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Earendil Halfelven · 05-29-2003, 06:16 PM

He couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't dying of thirst or anything so it wasn't a hallucination-it was almost the whole village riding after them. For what, he didn't know, but when he heard the cry, "There's one! Kill him!" when they saw him, he knew that he had to get out.

The company rode hard, trying to out-ride the psycho mob that was after them. As long as their horses kept their footing, they'd be ok. But then what he didn't want to happen, happened.

Up ahead, Rangar's horse almost collided with Tareth's, and Rangar went to the ground. Tareth almost ended up unseated, but he was able to stay up. Rangar's horse kept going, riderless.

Turthôl ground his horse to a halt.

"Quick, jump on!" he shouted to his friend.
As Rangar got up and prepared to mount behind him, Turthôl unslung his bow from around his back and turned. He strung an arrow and aimed.

"Rangar! Jump on in front of me and take the reins while I take care of these villagers," Turthôl shouted to Rangar. Rangar did so.

"No, Turthôl, don't kill these people!" Calimir said. He and Enien had stopped also. Turthôl looked ahead and saw that the company was slowind down.

"Don't worry, Calimir. They're just going to lose a few horses. Help me shoot the horses. We won't kill them," he replied. "Come, let's ride."

As they began riding towards the company, Turthôl, Calimir, and Enien took aim at the horses behind them. They unloosed their arrows, and the pursuers began to fall as the horses died.

They caught up to the rest of the company, but by this time, the villagers had gained plenty of ground and their cries could be heard behind them.

"Kill them! Kill the murderers!"

"Murderers? What are they talking about?" Wren cried.

Turthôl didn't reply but he had a feeling that it was that man Baroden who had started whatever this was.

"What are we going to do? Our horses can't keep going for ever like this," Rave yelled over the sound of galloping hooves.

"I don't know, just keep going," Rangar said.

At least half of the mob had fallen from Enien, Calimir, and Turthôl's arrows, but there were still plenty of mobers behind them.

05-29-2003, 06:16 PM	#150
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	He couldn't believe his eyes. He wasn't dying of thirst or anything so it wasn't a hallucination-it was almost the whole village riding after them. For what, he didn't know, but when he heard the cry, "There's one! Kill him!" when they saw him, he knew that he had to get out. The company rode hard, trying to out-ride the psycho mob that was after them. As long as their horses kept their footing, they'd be ok. But then what he didn't want to happen, happened. Up ahead, Rangar's horse almost collided with Tareth's, and Rangar went to the ground. Tareth almost ended up unseated, but he was able to stay up. Rangar's horse kept going, riderless. Turthôl ground his horse to a halt. "Quick, jump on!" he shouted to his friend. As Rangar got up and prepared to mount behind him, Turthôl unslung his bow from around his back and turned. He strung an arrow and aimed. "Rangar! Jump on in front of me and take the reins while I take care of these villagers," Turthôl shouted to Rangar. Rangar did so. "No, Turthôl, don't kill these people!" Calimir said. He and Enien had stopped also. Turthôl looked ahead and saw that the company was slowind down. "Don't worry, Calimir. They're just going to lose a few horses. Help me shoot the horses. We won't kill them," he replied. "Come, let's ride." As they began riding towards the company, Turthôl, Calimir, and Enien took aim at the horses behind them. They unloosed their arrows, and the pursuers began to fall as the horses died. They caught up to the rest of the company, but by this time, the villagers had gained plenty of ground and their cries could be heard behind them. "Kill them! Kill the murderers!" "Murderers? What are they talking about?" Wren cried. Turthôl didn't reply but he had a feeling that it was that man Baroden who had started whatever this was. "What are we going to do? Our horses can't keep going for ever like this," Rave yelled over the sound of galloping hooves. "I don't know, just keep going," Rangar said. At least half of the mob had fallen from Enien, Calimir, and Turthôl's arrows, but there were still plenty of mobers behind them. __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.