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Thalionyulma · 05-01-2005, 09:48 PM

Rinurion was inspecting his weapons when Legolas arrived with the other elves from his patrol. He threw a questioning look at the ElvenKing's son. The latter gave him a grim smile in answer.

"It has been quiet as of late. Like the calm before a storm," Legolas said. "Have your patrol sweep the southern area. The sentries will be going with your group. They will stay at the appointed areas to keep watch."

"We are nearly ready. Laryelion of Lorien will be joining us to lend his talents."

"Good. His kinsman left early today."

Rinurion double checked his bow and arrows. After resheathing his hunting knife and courteously bowing to his prince, he walked towards the direction of his patrol. They were five all, plus the three sentries who would be arriving soon.

"We wait for the sentries, they shall be joining us." He informed his group. He saw Laryelion appear ahead, walking towards them. Behind him were the sentries.

They headed towards the woods.

Eiz · 05-03-2005, 10:11 PM

A group of bats would have been detected instantly by anyone, specially by an elf. Since a small elven group was detected in the area, Muru opted for more subtle way of sending them about.

They silently stayed hidden in the dark foliage or in holes of the trees. Their wherabouts hidden from sight unless they suddenly reveal themselves from their hiding place.

The woods were shadowed and a thick mist covered the ground. Any woodland sound seemed muffled. Small birds could be seen once in awhile, their beady eyes looking about before they darted away.

An elf rode by on horesback. The woods made it difficult to travel, so the elf rode slowly. The horse was already showing some uneasiness. The small bat watched as the elf got off and checked the ground and nearby bushes. So intent was the elf upon his task he did not see the tiny creature fly off in the other direction. The tiny creature sent out a silent signal and flew towards his dark mistress' lair.

The mist began to swirl about slowly and the thick roots near the elf seem to move, sluggishly at first. Silently, a serpentine head appeared above the misty forest floor, then two.

A piercing cry sounded cutting through the stillness of the air, startling the horse and its rider.

Tevildo · 05-11-2005, 12:28 AM

Lessa threw back her head with a sharp whinny and came to an abrupt stop, her forelegs planted firmly on the soft dirt of the forest floor. Turon tugged gently on the reins trying to get the horse to move forward, but she stubornly refused to budge.

"I don't like it either," Turon muttered through clenched teeth. "Too many shadows and strange sounds. Still, we're better off moving forward than standing in one place." The Elf slipped his sword from its sheath and stood motionless in the middle of the glade. He could see no strange prints on the ground, no indication of another living thing. Yet something seemed to whisper that he was not the only one in this woods. And whatever strange creatures lurked in the shadows, they gave no hint of their presence to the Elf.

His fingers tightened on the hilt of the sword as he raised the blade into the air and waved it over his head. "Show yourself, you craven beast. Or are you too cowardly to unveil your face?" Turon threw back his head and howled in defiance, but the only immediate answer was the wild wind, which was now swirling defiantly through the darkened glade.

Peering through the heavy curtain of mist, Turon could barely make out the figure of a tiny brown bat flitting in his direction. Such a small creature seemed no threat. His grip on his sword hilt relaxed as he resheathed the blade. Shaking his head in frustration, he chided himself for giving in to childlike fancies and imagining threats that were not there. Yet not an instant later, a darker blanket of shadow emerged behind the smaller bat. At first, it was impossible to say what shape this shadow took. Yet the cloud of blackness continued its relentless path, trailing images of power and evil in its wake, a memory of times far more ancient than any the young Elf had seen. A bat loomed over his head, but this was no ordinary beast: as large as a wolf, with teeth and claws extended and a wingspan that reached some seven feet. As the shadow came down to greet Turon, the Elf felt little fear of the sharp teeth or claws. Rather it was the overwhelming sense of loss and emptiness, as if all the missed chances and failings in his life had come back to haunt his fëa and suck out its very essence.

Taralphiel · 05-21-2005, 06:11 PM

Taralphiel had only settled well into a dark, empty sleep when she felt the sickening swirls of another nightmare around her. All those watching her sleep would have heard was a small groan. The shadows parted somewhat, and she peered about, seeing even leaves flitting from the canopies above her and resting at her feet. She was still alarmed at how the clarity of her dreams was increasing.

Though as she looked around in this forming dreamscape, she noted it was not like all her recent nightmares. The scenery was familiar. Closeby.

Taralphiel took small steps forward, casting weray glances around. She heard a movement, and leaned forward to gain a better view of what was moving.

It was an Elf, though not one she was familiar with. He was on a horse, moving through the forest. She did not make a movement of sound. Though she had Elven companions, she could not be certain this one would appreciate her travel in Mirkwood.

Before she could get a clear view of his face, she felt a strong involuntary shudder take over her body. It was almost strong enough to make her drop to the ground and curl up tight, hiding. She gripped to a tree as she saw a small creature fly towards the Elf. But before it could reach him, a greater darkness seemed to blanket over the small patch of path, and the poor Elf.

Taralphiel let out a shriek and stumbled forward with such force that it woke her, giving her sleeping companion a good jolt. She did not pause, but let out a small cry

"He's in trouble. It's so close. We must save him!"

piosenniel · 06-05-2005, 01:56 AM

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piosenniel · 06-06-2005, 02:02 AM

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05-01-2005, 09:48 PM	#1
Thalionyulma Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: across the sea Posts: 295	Rinurion Rinurion was inspecting his weapons when Legolas arrived with the other elves from his patrol. He threw a questioning look at the ElvenKing's son. The latter gave him a grim smile in answer. "It has been quiet as of late. Like the calm before a storm," Legolas said. "Have your patrol sweep the southern area. The sentries will be going with your group. They will stay at the appointed areas to keep watch." "We are nearly ready. Laryelion of Lorien will be joining us to lend his talents." "Good. His kinsman left early today." Rinurion double checked his bow and arrows. After resheathing his hunting knife and courteously bowing to his prince, he walked towards the direction of his patrol. They were five all, plus the three sentries who would be arriving soon. "We wait for the sentries, they shall be joining us." He informed his group. He saw Laryelion appear ahead, walking towards them. Behind him were the sentries. They headed towards the woods.

05-11-2005, 12:28 AM	#3
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Lessa threw back her head with a sharp whinny and came to an abrupt stop, her forelegs planted firmly on the soft dirt of the forest floor. Turon tugged gently on the reins trying to get the horse to move forward, but she stubornly refused to budge. "I don't like it either," Turon muttered through clenched teeth. "Too many shadows and strange sounds. Still, we're better off moving forward than standing in one place." The Elf slipped his sword from its sheath and stood motionless in the middle of the glade. He could see no strange prints on the ground, no indication of another living thing. Yet something seemed to whisper that he was not the only one in this woods. And whatever strange creatures lurked in the shadows, they gave no hint of their presence to the Elf. His fingers tightened on the hilt of the sword as he raised the blade into the air and waved it over his head. "Show yourself, you craven beast. Or are you too cowardly to unveil your face?" Turon threw back his head and howled in defiance, but the only immediate answer was the wild wind, which was now swirling defiantly through the darkened glade. Peering through the heavy curtain of mist, Turon could barely make out the figure of a tiny brown bat flitting in his direction. Such a small creature seemed no threat. His grip on his sword hilt relaxed as he resheathed the blade. Shaking his head in frustration, he chided himself for giving in to childlike fancies and imagining threats that were not there. Yet not an instant later, a darker blanket of shadow emerged behind the smaller bat. At first, it was impossible to say what shape this shadow took. Yet the cloud of blackness continued its relentless path, trailing images of power and evil in its wake, a memory of times far more ancient than any the young Elf had seen. A bat loomed over his head, but this was no ordinary beast: as large as a wolf, with teeth and claws extended and a wingspan that reached some seven feet. As the shadow came down to greet Turon, the Elf felt little fear of the sharp teeth or claws. Rather it was the overwhelming sense of loss and emptiness, as if all the missed chances and failings in his life had come back to haunt his fëa and suck out its very essence. Last edited by Tevildo; 05-20-2005 at 07:50 AM.

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05-03-2005, 10:11 PM	#2
Eiz Pile O'Bones Join Date: Jul 2004 Posts: 12	A group of bats would have been detected instantly by anyone, specially by an elf. Since a small elven group was detected in the area, Muru opted for more subtle way of sending them about. They silently stayed hidden in the dark foliage or in holes of the trees. Their wherabouts hidden from sight unless they suddenly reveal themselves from their hiding place. The woods were shadowed and a thick mist covered the ground. Any woodland sound seemed muffled. Small birds could be seen once in awhile, their beady eyes looking about before they darted away. An elf rode by on horesback. The woods made it difficult to travel, so the elf rode slowly. The horse was already showing some uneasiness. The small bat watched as the elf got off and checked the ground and nearby bushes. So intent was the elf upon his task he did not see the tiny creature fly off in the other direction. The tiny creature sent out a silent signal and flew towards his dark mistress' lair. The mist began to swirl about slowly and the thick roots near the elf seem to move, sluggishly at first. Silently, a serpentine head appeared above the misty forest floor, then two. A piercing cry sounded cutting through the stillness of the air, startling the horse and its rider.

05-21-2005, 06:11 PM	#4
Taralphiel Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Swan Wood Posts: 649	Taralphiel had only settled well into a dark, empty sleep when she felt the sickening swirls of another nightmare around her. All those watching her sleep would have heard was a small groan. The shadows parted somewhat, and she peered about, seeing even leaves flitting from the canopies above her and resting at her feet. She was still alarmed at how the clarity of her dreams was increasing. Though as she looked around in this forming dreamscape, she noted it was not like all her recent nightmares. The scenery was familiar. Closeby. Taralphiel took small steps forward, casting weray glances around. She heard a movement, and leaned forward to gain a better view of what was moving. It was an Elf, though not one she was familiar with. He was on a horse, moving through the forest. She did not make a movement of sound. Though she had Elven companions, she could not be certain this one would appreciate her travel in Mirkwood. Before she could get a clear view of his face, she felt a strong involuntary shudder take over her body. It was almost strong enough to make her drop to the ground and curl up tight, hiding. She gripped to a tree as she saw a small creature fly towards the Elf. But before it could reach him, a greater darkness seemed to blanket over the small patch of path, and the poor Elf. Taralphiel let out a shriek and stumbled forward with such force that it woke her, giving her sleeping companion a good jolt. She did not pause, but let out a small cry "He's in trouble. It's so close. We must save him!"

06-05-2005, 01:56 AM	#5
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	It's been 3 weeks since someone posted to the game & 5 weeks since the owner has posted. This RPG is now closed. ~*~ Piosenniel, Shire Moderator

06-06-2005, 02:02 AM	#6
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	*~~ To Elvenhome ~~*