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GaladrieloftheOlden · 05-22-2003, 02:21 PM

Cersed whirled back into his wightish shape as he sprang between the two, the man and Rysha. He saw them staring at each other, and a cold voice came out of him. "Now is not the time for squabbling. Save it for the live ones," he said, disregarding that both of those he spoke with were alive, knowing that they'd be able to tell what he meant. He waved a spectral hand and all came closer. He pointed at the entrance to the cave where the dwarves and men were. "Wait till you see fighting that has been going on for at least 3 minutes," he commanded. They nodded dutifully, almost all with a hint of fear in their eyes.

But it was only a moment later, he saw one of the men and one of the orcs move out towards the battle uncertainly. He could not get them back at the moment, because if he moved he knew Rysha and Siliklolindo would cut each other up, and he needed both of them, no matter how much they bickered among themselves. And the rest of his group began to slowly sweep away after, going into battle too early, only a few trying to restrain the rest. Cersed looked over them quickly. Now he knew which ones to 'promote' when his group got back, and which to punish... he thought no further than that, for he knew that there would be more that they would have to do to catch the group. As almost all of the group was out and fighting, he floated out as well, changing as he went, causing all he stared at to fall back at the sight of the young man with the eyes full of ancient fury striding into the room, then slickering back to his wightish shape, pushing all to the sides where some were slaughtered, but, he could see with regret, some were getting away faster than he could herd them all together. Cersed set his eyes on a dwarf, deciding that this one would be his meal.

[ May 22, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ]

05-22-2003, 02:21 PM	#68
GaladrieloftheOlden Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Massachusetts - digging up a bottomless hole, searching for something that's not there... Posts: 1,514	Cersed whirled back into his wightish shape as he sprang between the two, the man and Rysha. He saw them staring at each other, and a cold voice came out of him. "Now is not the time for squabbling. Save it for the live ones," he said, disregarding that both of those he spoke with were alive, knowing that they'd be able to tell what he meant. He waved a spectral hand and all came closer. He pointed at the entrance to the cave where the dwarves and men were. "Wait till you see fighting that has been going on for at least 3 minutes," he commanded. They nodded dutifully, almost all with a hint of fear in their eyes. But it was only a moment later, he saw one of the men and one of the orcs move out towards the battle uncertainly. He could not get them back at the moment, because if he moved he knew Rysha and Siliklolindo would cut each other up, and he needed both of them, no matter how much they bickered among themselves. And the rest of his group began to slowly sweep away after, going into battle too early, only a few trying to restrain the rest. Cersed looked over them quickly. Now he knew which ones to 'promote' when his group got back, and which to punish... he thought no further than that, for he knew that there would be more that they would have to do to catch the group. As almost all of the group was out and fighting, he floated out as well, changing as he went, causing all he stared at to fall back at the sight of the young man with the eyes full of ancient fury striding into the room, then slickering back to his wightish shape, pushing all to the sides where some were slaughtered, but, he could see with regret, some were getting away faster than he could herd them all together. Cersed set his eyes on a dwarf, deciding that this one would be his meal. [ May 22, 2003: Message edited by: GaladrieloftheOlden ] __________________ "Glue... very powerful stuff."