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Witch_Queen · 11-16-2004, 02:40 PM

The rain was falling and the ground beneath Thranduil's feet had already began to change to mudd. The number of the spiders had increased dramatically, he looked around to see how the others were doing. His nephew was making Thranduil even prouder of him at that moment. He knew when they returned that he would have alot of things to explain to the families of his fallen followers. The sight of the others fighting for their own life made Thranduil think back to his family at home. He was fighting for his son and wife. He was fighting for the people who believed in him.

Without thinking about the current situation, Thranduil was unaware of the large six-legged spider approaching from behind him. "Thranduil look behind you!" At the sound of Nefal calling his name, Thranduil snappped back into reality. He turned in time to see the spider getting ready to wrap him in its soft silk string of unpridactable death. Thranduil pulled his sword out of its holder and swung it towards the oncoming invader. The spider leaned back to avoid the sharp piece of flying metal. With its good leg the spider knocked the sword out of Thranduil's hands and sent the sword flying across the mudd.

Now Thranduil didn't know what to do. Running towards the spider with his small dagger held high, Thranduil slipped on a slick spot in the mudd and went to the ground. His dagger lay beside him as he lay there motionless. He feared for the worse. The spider came closer and closer, doing his best to regain his thoughts Thranduil rolled over on his side to attempt to stand up. Unfortunately before he was able to fully stand on his own legs, Thranduil felt something sharp go across the back of his leg. Now what? He thought to himself.I know I'm as good as dead. The others will have to continue without me.

Looking at his leg, he noticed a cut in his clothes and what seemed like blood trying to escape his body. Thranduil reached for his dagger and turned to get "revenge" only to be pushed down by the spiders over-grown legs. I will not die here. The spider stood over the mudd covered, rain soaked, wounded King. With a thrust of his dagger, Thranduil brought the adult spider down upon himself. Pushing the spider aside, Thranduil stood up all the way. He looked around in the mudd to find his trademark sword. He knew if someone else was to find it that the kingdom will fear that the King met his fate in the dreaded forest surrounding Mirkwood. The cut on his leg seemed to worsen with the fighting going on around him. Thranduil wouldn't let his "flesh" wound drag him down. He needed to be with his men, he needed to fight for his family.

Hama Of The Riddermark · 11-17-2004, 06:40 AM

A spider reared over Nefal, catching him off guard and knocking him to the ground with a huge leg. As it drew closer, Nefal saw the teeth chattering and the many eyes bulging. It rearer again onto its hind legs, preparing to strike. Nefal looke up, determined to meet his death with open eyes and without fear, though inside he was quaking. He saw Lossenfirithion, inhumanly fast, jump clean over the spider's left shoulder with his sword drawn, spinning as he passed its head. What happened next was over so fast Nefal didn't see it, but he saw Firith land in front of him, without his sword. Looking up, he retched in horror to see the spider roaring frantically, trying to dislodge the sword that had punctured right through its head. It hurled itself at Firith, who flung himself to the side, grabbed the hild of his sword and pulled with all his might. The front of the spiders head split seconds before it would have crushed Nefal and it crashed to the ground.

Nefal stood shakily up, looking at Lossenfirithion. Had it not been for him he would be dead now without doubt. He saw Firith arrogantly dust his cloak off, before he saw Thranduril wrestling with a spider on the ground.
"Uncle!" He heard Firith shout as he startde to run towards Thranduril, both his long knives drawn and spinning round his hands...

Hookbill the Goomba · 11-17-2004, 03:07 PM

"This relentless attack will not stop!" cried Taruthol in disperse, "There are too many of them!" Thranduil stumbled, he looked injured. Taurthol turned to rush to his side, but a considerably large spider leapt him upon. It thrust its face up to Taurthol's but it was hewn from him. Taurthol got to his feet and began again to hack down more of the spiders.

Thranduil had taken a long sword and done a great injury to one of the largest spiders. The other hideous things seemed a little despaired. Taurthol lifted his sword and cried aloud; "Elves! Let us rise up and do our duty!" With that the elves seemed to gain more energy from nowhere. They began to push the spiders back.

Taurthol stood in the middle of the combat; the rain was battering down upon his head. He smiled, he thought he could see victory ahead. But as if to combat his thought, a spider of huge proportions smashed through the trees be hind him. Before Taurthol could swing around to draw his sword he was flung out of the path of the spider a long with many other elves. Swiftly he leaped to his feet and held his sword in a firm grip.

A sudden burst of anger filled Taurthol as he saw Thranduil in distress. his injury was hindering his combat, more and more spiders came to him as if to spite them all. Leaping with all of his might, Taurthol dived into the belly of the largest spider. the sword drove deep into the belly of the beast and it let forth a huge cry of pain. Thranduil turned and nodded at Tauthol. The rain was beginning to clear, this was not good, the spiders began to re gain their confidence.

Sleepy Ranger · 11-22-2004, 12:47 PM

Melen wasn't really sure what to do or how to do it as the spiders came crashing down upon them and perhaps it was by luck or Berkengond's courage and skill that Melen had survived through till now unharmed. Berkengond was letting loose bolt after bolt in quick succesion in attempts to take out the spiders but it wasn't working and he was running out of bolts. Melen was nervously looking around holding his sword with shaky hands, he had strayed away from Berkengond in the midst of the battle and when he saw their leader Thranduil fighting he was inspired enough.

Melen blindly rushed forward swinging his sword at the oncoming rush of foes and by pure luck he managed to injure a few and in his blind foolishness he was surrounded by spiders, Melen though this was the end but he was ready to make it an end to be remembered if any of the party made it back. He thrust his sword into the spider closest to him hitting it right in the face, killing it istantly but this little victory of his own wouldn't last long as he was stabbed in the back of his leg by a stinger, he swung around slashing his sword without looking and quite accidentaly cut of the attackers stinger leaving it lodged just under his knee.

Berkengond had seen his friend in trouble and wasted no time in rushing to him but he had just one bolt left he held the bolt as a small spear and made his way through the small party surrounding Melen by stabbing them in their neck. "Fear not my friend." He shouted heartily at Melen. Melen was heartened at the sight of his friend and momentarily forgot his injury and thrust his sword into another spider, hurting it enough for it to flee but not enough to kill it. Melen and Berkengond joined hands and backed a bit getting closer to their own companions and turned to face the spiders headed at them.

11-16-2004, 02:40 PM	#1
Witch_Queen Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Oct 2003 Location: Pandora's box... "LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Posts: 344	The rain was falling and the ground beneath Thranduil's feet had already began to change to mudd. The number of the spiders had increased dramatically, he looked around to see how the others were doing. His nephew was making Thranduil even prouder of him at that moment. He knew when they returned that he would have alot of things to explain to the families of his fallen followers. The sight of the others fighting for their own life made Thranduil think back to his family at home. He was fighting for his son and wife. He was fighting for the people who believed in him. Without thinking about the current situation, Thranduil was unaware of the large six-legged spider approaching from behind him. "Thranduil look behind you!" At the sound of Nefal calling his name, Thranduil snappped back into reality. He turned in time to see the spider getting ready to wrap him in its soft silk string of unpridactable death. Thranduil pulled his sword out of its holder and swung it towards the oncoming invader. The spider leaned back to avoid the sharp piece of flying metal. With its good leg the spider knocked the sword out of Thranduil's hands and sent the sword flying across the mudd. Now Thranduil didn't know what to do. Running towards the spider with his small dagger held high, Thranduil slipped on a slick spot in the mudd and went to the ground. His dagger lay beside him as he lay there motionless. He feared for the worse. The spider came closer and closer, doing his best to regain his thoughts Thranduil rolled over on his side to attempt to stand up. Unfortunately before he was able to fully stand on his own legs, Thranduil felt something sharp go across the back of his leg. Now what? He thought to himself.I know I'm as good as dead. The others will have to continue without me. Looking at his leg, he noticed a cut in his clothes and what seemed like blood trying to escape his body. Thranduil reached for his dagger and turned to get "revenge" only to be pushed down by the spiders over-grown legs. I will not die here. The spider stood over the mudd covered, rain soaked, wounded King. With a thrust of his dagger, Thranduil brought the adult spider down upon himself. Pushing the spider aside, Thranduil stood up all the way. He looked around in the mudd to find his trademark sword. He knew if someone else was to find it that the kingdom will fear that the King met his fate in the dreaded forest surrounding Mirkwood. The cut on his leg seemed to worsen with the fighting going on around him. Thranduil wouldn't let his "flesh" wound drag him down. He needed to be with his men, he needed to fight for his family. Last edited by Witch_Queen; 11-17-2004 at 02:33 PM.

11-17-2004, 03:07 PM	#3
Hookbill the Goomba Alive without breath Join Date: Jan 2003 Location: On A Cold Wind To Valhalla Posts: 5,912	"This relentless attack will not stop!" cried Taruthol in disperse, "There are too many of them!" Thranduil stumbled, he looked injured. Taurthol turned to rush to his side, but a considerably large spider leapt him upon. It thrust its face up to Taurthol's but it was hewn from him. Taurthol got to his feet and began again to hack down more of the spiders. Thranduil had taken a long sword and done a great injury to one of the largest spiders. The other hideous things seemed a little despaired. Taurthol lifted his sword and cried aloud; "Elves! Let us rise up and do our duty!" With that the elves seemed to gain more energy from nowhere. They began to push the spiders back. Taurthol stood in the middle of the combat; the rain was battering down upon his head. He smiled, he thought he could see victory ahead. But as if to combat his thought, a spider of huge proportions smashed through the trees be hind him. Before Taurthol could swing around to draw his sword he was flung out of the path of the spider a long with many other elves. Swiftly he leaped to his feet and held his sword in a firm grip. A sudden burst of anger filled Taurthol as he saw Thranduil in distress. his injury was hindering his combat, more and more spiders came to him as if to spite them all. Leaping with all of his might, Taurthol dived into the belly of the largest spider. the sword drove deep into the belly of the beast and it let forth a huge cry of pain. Thranduil turned and nodded at Tauthol. The rain was beginning to clear, this was not good, the spiders began to re gain their confidence. Last edited by piosenniel; 11-17-2004 at 10:14 PM.

11-17-2004, 06:40 AM	#2
Hama Of The Riddermark Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 282	A spider reared over Nefal, catching him off guard and knocking him to the ground with a huge leg. As it drew closer, Nefal saw the teeth chattering and the many eyes bulging. It rearer again onto its hind legs, preparing to strike. Nefal looke up, determined to meet his death with open eyes and without fear, though inside he was quaking. He saw Lossenfirithion, inhumanly fast, jump clean over the spider's left shoulder with his sword drawn, spinning as he passed its head. What happened next was over so fast Nefal didn't see it, but he saw Firith land in front of him, without his sword. Looking up, he retched in horror to see the spider roaring frantically, trying to dislodge the sword that had punctured right through its head. It hurled itself at Firith, who flung himself to the side, grabbed the hild of his sword and pulled with all his might. The front of the spiders head split seconds before it would have crushed Nefal and it crashed to the ground. Nefal stood shakily up, looking at Lossenfirithion. Had it not been for him he would be dead now without doubt. He saw Firith arrogantly dust his cloak off, before he saw Thranduril wrestling with a spider on the ground. "Uncle!" He heard Firith shout as he startde to run towards Thranduril, both his long knives drawn and spinning round his hands...

11-22-2004, 12:47 PM	#4
Sleepy Ranger Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: On the field, kissing the 'Downs crest Posts: 1,654	Melen wasn't really sure what to do or how to do it as the spiders came crashing down upon them and perhaps it was by luck or Berkengond's courage and skill that Melen had survived through till now unharmed. Berkengond was letting loose bolt after bolt in quick succesion in attempts to take out the spiders but it wasn't working and he was running out of bolts. Melen was nervously looking around holding his sword with shaky hands, he had strayed away from Berkengond in the midst of the battle and when he saw their leader Thranduil fighting he was inspired enough. Melen blindly rushed forward swinging his sword at the oncoming rush of foes and by pure luck he managed to injure a few and in his blind foolishness he was surrounded by spiders, Melen though this was the end but he was ready to make it an end to be remembered if any of the party made it back. He thrust his sword into the spider closest to him hitting it right in the face, killing it istantly but this little victory of his own wouldn't last long as he was stabbed in the back of his leg by a stinger, he swung around slashing his sword without looking and quite accidentaly cut of the attackers stinger leaving it lodged just under his knee. Berkengond had seen his friend in trouble and wasted no time in rushing to him but he had just one bolt left he held the bolt as a small spear and made his way through the small party surrounding Melen by stabbing them in their neck. "Fear not my friend." He shouted heartily at Melen. Melen was heartened at the sight of his friend and momentarily forgot his injury and thrust his sword into another spider, hurting it enough for it to flee but not enough to kill it. Melen and Berkengond joined hands and backed a bit getting closer to their own companions and turned to face the spiders headed at them.