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littlemanpoet · 03-04-2004, 08:56 PM

Falowik

Falowik and Finëwen veered to the right and back down the hill as the horsemen that had been held in reserve galloped past them and up the hill. Lumiel went in closer, and had to dodge arrows for her trouble. Falowik was stunned that they were being left alone. But the entirety of their foes had for some unknown reason decided to concentrate their efforts against Thoronmir, Lira, Eswen, and the two hobbits. Maybe they thought that Lira was a mage, or something. In any case, they had to do something. Draw some of them off so that Thoronmir and the others had a fighting chance? Only Eswen had bow and arrows.
Falowik was unsure whether to join Lumiel or not.

Uien hung onto him tightly, murmuring in Elvish. It seemed that she was again in some kind of trance, spurred by what, Falowik could not imagine. She was beyond his words and would be of no help for strategy.

A pony came up beside them. The rider sat up straight. It was Falco.

"Wanderer!" He spoke in a hoarse whisper. "They've left the land they were defending exposed to our eyes."

Falowik looked back. Sure enough, there was nothing but dead bodies between them and whatever lay westward. He looked back up the hill to the copse and their surrounded allies.

"But we can't leave them alone up there."

"Do what you must. I'm going to have a look. You be sure to be alive when I get back!"

With that, Falco was off at a gallop. Whether the enemy saw him or not, Falowik couldn't tell. Unsure as to the best course of action, he urged Flithaf up the hill to aid Lumiel. He hoped Eswen would do her dark queen thing again soon. They needed a distraction.

Falco

Falco passed the field of the melee and met no friend or enemy. He noticed the two dead ponies of Gorby and Anson and clicked his tongue at the waste. He rode on, following the rough path that skirted the hill going northwesterly. The moon was high now and the stars shone. It was quiet now that he had a hill between him and the melee. He stopped. Before him was a wide lake, stretching for miles. Of course, Lake Evendim. He went a little farther, approaching the shore, heading north along the edge of the lake.

03-04-2004, 08:56 PM	#169
littlemanpoet Itinerant Songster Join Date: Jan 2002 Location: The Edge of Faerie Posts: 7,066	Falowik Falowik and Finëwen veered to the right and back down the hill as the horsemen that had been held in reserve galloped past them and up the hill. Lumiel went in closer, and had to dodge arrows for her trouble. Falowik was stunned that they were being left alone. But the entirety of their foes had for some unknown reason decided to concentrate their efforts against Thoronmir, Lira, Eswen, and the two hobbits. Maybe they thought that Lira was a mage, or something. In any case, they had to do something. Draw some of them off so that Thoronmir and the others had a fighting chance? Only Eswen had bow and arrows. Falowik was unsure whether to join Lumiel or not. Uien hung onto him tightly, murmuring in Elvish. It seemed that she was again in some kind of trance, spurred by what, Falowik could not imagine. She was beyond his words and would be of no help for strategy. A pony came up beside them. The rider sat up straight. It was Falco. "Wanderer!" He spoke in a hoarse whisper. "They've left the land they were defending exposed to our eyes." Falowik looked back. Sure enough, there was nothing but dead bodies between them and whatever lay westward. He looked back up the hill to the copse and their surrounded allies. "But we can't leave them alone up there." "Do what you must. I'm going to have a look. You be sure to be alive when I get back!" With that, Falco was off at a gallop. Whether the enemy saw him or not, Falowik couldn't tell. Unsure as to the best course of action, he urged Flithaf up the hill to aid Lumiel. He hoped Eswen would do her dark queen thing again soon. They needed a distraction. Falco Falco passed the field of the melee and met no friend or enemy. He noticed the two dead ponies of Gorby and Anson and clicked his tongue at the waste. He rode on, following the rough path that skirted the hill going northwesterly. The moon was high now and the stars shone. It was quiet now that he had a hill between him and the melee. He stopped. Before him was a wide lake, stretching for miles. Of course, Lake Evendim. He went a little farther, approaching the shore, heading north along the edge of the lake. Last edited by littlemanpoet; 03-07-2004 at 12:41 PM.