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Regin Hardhammer · 10-16-2004, 10:11 PM

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Marreth did not like surprises from his own men. And he was angry that Jynne had pulled this off on his own without even bothering to inform him beforehand. His men were a band of pirates whom he expected to obey his orders, to act together as a group, and not go off on some hairbrained scheme of their own making. If Jynne did this once, he was apt to do it another time and the results could be less than gratifying.

In the full hearing of all the company, he turned and snarled, "Jynne, lay down your blade. We can surely handle a dainty morsel such as this with a good sturdy dagger and no poison on the tip. And the next time you decide to bring along a poisoned dagger, or perform a stunt like this, I want to hear about it first. I am the one in charge here, and I give the orders!. "

"Now, maties," he turned back with a broad grin to his other men. "As long as we have this little princess in our control, we might as well make use of her. She will be our special guest." He turned and flashed her a welcoming grin and then continued, "You've no need to fear. As soon as your friend Luindal brings me the Stones, you'll return safely to your friends, but not till I have the palantiri in my hands."

"What about them?" Jynne sulkily prodded, pointing towards the two from the Elven party who had remained behind. The look on Jynne's face left little doubt that he preferred to see their bodies lying on the ground.

"Come now, Jynne," Marreth replied in a silky voice. "We mustn't be greedy. I've no use for more than one captive, and this one looks prettier than those two." Marreth saw Jynne's fingers tighten on his dagger as he turned and scowled. The Captain replied so all could hear. "If anyone lays a hand on either of those men, they will answer personally to me!"

Marreth then turn and spoke to the two, "Return to your ship. The Elf stays with me. She is war plunder fairly won. But I am a generous man. Have Luindal bring me the Stones, and she will go home. But try any tricks....try to escape with the magic Stones....and this little lady will walk the plank."

He turned and shook his head: "Not a pleasant way to die, I'm afraid. Once you get beyond the waters of the Bay, the sharks are very hungry. Always looking for a morsel to eat, and the waves very high. A frail thing like this wouldn't have a chance."

For one moment, it looked as if one member of the waiting party would charge forward with sword outstretched in a foolish gesture that could only end in death. But his comrade took charge and forcibly held him back, shouting to Marreth that this thing was not ended and that there would be a price to pay. The Corsair only turned and laughed, saying he didn't make it a practice to pay for anything. He simply took what he wanted, and this little Elf maiden was not different at all.....

Seeing that any attempt to rescue Andtuariel would only be a foolish gesture with nothing positive gained, Luindal's men turned and walked back to their boat.

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Niluial's post:

Andtuariel pulled and struggled but her hands had been tied together firmly -- but Marreth had seen to it that Jynne hadn't tied the thongs cruelly tight. She knew that there was no way out of this. She sat in the row boat, glaring at the filthy pirates around her. One Corsair licked his lips with a smug, sickening look upon his face. She looked back on the shore, panic stricken. She didn’t want to die yet she didn’t want to be around these awful Corsairs anymore. Andtuariel had always wanted to die a hero -- yet this wasn't exactly a heroic way to die.

Her thoughts left the rowing boat, left all her troubles… she thought of Elwë. She knew he was probably crying or angry or filled with mixed emotions. Andtuariel was worried about him and what he may do to himself, to the others just to save her life. She was also worried about the stones, she wanted to live but would rather be dead than to see those precious stones in the Corsairs filthy hands!

10-16-2004, 10:11 PM	#186
Regin Hardhammer Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Feb 2004 Location: Tumunzahar/Nogrod Posts: 364	Regin Hardhammer's post Marreth did not like surprises from his own men. And he was angry that Jynne had pulled this off on his own without even bothering to inform him beforehand. His men were a band of pirates whom he expected to obey his orders, to act together as a group, and not go off on some hairbrained scheme of their own making. If Jynne did this once, he was apt to do it another time and the results could be less than gratifying. In the full hearing of all the company, he turned and snarled, "Jynne, lay down your blade. We can surely handle a dainty morsel such as this with a good sturdy dagger and no poison on the tip. And the next time you decide to bring along a poisoned dagger, or perform a stunt like this, I want to hear about it first. I am the one in charge here, and I give the orders!. " "Now, maties," he turned back with a broad grin to his other men. "As long as we have this little princess in our control, we might as well make use of her. She will be our special guest." He turned and flashed her a welcoming grin and then continued, "You've no need to fear. As soon as your friend Luindal brings me the Stones, you'll return safely to your friends, but not till I have the palantiri in my hands." "What about them?" Jynne sulkily prodded, pointing towards the two from the Elven party who had remained behind. The look on Jynne's face left little doubt that he preferred to see their bodies lying on the ground. "Come now, Jynne," Marreth replied in a silky voice. "We mustn't be greedy. I've no use for more than one captive, and this one looks prettier than those two." Marreth saw Jynne's fingers tighten on his dagger as he turned and scowled. The Captain replied so all could hear. "If anyone lays a hand on either of those men, they will answer personally to me!" Marreth then turn and spoke to the two, "Return to your ship. The Elf stays with me. She is war plunder fairly won. But I am a generous man. Have Luindal bring me the Stones, and she will go home. But try any tricks....try to escape with the magic Stones....and this little lady will walk the plank." He turned and shook his head: "Not a pleasant way to die, I'm afraid. Once you get beyond the waters of the Bay, the sharks are very hungry. Always looking for a morsel to eat, and the waves very high. A frail thing like this wouldn't have a chance." For one moment, it looked as if one member of the waiting party would charge forward with sword outstretched in a foolish gesture that could only end in death. But his comrade took charge and forcibly held him back, shouting to Marreth that this thing was not ended and that there would be a price to pay. The Corsair only turned and laughed, saying he didn't make it a practice to pay for anything. He simply took what he wanted, and this little Elf maiden was not different at all..... Seeing that any attempt to rescue Andtuariel would only be a foolish gesture with nothing positive gained, Luindal's men turned and walked back to their boat. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Niluial's post: Andtuariel pulled and struggled but her hands had been tied together firmly -- but Marreth had seen to it that Jynne hadn't tied the thongs cruelly tight. She knew that there was no way out of this. She sat in the row boat, glaring at the filthy pirates around her. One Corsair licked his lips with a smug, sickening look upon his face. She looked back on the shore, panic stricken. She didn’t want to die yet she didn’t want to be around these awful Corsairs anymore. Andtuariel had always wanted to die a hero -- yet this wasn't exactly a heroic way to die. Her thoughts left the rowing boat, left all her troubles… she thought of Elwë. She knew he was probably crying or angry or filled with mixed emotions. Andtuariel was worried about him and what he may do to himself, to the others just to save her life. She was also worried about the stones, she wanted to live but would rather be dead than to see those precious stones in the Corsairs filthy hands! Last edited by piosenniel; 10-24-2004 at 02:07 AM.