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Earendil Halfelven · 06-23-2003, 10:10 PM

Turthôl stood there; his mind totally blank. He had betrayed them-his companions.

"Something that Sartir would do!"

That phrase clouded his mind, clouded his ability to think clearly. He did not notice the rest of the battle around him or the cries of the others.

Something that Sartir would do...

He fell to his knees. Sartir had died for his deeds. Maybe death was befitting for him now...

“Bregand! Help me….any one!” He recognized it as Carmilita's voice. She was going to die and it was because of his betrayal.
No...not if he could help it.

He picked up his sword, still stained with Enien's blood and rushed to Carmilita's aid. Two of the Haradrim stood over her, one with a bloodied sword. Turthôl could only guess it was Carmilita's blood.

He rushed over to her. The Haradrim, hearing him, turned to face him.

"Look at what we caught!" the one with the bloody sword said.

"Yes, a dainty dish that we're about to scewer," said the other one laughingly.

They started laughing as they raised their swords to strike. Carmilita stared at Turthôl with an anxious look.

"Bregand!" she yelled.

With the men's backs to him, Turthôl raised his sword. With a swift and strong stroke, he plunged it into the man's neck. It stuck in the man's spinal cord. Blood shot out in a steady stream as the main artery was cut.

His companion turned with a shocked look. Turthôl left his sword in the man's neck and pulled his dagger. The man raised his sword in defense. With a yell, Turthôl lunged at him. The man swung the sword at him. Turthôl ducked and came up right in front of the man. He brought up his dagger and plunged it into the man's stomach. With a grunt, he dropped his weapon.

"Traitor..." he muttered as he stared up at Turthôl. Turthôl paused for a moment. Then a flash of anger swelled up deep inside him. And without remorse or mercy, Turthôl started stabbing the man repeatedly in the back. The man screamed as he fell to the ground, but Turthôl kept going. Even after the man was dead, he kept stabbing...

06-23-2003, 10:10 PM	#238
Earendil Halfelven Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: the dark recesses of the mind Posts: 223	Turthôl stood there; his mind totally blank. He had betrayed them-his companions. "Something that Sartir would do!" That phrase clouded his mind, clouded his ability to think clearly. He did not notice the rest of the battle around him or the cries of the others. Something that Sartir would do... He fell to his knees. Sartir had died for his deeds. Maybe death was befitting for him now... “Bregand! Help me….any one!” He recognized it as Carmilita's voice. She was going to die and it was because of his betrayal. No...not if he could help it. He picked up his sword, still stained with Enien's blood and rushed to Carmilita's aid. Two of the Haradrim stood over her, one with a bloodied sword. Turthôl could only guess it was Carmilita's blood. He rushed over to her. The Haradrim, hearing him, turned to face him. "Look at what we caught!" the one with the bloody sword said. "Yes, a dainty dish that we're about to scewer," said the other one laughingly. They started laughing as they raised their swords to strike. Carmilita stared at Turthôl with an anxious look. "Bregand!" she yelled. With the men's backs to him, Turthôl raised his sword. With a swift and strong stroke, he plunged it into the man's neck. It stuck in the man's spinal cord. Blood shot out in a steady stream as the main artery was cut. His companion turned with a shocked look. Turthôl left his sword in the man's neck and pulled his dagger. The man raised his sword in defense. With a yell, Turthôl lunged at him. The man swung the sword at him. Turthôl ducked and came up right in front of the man. He brought up his dagger and plunged it into the man's stomach. With a grunt, he dropped his weapon. "Traitor..." he muttered as he stared up at Turthôl. Turthôl paused for a moment. Then a flash of anger swelled up deep inside him. And without remorse or mercy, Turthôl started stabbing the man repeatedly in the back. The man screamed as he fell to the ground, but Turthôl kept going. Even after the man was dead, he kept stabbing... __________________ In nomini domine saboath sui filique ite ad infernos.