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Saurreg · 10-22-2004, 08:27 AM

There was the furious sound of pounding feet and it got closer to Loudewater with every passing moment. The farmer was suddenly acutely aware of it despite having his face on the ground and both hands covering his head. He was also intuitively aware of whom or rather what those footsteps belonged to. It was the insight that only those who are about to die possessed. And death was coming to claim Loudewater with every step, closer and closer.

Loudewater drew his limbs closed and braced himself for the inevitable, his body shaking like a leaf. His end was near and there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing left to do but resign himself to fate.

The seconds ticked and the suspense become increasingly unbearable. Loudewater felt like screaming out again in anger and frustration all at once. But fear kept him in his cowering position.

"Hang on! I'm coming!"

The voice was loud and clear and it rose beyond the din of battle and reached the farmer's ears. It was the voice of a man, measured and strong. A man without fear.

The rhythmic pounding footsteps of doom came to an abrupt halt and there was the sound of feet scuffling about on moist grass followed by a whish the sounded like a bladed weapon swinging through the air.

Loudewater took his dirt-caked face off the ground and mustered enough courage to look up. Standing before him was a very tall man with an ichor dripping sword in his hands. He turned and regarded Loudewater with authoritive grey eyes that displayed both compassion and strength. Loudewater's mouth dropped open in surprise when he recognized the face.

It was one of the strangers from the Prancying Pony. The one he thought he had seen somewhere before when he was a child playing near the woods.

The man spoke again calmly but with great urgency,

Go back! Now! I'll cover you!"

But before he could finish, another being stepped into Loudewater's line of sight and started attacking the ranger. The newcomer was not a man...

"Get out of here!" Cried the ranger as he parried the powerful blows coming at him.

Loudewater nodded sheepishly and tried to get onto his wobbly feet. But the grisly sight of a severed orc's head on the ground not far from where the farmer was sent him tumbling back onto the ground again in horror.

10-22-2004, 08:27 AM	#109
Saurreg Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: In self imposed exile... Posts: 465	There was the furious sound of pounding feet and it got closer to Loudewater with every passing moment. The farmer was suddenly acutely aware of it despite having his face on the ground and both hands covering his head. He was also intuitively aware of whom or rather what those footsteps belonged to. It was the insight that only those who are about to die possessed. And death was coming to claim Loudewater with every step, closer and closer. Loudewater drew his limbs closed and braced himself for the inevitable, his body shaking like a leaf. His end was near and there was nothing he could do about it. There was nothing left to do but resign himself to fate. The seconds ticked and the suspense become increasingly unbearable. Loudewater felt like screaming out again in anger and frustration all at once. But fear kept him in his cowering position. "Hang on! I'm coming!" The voice was loud and clear and it rose beyond the din of battle and reached the farmer's ears. It was the voice of a man, measured and strong. A man without fear. The rhythmic pounding footsteps of doom came to an abrupt halt and there was the sound of feet scuffling about on moist grass followed by a whish the sounded like a bladed weapon swinging through the air. Loudewater took his dirt-caked face off the ground and mustered enough courage to look up. Standing before him was a very tall man with an ichor dripping sword in his hands. He turned and regarded Loudewater with authoritive grey eyes that displayed both compassion and strength. Loudewater's mouth dropped open in surprise when he recognized the face. It was one of the strangers from the Prancying Pony. The one he thought he had seen somewhere before when he was a child playing near the woods. The man spoke again calmly but with great urgency, Go back! Now! I'll cover you!" But before he could finish, another being stepped into Loudewater's line of sight and started attacking the ranger. The newcomer was not a man... "Get out of here!" Cried the ranger as he parried the powerful blows coming at him. Loudewater nodded sheepishly and tried to get onto his wobbly feet. But the grisly sight of a severed orc's head on the ground not far from where the farmer was sent him tumbling back onto the ground again in horror.