In the Footsteps of the Grey Company RPG

[the real findorfin]

As Cersed made to leave, now in his original form, Gorthroth called, "we will attack first, and then you will enter as they flee or make ready to fight."
The pale figure of a man nodded and, with his group following, left the hall.

Gorthroth looked around, Gaerial had assumed a human form already, Hermesin was resolute but there was a trace of worry. Kurzag seemed not in the least bit worried but rather hungry. He was chewing on something that Gorthroth thought to be a chunk of meat.

"The plan will be carried out exactly as I say," Gorthroth began and as he did so, his figure shimmered and turned into that of a small boy. "Gaeriel and I will stumble out of the passageway and fall to the floor. Kurzag, you will follow as if in chase. The enemy will attack you and as they pass the tunnel Hermesin will attack from the side. We, now in the midst of them as I know they will protect us, will then attack in whatever form we choose. Gaeriel, you must hide your sword until this time." With this he changed from his boy form back to his ghastly glowing, hooded figure, a fresh wave of fear hitting his companions. "And then, Cersed's group will enter into the fray."

He flexed his muscles and made fort he door. "Come, we have much ground to cover. Are there any questions?"

As Gorthroth walked, still in Wight form, he considered his group. They would do. He noticed with much mirth that Cersed and Gaeriel had returned to there human forms. How pitiful! He would remain in his more powerful form for the fighting, that of his ghostly aura. He was the most powerful Wight!

[ May 18, 2003: Message edited by: the real findorfin ]