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Donlammenion · 05-23-2003, 04:00 AM

A short distance away from the track Don stopped suddenly as he caught sight of a large group of orc scum running down the hill in what he thought to be a be line for the trees where he was crouching.

"AFTER THAT TARK SCUM!!!" Retched the largest of the orcs.

Don now in two minds to stay and try to exact some revenge or warn the others and delay an obvious death chose the second. The orcs were now no less than 200 yards away so Don decided to make a break back to his companions.

The sound of the orcs feet getting closer with each breath.

“ORCS” Gasped Don bursting through the undergrowth “behind me” as he finished those last few words he realised his friends had swords drawn ready.

As the orcs tore into the opening the three charge into them knowing, expecting death.

The front man into the fight Pherdur took the burden from two orcs by removing their heads with an almighty blow. Followed by Donlamir who slid to his knees removing the legs from a larger orc. Whilst Evren parried two orcs away with a piece of masterful sword work.

“Pherdur" cried Don as he realised an orc was running toward his companion. Pherdur turned but was already engaged with another orc, Don already at a full run blocked the blow delivered by the orc then ended it with a fierce blow to the neck.

“Thank you” mimed Pherdur the look in his eyes changing.

Don spun around to see the leader of this rabid group raising his sword it was to late to block. Then it smashed the hilt of the sword into Donlamir’s unprotected face bring a nothingness.Collapsing to the floor his fathers helm rolled from his skull to become trampled, defiled by his sworn enemies.

The last thing in his mind was REVENGE.

[ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Donlammenion ]

05-23-2003, 04:00 AM	#18
Donlammenion Animated Skeleton Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: mirkwood Posts: 47	A short distance away from the track Don stopped suddenly as he caught sight of a large group of orc scum running down the hill in what he thought to be a be line for the trees where he was crouching. "AFTER THAT TARK SCUM!!!" Retched the largest of the orcs. Don now in two minds to stay and try to exact some revenge or warn the others and delay an obvious death chose the second. The orcs were now no less than 200 yards away so Don decided to make a break back to his companions. The sound of the orcs feet getting closer with each breath. “ORCS” Gasped Don bursting through the undergrowth “behind me” as he finished those last few words he realised his friends had swords drawn ready. As the orcs tore into the opening the three charge into them knowing, expecting death. The front man into the fight Pherdur took the burden from two orcs by removing their heads with an almighty blow. Followed by Donlamir who slid to his knees removing the legs from a larger orc. Whilst Evren parried two orcs away with a piece of masterful sword work. “Pherdur" cried Don as he realised an orc was running toward his companion. Pherdur turned but was already engaged with another orc, Don already at a full run blocked the blow delivered by the orc then ended it with a fierce blow to the neck. “Thank you” mimed Pherdur the look in his eyes changing. Don spun around to see the leader of this rabid group raising his sword it was to late to block. Then it smashed the hilt of the sword into Donlamir’s unprotected face bring a nothingness.Collapsing to the floor his fathers helm rolled from his skull to become trampled, defiled by his sworn enemies. The last thing in his mind was REVENGE. [ May 23, 2003: Message edited by: Donlammenion ]