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Old 05-23-2007, 10:28 AM   #395
Child of the 7th Age
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One minute Makdush had been laying prone at the mouth of the pit, letting out the rope inch-by-inch to those who waited impatiently at the bottom. The next minute they had fallen under a steady barrage of rocks and arrows. Struggling to rise, Makdush saw Gwerr go down just to his left. He could not be sure whether his companion had simply slipped and fallen in the muddy morass or actually been struck by an arrow. One second later Makdush watched as Ishkur followed Gwerr into the depths of the pit, apparently struck in the thigh by a two large rocks that had come hurtling in their direction.

Determined not to repeat his companions' mistakes, Makdush let out a cry and lumbered to his feet, searching for sound footing and lunging for the sword still strapped at his waist. But his efforts had come far too late. There was no time to react. Within a second four figures had run forward: three men and an elf. It was the elf who reached out and ripped the sword from his hand. One of the others retrieved the dangling rope and began to wind it around his body and legs, knotting it tightly in many places. Makdush tried to kick and scream but there were too many for him to get away. Out of the corner of one eye, he saw a man jerk a dagger from its sheath and rear back, aiming towards his neck. He expected the downward thrust to come swift and fatal. Instead, the elf barked, and the man snatched back the blade, complaining under his breath but complying with the order. A second later and he too had joined his companions in the pit.

"Ishkur, Gwerr?" he cried out in frustration, cursing the moment they had decided to try and rescue their companions.

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