Last Ride of the Heir RPG

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

Owacyn shouted as he ran towards Eldin. The dogs paused for a moment, then one of them turned and leapt at Owacyn. Crying out with hate, he brought his sword up, leaping into the air, before reversing it and plunging it blade-first into the ground, and the head of the hound. He drove it until the dog's smashed skull would permit him to push it no more, then wrenched it out and swung a precise swipe at the other dog, who turned just in time to see Owacyn's sword cut its throat. It sank, whimpering, to the ground, where Owacyn thrust his sword into its heart. It slumped to the ground, before gasping out a final howl.

At the death of the two dogs, Ulrich screamed and charged at Owacyn, the horses hooves thundering as they bore down on the prone ranger. At the second before his head would have been crushed, Owacyn rolled to the side and in a single, fluid movement swung his sword at the horse's legs. He cut clean through the front left leg, and the horse buckled, hurling Ulrich under itself, and rolling until lack of momentum forced it to stop. Ulrich looked up at the ranger standing over him, the dark hair and scar looked familiar. "Owacyn, [* EDIT BY MOD *]...", Owacyn smiled widely as he looked at the man. "Ulrich, I told you I would never forget...and I haven't..." Owacyn drove his sword into Ulrich's chest, blood spurted from the dunlending's mouth as he wrenched it out. "I'll deal ith you when all of your freinds are dead, Ulrich."

[The Perky Ent]

The battle was short. After Owacyn's dramatic heroics, it wasn't very hard for the group. Especially the elves. Together, Elladan and Elrohir had killed 2 men before Arathorn could even kill one of the riders. Hanindur and Beroth killed the others. It was Arathorn who killed Wulfson. He ran up to Wulfson and sliced his right shoulder. Falling on the ground, Wulfson was pinned and couldn't use his arm to save himself. Lying there helplessly, Wulfson began to moan.

"Awww!" Wulfson said in a raspy voice, sucking in small amounts of air in short intervels. "My arm is ruined!" Wulfson continued, "My body is worthless. My life is worth nothing! Please! Have a heart! We're all on the same side, aren't we?"

Arathorn paused. Wulfson began coughing, still waiting for mercy from Arathorn. There was silence for a moment. Then, suprising everyone, including Wulfson, Arathorn calmed his grip on his sword. "No savage. We are not on the same team. However, I will give you mercy...but it will cost you."

Arathorn's face was rock solid, unlike Wulfson, who was whimpering. "You are a savior! I will pay whatever price! Just please let me live!" Wulfson said, trying to clasp his right hand with his left. "You will pay the price for your life, murderer?" Arathorn said, lowering his sword to Wulfson's neck. "Yes! Yes! Just let me live!" Arathorn lifted his sword from the Dunlending's neck, and moved his sword into a stabbing position. "Here is what you pay!" And in one swift movement, Arathorn punctured Wulfson's other shoulder.

Screaming bloody murder, Wulfson began cursing at Arathorn madly. "What have you done?!?" Wulfson said, his face red as a cherry. "What good is living without my arms?! You idiot! How could you do this to me?" Arathorn's face was as much as stone as when he showed mercy. "That was the price for spareing your life. He accepted. In saving your life, I have stopped you from ever killing again" "You," Wulfson was mad now. All sanity that might have been in him left with the blood flowing from his shoulder. "You think I still can't kill? We'll see about that! Maravmar!" and as he shouted, the last living dog ran twords Arathorn.

"You coward!" Elrohir shouted, as he was watching the event from behind. Before the dog could even jump on Arathorn, Eldin suprised everyone as he weakly threw a dagger at the dog, killing it. After this, Arathorn could take no more. "This is how you treat life? You would waste such a precious gift? Surely Anga or Nuwethion would not. Had I the power to determine who has life, I would surely use it. But I believe that a man should use every power he has. And I know the one just for you!" The was silence for a split second. "Death" Arathorn said, stabbing Wulfson for the third time, but this time, in the heart. Spitting up small amounts of blood, Wulfson exhaled greatly, and lived no more.

"Is it over?" Hanindur said to Arathorn. "No" Arathorn said, pointing to two figures in the distance. They were Owacyn and Ulfang.

[Eowyn Skywalker]

Hanindur made a slight face-- the ranger had been hoping it was over. After the amount of fighting that had gone on over the last while, he was getting slightly tired of it, though he was used to it. At least this battle had been fairly short, the one he had killed had been less of a challenge than a 12 year old boy had been... luckly he had not had to face one of the dogs. Those had been vicious looking creatures, wolfen, and evil.

The hope to be able to resheath his sword was vanquished for a moment, as he watched to see what would happen-- to see if his blade would be needed again. One thing was certain, and that was with the choice to follow Arathorn, and the others this time-- his blade would not go unused. No, there was no dust to settle on the once shining blade, not with the amount of times they had needed to fight. First the trolls, which had been a heavy battle, and then now-- and it was inevitable to say that there would be more.

Hanindur sighed slightly. At least with this battle they had captured the horses, which meant for less walking, anyhow. That would be useful-- for at least something good had came from the shorter fight.

[The Perky Ent]

Arathorn wasted no time in getting a horse. "Come men!" Arathorn said to the rangers, who were all looking at Owacyn. "He can handle himself! Let's get some horses, and set the rest free" Arathorn said, pointing to a group of horses. Coming to a dark red horse, Arathorn began to approach slowly. The horse was very calm, and didn't notice Arathorn at all. Taking a deep breath, Arathorn placed one hand on the horse, and began to stroke. Making a slight movement, the horse shivered, but then calmed. Taking an even deeper breath, Arathorn gulped, and climbed upon the horse.

Some of the men were having harder time. The twins hopped on two white horses very easily while Hanindur fell off once. After everyone was on a horse, Arathorn looked at Owacyn, who was standing over Ulfang's body. "Come Owacyn! Time is short!" Hanindur said, pointing to a horse. Quickly, Owacyn picked out one of the imprisoned horses, and tried to get on.

It was a sad scene. The horse and the man had completly different points of views. The first time Owacyn approached, the horse lightly bucked him. "Why you good for nothing-" but Owacyn stopped. The horse was running away. "Owacyn, just grab another! There's tons!" Elladan said. "No, it's gotta be this one!" And running across the bridge, Owacyn tried to catch the horse. The others followed for about a mile, until Owacyn became so tired he could chase no longer. After all, the fight with Ulfang had taken a lot of energy out of him.

"That's it!" Arathorn said, riding up to the horse the color of space. Speaking someting in elvish, the horse slowly calmed down. "Try now." Arathorn said, offering the horse. Slowly climbing up, Owacyn got on his horse. "Finally!" Elrohir said, riding his horse alongside. Then, into the sun, the travelers rode north, to glory and death.

Traveling all across Arnor, they slew many orcs. From North, South, East, and West, they fought. It was rather quick, except for one skirmish in Weathertop, where Arathorn nearly died. Then, after about a month of riding, Arathorn looked up into the horizon and saw something he never thought he would. "Look!" Arathorn said, pointing to a small black dot. After about 10 minutes, that tower got bigger and bigger. Then, after an hour, they were within reach of Arathorn's final destination. Angmar. "We camp here tonight!" Arathorn said, getting off his horse! "Tomorrow, we break the doors, and find what mysteries lie in the dungeons of the Witch King's lair."

[The Perky Ent]

Arathorn was having trouble getting sleep. He couldn't deside if it was because of the towering black castle shadowing him, or the fact that his horse had picked a really bad time to go to the bathroom. Whatever the matter, it caused Arathorn to get up and walk around. "So much history" Arathorn said, looking around the fields surrounding Angmar. All around the ground were remnants of skeletons shattered from battle. "Much evil rests here" Hanindur said, walking up to Arathorn. He too was facing the same sleeping problems as Arathorn. "I still don't see why we should come. The orcs only came this way. We don't know if they came in. Face it, Arathorn. It's been deserted for years." "Then what's the harm? I know you mean well, Hanindur, but this is something I have to do. After all, how often do you get to come here? And what if the orcs didn't come here? Then that makes it even safer." Arathorn said, picking up a rusty sword from the ground.

"Not necessarily" Elladan said, walking behind Hanindur. "Say something dark still festers there. If the orcs came, it would have killed them, and revealed itself. If the orcs didn't come, and something is there, we betting hope we don't catch it's eye." "We won't" Arathorn said, putting the sword back on the ground. "I promise."

[The Perky Ent]

The red sun raised slowly from the endless horizon. A magnificent display of ruby, saphire, and magenta danced around the sun in such a way that gave awe to Arathorn. "Now that," Elladan said, "Is something you can only see up here. In the cold places of the north. Slowly, one by one, everyone began to wake up. And after they woak, they sat and looked at the sun. Then, after a while of watching, the sun took a breath, and lifted up from the horizon, shining great beams of light, reflecting on the men.

"Well men," Arathorn said, though pausing, as Eldin gave a grunt. "And elves!" Arathorn corrected. "We're going in! To mystery and glory! What mysteries lie here we do not know, but I know that there are many. This is why I call for an act of seperation. You elves will go up to the towers and see what is there. No doubt many secrets...and treasures." A murmer passed through the elves. "Us men," Arathorn continued, "We will go down into the dungeons." There was a mixed reaction throughout the group: elves and men. "What!" Elrohir shouted! "You get to find the real adventure all by yourselves?" "There is too much danger Arathorn! This is madness!" said Paladir. "It is what it is! It may be danger, but what glory has been taken without danger?" Arathorn said fiercly. There was silence. "Then it's decided. We're going in!" said Hanindur.

Standing in front of the gate, the men felt acquard. It wasn't in as good a shape as it was when the place was inhabited. What was once a great, thick, strong door, was now a rancid decaying hunk with cracks in it. "Time to break it open!" Owacyn said. "Not exactly." Arathorn said. "There's a crack large enough to crall through over there." Arathorn said, pointing to a small hole at the bottom of the gate. Owacyn began to blush. "Well...well...well where's the adventure in that." Owacyn said, charging up to the hole. Shocking everyone, Owacyn took his sword and began swiping his sword just above the crack, making it bigger. In a few moments, he had made a small door. "See! Now we don't have to crawl!" Owacyn said, drawing a breath. "Very heroic" Arathorn said sarcastically, walking into Angmar.

Inside, everything was dark, with the exception of the light from the "door", and two torches. "I don't like this" Hanindur said, taking a step back. Eldin looked at him as if he was looking at a monkey, and grabbed a torch. "What a nice coincidence!" Arathorn said, taking a torch. "Well, let's get going! It looks like there's a stairway past that hall! Let's go." Arathorn said, walking slowly into darkness.

The dark, high ceilings were starting to get to the men. Suddenly, they heard a scream. Though, none of them were screaming. "Calm down men!" Arathorn said. "The place is old! It squeaks!" "It came from outside!" Elladan said, rushing back to the "door". Outside, there was nothing. "See, nothing!" Arathorn said, starting to go back inside. Suddenly, something hit Eldin very hard. He nugged Elrohir, and then he too realized. "Exactly." Elrohir said, softly. "Nothing. There's nothing here, or anywhere. This is bad!" "What?" Arathorn said. "Of course there's nothing here! We're in the middle of a deserted kingdom. There hasn't been anyone here for centuries!" "You don't get it!" Elrohir said, once again softly. "I know where the scream came from. Our horses are missing."

Arathorn was mentally hit with a ton of bricks. He looked all around, but the horses weren't anywhere. "No horse, not even of Rohan, could get beyond the horizon that fast. Something is wrong." Arathorn said, looking at everyones mildly scared faces. "We should run now! Go back!" Owacyn said. "No. If something did take the horses, the could take us. We're safer inside...for the moment" Elladan said, walking back inside. The others followed.

Comming to the stairs, everyone took a gulp. Two great black stairs were stretching for what seemed miles. "Well, I'll be seeing you!" Arathorn said, going down. The others followed, except for the elves. Once the men had passed beyond light, Elladan, Elrohir, and Eldin stopped going up. Waiting for a minute, Elladan signaled Eldin, and they, with Elrohir, began to take the stairs not up, but down.

[Hama Of The Riddermark]

The group moved down slowly through the total darkness. Owacyn kicked a stone by accident, and it made a resounding sound as it bumped down the stairs. Owacyn cursed wildly, silently, at himself. He heard a scratching noise above him and looked up. He couldn't see a thing, and he shook his head for being so stupid. He felt a breeze on his back, and he took another step down. He heard the scratching sound again and his heart started beating faster. He took a torch out of his pack and struck a tinderbox to illuminate it. Light flooded the tunnel. Again he looked up, seeing nothing, he again berated himself for being so paranoid.

He tried to step forward but found that his legs had gone numb. He pulled his legs forward with a concious effort and stepped down the stairs. Breathing heavily now, trying to keep as calm as he could. He slowly drew his sword with his right arm he continued down, trying to make as little sound as possible...