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Regin Hardhammer · 09-23-2004, 05:09 PM

Mareth had managed to inch further up the beach. Now safely crouched behind a rocky outcrop near the edge of shore, he was only thirty paces distant from the armed patrol and could see and hear everything going on. He grinned at the sight of the two idiotic Elves who didn't have enough sense to get themselves off a moving ice floe. As far as he was concerned, they could all float out to sea and sink to the bottom when the ice melted.

Sitting and watching the parade of events, he was more convinced than ever that the Stones must lie somewhere in the Bay. Why else would the Elves come all this way to stop him unless that was true? He had spent the greater part of the last two months searching on shore and had come up with exactly nothing. It was obvious the Stones weren't on land and that it was useless to hunt for them there. Marreth vowed that, once he got rid of these pesky Elves, he would concentrate his search in the Bay itself: somewhere on the bottom lay the treasure he sought. And he already had the resources he needed: trained seals to find the Stones, winches and ropes to pull them up.

As Marreth stared out at the searchers, he could see that Luindal and the others had just reached the point on the ice where the holes were drilled. Galhardir had forged ahead and was now in the lead. Too bad it wasn't an Elf in front who would take the first tumble! Still, he was going to enjoy this. Even if the ropes kept most of the Elves from being swept away, blades and arrows would do the rest of the job.

Marreth put both hands above his head, waved them in the air, and hooted like a snow owl, the signal they'd agreed to use. All he had to do was lower his arms, and the assault on the beach would begin....

Then he saw her. His informant had crept out from the others to do her mischief. Marreth almost roared with laughter. This innocent, middle-aged Lossoth who looked like nothing special was really a lion in disguise. A woman after his own heart! At least one of the Elves or Lossoth would soon be taking a swim, to be forever swept away by the currents. He resisted the urge to lower his arms at this point. Just one more minute and they would have the diversion they needed.

09-23-2004, 05:09 PM	#126
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Marreth: Mareth had managed to inch further up the beach. Now safely crouched behind a rocky outcrop near the edge of shore, he was only thirty paces distant from the armed patrol and could see and hear everything going on. He grinned at the sight of the two idiotic Elves who didn't have enough sense to get themselves off a moving ice floe. As far as he was concerned, they could all float out to sea and sink to the bottom when the ice melted. Sitting and watching the parade of events, he was more convinced than ever that the Stones must lie somewhere in the Bay. Why else would the Elves come all this way to stop him unless that was true? He had spent the greater part of the last two months searching on shore and had come up with exactly nothing. It was obvious the Stones weren't on land and that it was useless to hunt for them there. Marreth vowed that, once he got rid of these pesky Elves, he would concentrate his search in the Bay itself: somewhere on the bottom lay the treasure he sought. And he already had the resources he needed: trained seals to find the Stones, winches and ropes to pull them up. As Marreth stared out at the searchers, he could see that Luindal and the others had just reached the point on the ice where the holes were drilled. Galhardir had forged ahead and was now in the lead. Too bad it wasn't an Elf in front who would take the first tumble! Still, he was going to enjoy this. Even if the ropes kept most of the Elves from being swept away, blades and arrows would do the rest of the job. Marreth put both hands above his head, waved them in the air, and hooted like a snow owl, the signal they'd agreed to use. All he had to do was lower his arms, and the assault on the beach would begin.... Then he saw her. His informant had crept out from the others to do her mischief. Marreth almost roared with laughter. This innocent, middle-aged Lossoth who looked like nothing special was really a lion in disguise. A woman after his own heart! At least one of the Elves or Lossoth would soon be taking a swim, to be forever swept away by the currents. He resisted the urge to lower his arms at this point. Just one more minute and they would have the diversion they needed. Last edited by Regin Hardhammer; 09-24-2004 at 06:55 AM.