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Regin Hardhammer · 10-01-2004, 05:32 PM

It was late at night, but Marreth did not intend to camp on this frozen sheet of ice until the morning. The wind howled and a violent blizzard had whipped up which saw snow descending heavily around his men. He could not wait until he could return to his comfortable, warm quarters, away from this frigid wilderness. There was no time for burying the dead, and the wounded must be readied for transport. In addition to the abominable weather conditions, Marreth wanted to resume his search immediately for the Palantiri. The Captain wanted to insure that Luindal and his Elves did not get there ahead of the Corsairs.

“We’re leaving now mates,” he announced to his crew as the heavy wind wiped his brown cloak, “We best get back to the ship before we all freeze to death. It’s a long trek, I know. But it’s better than sitting and freezing here.” On the way back, Marreth reflected on the shot that had nearly missed piercing Luindal’s chest. Curse that infernal wind that had knocked the arrow into the side of the Elf’s arm. If only he could get one more chance to do the job, Marreth felt sure that he would succeed. He was still nursing a minor cut he had received from one of the Elves, but he was convinced that Luindal's wound was giving him more pain.

When the Corsairs returned to the ship after an all night trudge, Marreth felt relieved and slightly sullen, still mulling over his missed opportunity. Cold and exhausted, his arm aching slightly. he flopped down on his bed. It felt like a furnace in contrast to the freezing winds outside. Before drifting off to sleep, Marreth began to ponder where exactly he would look for the Palantiri next.

10-01-2004, 05:32 PM	#154
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Marreth: It was late at night, but Marreth did not intend to camp on this frozen sheet of ice until the morning. The wind howled and a violent blizzard had whipped up which saw snow descending heavily around his men. He could not wait until he could return to his comfortable, warm quarters, away from this frigid wilderness. There was no time for burying the dead, and the wounded must be readied for transport. In addition to the abominable weather conditions, Marreth wanted to resume his search immediately for the Palantiri. The Captain wanted to insure that Luindal and his Elves did not get there ahead of the Corsairs. “We’re leaving now mates,” he announced to his crew as the heavy wind wiped his brown cloak, “We best get back to the ship before we all freeze to death. It’s a long trek, I know. But it’s better than sitting and freezing here.” On the way back, Marreth reflected on the shot that had nearly missed piercing Luindal’s chest. Curse that infernal wind that had knocked the arrow into the side of the Elf’s arm. If only he could get one more chance to do the job, Marreth felt sure that he would succeed. He was still nursing a minor cut he had received from one of the Elves, but he was convinced that Luindal's wound was giving him more pain. When the Corsairs returned to the ship after an all night trudge, Marreth felt relieved and slightly sullen, still mulling over his missed opportunity. Cold and exhausted, his arm aching slightly. he flopped down on his bed. It felt like a furnace in contrast to the freezing winds outside. Before drifting off to sleep, Marreth began to ponder where exactly he would look for the Palantiri next.