keeping a very close watch on Rangar, and while it was comforting to know at least someone was looking out for him, she absolutely refused to see the logic in letting him backtrack for Turthol. "Look, I'll only be gone for today, and the Greenway's safe enough." He protested as the elf blocked his path to where the horses were. "One would think, little mortal, that you would have the sense not to head back into the downs, especially considering what happened." She responded tersely. For a moment Rangar felt very small, then his anger flared. However, he found the wits to growl a retort. "Listen, I'm going back, and if you don't like it, elf. Then you can," "What are you two doing?" It was Calmir. "I'm going back for Turthol, we'll both catch up with you all in a bit." Rangar barked, still eying Enien with annoyance. Calmir gave him a look similar to the one Wren had given him the day before, but made no reply, nor did Rangar care. "No." Said Enien calmly, steeping forward. "He's not, he's riding with you today, Calmir." "Fine." Said the other elf in an offhand tone before Rangar could get in another word. As the group headed onto the road again, Rangar made a mental note to never argue with an elf again. ********** Three days of hard riding passed before Rangar began to hear the sound of water. At first it unnerved him, then Tareth said. "Tharbad, great." A sense of relief seemed to pass over the company, and Rangar couldn't help but smile as the waters of the Greyflood came into view. [ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Arvedui III ] __________________ I have no idea what you just said, but I'm inspired!