The pirates, fifty strong, advanced in a ragged line against Gravlox and his troops. They were all heavily armed with spears, swords and other assorted pointy implements and WMD. Behind the line of pirate warriors, Merisu and her companions were tied to stakes. The pirate captain stood nearby menacing her with a flaming brand. She twisted her head from side to side, gasping in horror and wiggling in an attempt to free herself from her bonds. The captain leered at Merisu, then drew a jagged knife which he ran along her troat until he reached the first button of her bodice, which he cut off with a deft flick of his wrist. Gravlox roared in anger and with one hand drew the ZigZag sword. In his right hand, he brandished his spear. In his left, he raised his bow. He raised the ZigZag sword and screamed as he charged the pirates, letting arrows fly as he went and waving his spear frantically, while avoiding darts from the pirates with his shield. The pirate band withered before him like a perfume merchant before a dog's breath. He slew ten with a single swipe of his blade and twenty more fell with his arrows in them. Five more were spitted on his spear, three were clubbed with his shield and one broke a nail kicking his wooden leg. At last he stood before the pirate captain. Merisu's eyes shone as she looked upon her hero. Even her comapnions cheered the mighty Gravlox...
"Captain?" asked Buzzcut as he shook Gravlox gently. The Uruk's eyes opened and he shook his head to clear it of sleep. "What...what is it?" he replied.
"They got away, sir," answered his lieutenant.
"The pirates?" aked the groggy Orc Captain.
"No, sir," responded Buzzcut as he edgily took a half step back. "The Elves and their friends."
Gravlox shot to his feet with burning eyes and advanced upon his subordinate. "We did as you said, sir," Buzzcut protested as he began a prudent retreat. "We floated a case of Orc Draught Lite down the river to the pirates. They got roaring drunk. Then that bloody warrior got loose somehow and managed to kill them all. Damn near cut off his own nose doing so, but he did it. The Elves are heading towards Workmud."
Gravlox smiled...
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Several hours later, Gravlox and his band were spying upon the Elves from behing a portcullis. They watched as the males wandered off in various directions seeking food. Again, Gravlox smiled...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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