ROHAN RPG

[shieldmaiden]

Baranthôl quickly ran to help the fallen Dwarf. Dwarin was lying unconscious on the ground, his forehead was bleeding, he must have hurt it when he fell down. She took a flask from her pocket and opened it. She poured the water over the Dwarf’s face and slapped him a few times. “Dwarin, wake up, come on you, you..” she stopped herself from saying something harsh, she had already told him enough ugly things.
She heard a noise behind her and turned just on time before a Warg jumped at her and so it landed on the end of her sword instead of pulling her down to the ground. The animal fell over Baranthôl and it’s cadaver covered her. She barely managed to get out under the animal’s foul corps when another wolf attacked her from her back. It overthrown her to the ground and grabbed her arm in its jaws. She though that it would bite it off but suddenly pressure stopped, she felt blood leaking all over her and the animal became slack and rolled down from her. Baranthôl turned and noticed Dwarin with a bloody axe in his hands. “Thank you” she uttered without breath. “
“No, thank you.” the dwarf replied.
Baranthôl picked up the torch she dropped when the first warg had attacked her. A terrifying thought crossed her mind. “Our horses! The wolves must have attacked them too!”