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Imladris · 05-13-2004, 09:08 PM

Gorby

I watched in stunned silence as the tears trickled down Uien's face -- the excitement of victory had gone from me. For the ranger and us two hobbits had vanquished the wolf, and discovered that he guarded skulls, treasure, and a bit of exotic food stuff as well that had been preserved in jars. But the sweet fruit turned to ash, and my pipe went out when Uien began to act all strange.

I could tell, even with the lack of elvish intuition, that something bad was happening. I just hoped that my friends would survive through it, especially the elven ladies. I was glad then that Anson had stayed here...or that I had stayed here with Anson. I forget how it happened.

Lira

Lira grappled with the spirit, struggling against its florid thought. She felt another mind caress them and she smiled. Uien had come, and Falowik joined them as well. But the guards surrounded them, attacking them with swords fueled with malign swiftness.

Living guards poured through the doors of the temple, and a black shadow dropped from the fallen roof and fell upon them, tearing at one of their throats with curved claws. It was Corn, come to aide them. Where he had been, Lira did not know. She had not seen him since the last battle.

The guard crumpled under Corn's attack, and she saw him flit off to kill yet another. Blood and skin dangled from his beak, which he swalled like a worm from the ground.

Lira glanced back at the fallen warrior, and paled as she saw his spirit float from his body to join the army of the dead that circled around them. "Do not kill the guards!" she shouted to Corn.

A vague, shodowy image floated to her mind: Falco, crawling on hands and knees behind the Master. A distant voice, the bird! What of the bird? whispered in her mind. Lira understood, and turned her thoughts to Corn: Plunge upon him as you would a sparrow, play with him as you would a hawk!

Corn cawed and swooped toward the Master's head, pecking it like a woodpecker upon wood. With a rasping laugh, the raven danced off, fluttering in front of the Master, lashing at his limbs.

05-13-2004, 09:08 PM	#235
Imladris Tears of the Phoenix Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Putting dimes in the jukebox baby. Posts: 1,453	Gorby I watched in stunned silence as the tears trickled down Uien's face -- the excitement of victory had gone from me. For the ranger and us two hobbits had vanquished the wolf, and discovered that he guarded skulls, treasure, and a bit of exotic food stuff as well that had been preserved in jars. But the sweet fruit turned to ash, and my pipe went out when Uien began to act all strange. I could tell, even with the lack of elvish intuition, that something bad was happening. I just hoped that my friends would survive through it, especially the elven ladies. I was glad then that Anson had stayed here...or that I had stayed here with Anson. I forget how it happened. Lira Lira grappled with the spirit, struggling against its florid thought. She felt another mind caress them and she smiled. Uien had come, and Falowik joined them as well. But the guards surrounded them, attacking them with swords fueled with malign swiftness. Living guards poured through the doors of the temple, and a black shadow dropped from the fallen roof and fell upon them, tearing at one of their throats with curved claws. It was Corn, come to aide them. Where he had been, Lira did not know. She had not seen him since the last battle. The guard crumpled under Corn's attack, and she saw him flit off to kill yet another. Blood and skin dangled from his beak, which he swalled like a worm from the ground. Lira glanced back at the fallen warrior, and paled as she saw his spirit float from his body to join the army of the dead that circled around them. "Do not kill the guards!" she shouted to Corn. A vague, shodowy image floated to her mind: Falco, crawling on hands and knees behind the Master. A distant voice, the bird! What of the bird? whispered in her mind. Lira understood, and turned her thoughts to Corn: Plunge upon him as you would a sparrow, play with him as you would a hawk! Corn cawed and swooped toward the Master's head, pecking it like a woodpecker upon wood. With a rasping laugh, the raven danced off, fluttering in front of the Master, lashing at his limbs.