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Helkahothion · 05-28-2003, 10:03 AM

Tarannon stepped back into Bramen's tent. He was busy preparing as many arrows for his leave. He always had his best shot with his own and had already packed two quivers full of them on the side of his horse; ready to be fired if needed. Bramen had stuck the last arrow in his quiver he always carried on his back and was now packing his toolbox. No matter where he went, he always caried it around. He thought it was vital to everyone's survival.
Tarannon stepped towards his old friend and Bramen smiled as he closed his toolbox.
"Need a pack of arrows friend? You should have come a little sooner."
Tarannon smiled back and sat down next to Bramen. They both sighed. Bramen had a tankard of beer next to him and emptied the last half that it contained. As he stood up, he gave his boots one last checkup and then pulled them on his feet. He beckoned Tarannon and stepped outside. He went to pack his gear on his horse. He said goodbye for now to Tarannon and gave him a broad smile. He was going to ride out again. Staying behind while the other where hunting Orcs had been very frustrating for him. It would be nice to have a little battle again.

Bramen tried his old bow again and it still worked perfectly. The string had been taken care of perfectly and age did not take its toll on it. He shot some more of his precious arrows and then collected them back in his quiver. He saddled up his horse, whose name was Horta, and bound his toolbox under the quiver on the left. Being a left-handed, he could always take his tools quickly. Bramen had packed practical. An axe for firewood, his toolbox, quiver and a big piece of textile to that could be made into a tent if needed. The rest of his packing was only food. The man looked satisfied and patted Horta.

Bramen went back to the fire where all the other man where gathered. Islist was already ready to leave and Bramen searched around the fire to find Tarannon. He found him sitting near the barrel with ale. Bramen went over and poured himself another tankard.
"Tomorrow we ride. Are you ready Tarannon?"
"Of course Bramen. Can't wait."
"True, true."
Bramen drank his ale and just talked for a while with Tarannon, on which he had grown an extreme liking, before going to his tent for sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

[ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]

05-28-2003, 10:03 AM	#21
Helkahothion Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: The inside of Legolas' lungs Posts: 1,005	Tarannon stepped back into Bramen's tent. He was busy preparing as many arrows for his leave. He always had his best shot with his own and had already packed two quivers full of them on the side of his horse; ready to be fired if needed. Bramen had stuck the last arrow in his quiver he always carried on his back and was now packing his toolbox. No matter where he went, he always caried it around. He thought it was vital to everyone's survival. Tarannon stepped towards his old friend and Bramen smiled as he closed his toolbox. "Need a pack of arrows friend? You should have come a little sooner." Tarannon smiled back and sat down next to Bramen. They both sighed. Bramen had a tankard of beer next to him and emptied the last half that it contained. As he stood up, he gave his boots one last checkup and then pulled them on his feet. He beckoned Tarannon and stepped outside. He went to pack his gear on his horse. He said goodbye for now to Tarannon and gave him a broad smile. He was going to ride out again. Staying behind while the other where hunting Orcs had been very frustrating for him. It would be nice to have a little battle again. Bramen tried his old bow again and it still worked perfectly. The string had been taken care of perfectly and age did not take its toll on it. He shot some more of his precious arrows and then collected them back in his quiver. He saddled up his horse, whose name was Horta, and bound his toolbox under the quiver on the left. Being a left-handed, he could always take his tools quickly. Bramen had packed practical. An axe for firewood, his toolbox, quiver and a big piece of textile to that could be made into a tent if needed. The rest of his packing was only food. The man looked satisfied and patted Horta. Bramen went back to the fire where all the other man where gathered. Islist was already ready to leave and Bramen searched around the fire to find Tarannon. He found him sitting near the barrel with ale. Bramen went over and poured himself another tankard. "Tomorrow we ride. Are you ready Tarannon?" "Of course Bramen. Can't wait." "True, true." Bramen drank his ale and just talked for a while with Tarannon, on which he had grown an extreme liking, before going to his tent for sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a long day. [ May 29, 2003: Message edited by: Helkahothion ]