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Sophia the Thunder Mistress · 05-30-2003, 01:18 PM

Calimir winced with every arrow he shot into the onrushing group of horses. The first to fall from his arrows was a proud bay, the man on its back tumbling to the ground. A young grey horse, still nearly black, fell next. Calimir's hand shook as he nocked the next arrow. He steadied himself. Shooting horses was terrible, but missing and killing a villager was worse. He let the arrow fly, a dark horse stopping in confusion and throwing its rider in fright.

Tareth was watching what they were doing with horror. The elf bit his lip. He hated it too, but if they couldn't slow this mob down they'd all be killed before they had a chance to protest their innocence.

The cries of "Murderer!" enraged Enien, and she rushed forward, taking the first man she could reach onto her horse and riding back toward the company. When Calimir reached her side she was screaming at him, threatening him.

"Enien!" Calimir reminded her sharply. She looked up at him darkly, but dropped to her knees beside the man, and spoke more softly. Enien told him in a few short words the story of the company. That all had killed before, that some were seasoned warriors. If the entire village attacked, eventually Rangar's company would fall to the numbers, but many many villagers would die. The elf woman spoke in even tones, and the man's eyes registered recognition and then fear.

Calimir dropped to his knees as well. "She speaks the truth." he said simply. "Now go back to your people, and tell them what we have said." Turthol rode into the middle of them and tossed the man a bag of gold.

"To pay for the horses we killed." he grunted. The man stood, brushing the dirt from his clothes and slowly began to walk back toward the group of villagers who'd slowed considerably since the attack on their horses. Enien watched him go with a look of intense frustration in her eyes.

"I will not be called a murderer, Calimir." she said, turning to look at him with shining eyes. "I will not."

"Their words cannot make it true, Enien." he replied gently. "And you know what is true." She nodded slowly, and remounted Melliant. Calmir remounted as well and he, Rave, Turhol and Enien rode back to join the rest of the group.

05-30-2003, 01:18 PM	#1
Sophia the Thunder Mistress Scent of Simbelmynë Join Date: Apr 2002 Location: Aboard Highwind, bound for Traverse Town Posts: 1,780	Calimir winced with every arrow he shot into the onrushing group of horses. The first to fall from his arrows was a proud bay, the man on its back tumbling to the ground. A young grey horse, still nearly black, fell next. Calimir's hand shook as he nocked the next arrow. He steadied himself. Shooting horses was terrible, but missing and killing a villager was worse. He let the arrow fly, a dark horse stopping in confusion and throwing its rider in fright. Tareth was watching what they were doing with horror. The elf bit his lip. He hated it too, but if they couldn't slow this mob down they'd all be killed before they had a chance to protest their innocence. The cries of "Murderer!" enraged Enien, and she rushed forward, taking the first man she could reach onto her horse and riding back toward the company. When Calimir reached her side she was screaming at him, threatening him. "Enien!" Calimir reminded her sharply. She looked up at him darkly, but dropped to her knees beside the man, and spoke more softly. Enien told him in a few short words the story of the company. That all had killed before, that some were seasoned warriors. If the entire village attacked, eventually Rangar's company would fall to the numbers, but many many villagers would die. The elf woman spoke in even tones, and the man's eyes registered recognition and then fear. Calimir dropped to his knees as well. "She speaks the truth." he said simply. "Now go back to your people, and tell them what we have said." Turthol rode into the middle of them and tossed the man a bag of gold. "To pay for the horses we killed." he grunted. The man stood, brushing the dirt from his clothes and slowly began to walk back toward the group of villagers who'd slowed considerably since the attack on their horses. Enien watched him go with a look of intense frustration in her eyes. "I will not be called a murderer, Calimir." she said, turning to look at him with shining eyes. "I will not." "Their words cannot make it true, Enien." he replied gently. "And you know what is true." She nodded slowly, and remounted Melliant. Calmir remounted as well and he, Rave, Turhol and Enien rode back to join the rest of the group. __________________ The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!