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SteadfastSam · 09-10-2001, 03:12 PM

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The plot thickens

Ulfwine was shocked at the sudden attack of his own people. He had thought that no guard had been set! He turned, and saw the savage Dunlendings set upon the horsemen fiercely. One was already down with a blow to the head.

Ulfwine was suddenly freed of his bonds by Thenamir and given a knive. The Dunlender rolled defty off the horse and fell to the ground with a thump. He jumped up and called out to a nearby Dunlending. "Hi! Girthfrith!" The burly man turned for a moment and guffawed at Ulfwine.

"Got caught did you, young whelp? Borleg will want a word with you." He laughed again.

But Ulfwine had other plans. He struck the bigger man with lightning speed, cracking him squarely across the jaw. Girthfrith cursed and stumbled back, dropping his sword. Ulfwine snatched it up and quickly dispatched him. He then ran over to the fallen Rider, who was about to be spitted by a Dunlend spear. The other Riders were hard pressed and unable to help, and Ufwine arrived just in time to sever the spear-point from the shaft. The Dunlend quickly looked up and leered into Ulfwine's face. "Traitor!" He spat out as Ulfwine ran him through. He fell to the ground, and Ulfwine replied, "Tell that to my father, cur."

</p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 9/10/01 7:52:05 pm

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09-10-2001, 03:12 PM	#1
SteadfastSam Seeker of Light Join Date: Jul 2001 Posts: 503	<font face="Verdana"><table><TR><TD><FONT SIZE="1" face="Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif">Seeker of Light Posts: 526</TD><TD><img src=http://www.lordoftherings.net/images/ca_sasti.jpg WIDTH=60 HEIGHT=60></TD></TR></TABLE> The plot thickens Ulfwine was shocked at the sudden attack of his own people. He had thought that no guard had been set! He turned, and saw the savage Dunlendings set upon the horsemen fiercely. One was already down with a blow to the head. Ulfwine was suddenly freed of his bonds by Thenamir and given a knive. The Dunlender rolled defty off the horse and fell to the ground with a thump. He jumped up and called out to a nearby Dunlending. "Hi! Girthfrith!" The burly man turned for a moment and guffawed at Ulfwine. "Got caught did you, young whelp? Borleg will want a word with you." He laughed again. But Ulfwine had other plans. He struck the bigger man with lightning speed, cracking him squarely across the jaw. Girthfrith cursed and stumbled back, dropping his sword. Ulfwine snatched it up and quickly dispatched him. He then ran over to the fallen Rider, who was about to be spitted by a Dunlend spear. The other Riders were hard pressed and unable to help, and Ufwine arrived just in time to sever the spear-point from the shaft. The Dunlend quickly looked up and leered into Ulfwine's face. "Traitor!" He spat out as Ulfwine ran him through. He fell to the ground, and Ulfwine replied, "Tell that to my father, cur." </p>Edited by: <A HREF=http://www.barrowdowns.com/cgi-bin/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_profile&u=00000006>Gilthali on</A> at: 9/10/01 7:52:05 pm