Flight From Rohan: Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Dain Ironfoot · 09-08-2003, 12:48 PM

Whoops, I also did a post on word and then came back to paste it in.. That's when I saw your note. Is there any way this could go underneath yours?

Fréa doesn't take out any bandits. He just stands by and lets the others do the work!!

I alswanted to show Fréa is starting to "lose" it. (I hope it's ok I used Archim for a minute.)

Pio, if you need me to edit I will or you could do that. If it doesn't work, that's fine. We can just leave mine on the discussion thread and go on from there.

The important part of my post starts with how he calls them 'curs'. The stuff before is just an excuse and could certainly be edited.

Dain

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With two of the bandits so readily dispatched, the remaining ruffians took off racing for the hills at breakneck speed, as they left their fallen companions behind on the ground. When it looked as if Hama might also decide to give chase and try to emulate Archim’s deed, Fréa raised his hand in warning and abruptly drew the band to a halt, throwing an angry glance over his shoulder. “You worthless curs, all of you.” Fréa bellowed out his rage. “We’ve lost enough time on this fool’s errand! If you’d listened to me, this would never have happened. We’d be far north by now, and Brytta would be in our grasp.”

Archim turned around and froze, “Cur? You dared call me a cur? Your own brother! Who saved your neck back there? Fréa, I did not see you take down any bandits. If Graitwa and I hadn’t saved your skin, you’d be lying in the dirt cold and stiff. If anyone deserves the name of “cowardly cur”, it is you, not me.”

Fréa felt his rage boil over as he automatically grabbed for the hilt of his sword and brandished it at his younger brother, swinging it wildly in his direction. Only his blind madness caused the blow to go astray and swipe harmlessly down into the grass. At this point, Hama intervened, recklessly positioning his own body between those of the two feuding brothers, crying out at them to stop, since Brytta and his band would go unpunished if the Forgoils managed to kill each other first.

These words jerked Fréa back to reality as he shakily slid his sword back within its scabbard and barked at the group to head north and west in the direction of Fornost. He took off at a wild gallop outdistancing his brothers and Hama, listening to the angry voice in his head that raged on. If it was not for Archim’s stupidity, we would be there by now. Why am I blessed with such idiots as brothers?

[ September 08, 2003: Message edited by: Dain Ironfoot ]

09-08-2003, 12:48 PM	#11
Dain Ironfoot Haunting Spirit Join Date: Jan 2003 Posts: 77	Whoops, I also did a post on word and then came back to paste it in.. That's when I saw your note. Is there any way this could go underneath yours? Fréa doesn't take out any bandits. He just stands by and lets the others do the work!! I alswanted to show Fréa is starting to "lose" it. (I hope it's ok I used Archim for a minute.) Pio, if you need me to edit I will or you could do that. If it doesn't work, that's fine. We can just leave mine on the discussion thread and go on from there. The important part of my post starts with how he calls them 'curs'. The stuff before is just an excuse and could certainly be edited. Dain ******************************************** Dain's post With two of the bandits so readily dispatched, the remaining ruffians took off racing for the hills at breakneck speed, as they left their fallen companions behind on the ground. When it looked as if Hama might also decide to give chase and try to emulate Archim’s deed, Fréa raised his hand in warning and abruptly drew the band to a halt, throwing an angry glance over his shoulder. “You worthless curs, all of you.” Fréa bellowed out his rage. “We’ve lost enough time on this fool’s errand! If you’d listened to me, this would never have happened. We’d be far north by now, and Brytta would be in our grasp.” Archim turned around and froze, “Cur? You dared call me a cur? Your own brother! Who saved your neck back there? Fréa, I did not see you take down any bandits. If Graitwa and I hadn’t saved your skin, you’d be lying in the dirt cold and stiff. If anyone deserves the name of “cowardly cur”, it is you, not me.” Fréa felt his rage boil over as he automatically grabbed for the hilt of his sword and brandished it at his younger brother, swinging it wildly in his direction. Only his blind madness caused the blow to go astray and swipe harmlessly down into the grass. At this point, Hama intervened, recklessly positioning his own body between those of the two feuding brothers, crying out at them to stop, since Brytta and his band would go unpunished if the Forgoils managed to kill each other first. These words jerked Fréa back to reality as he shakily slid his sword back within its scabbard and barked at the group to head north and west in the direction of Fornost. He took off at a wild gallop outdistancing his brothers and Hama, listening to the angry voice in his head that raged on. If it was not for Archim’s stupidity, we would be there by now. Why am I blessed with such idiots as brothers? [ September 08, 2003: Message edited by: Dain Ironfoot ]