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Subject: illusions Author: halbarad [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:36:59 07/01/02 Mon Halbarad once again sought counsel with Gandalf the white. He searched for him and eventually found him again, this time he found him sitting in a cellar smoking his pipe. "Gandalf once more I seek your counsel. I received news from my brethren that they have regrouped and are planning an attack to retake to dike with me at their head. I wish to know is this a wise thought or just a last attempt at vengeance though it be foolish and it will doom my kin.” “I will say this to you. You will let them go unanswered.” “But my kin they need me at their head to lead them. My kin need me!” “And my kin need me!! They need me to finish what I started and do my job. It is very plain what I must do. I MUST KILL YOU!!!!!!!” Where seconds before had stood Gandalf their now stood an orc. It quickly slid from its crude belt a sword. It was a sword that was red with blood it was jagged and hooked. Halbarad jumped backwards as the orc drove the sword at him. The sword missed barely yet one of the hooks scored a hit and ripped his flesh on his leg open. Halbarad scrambled to hid feet avoiding blow after blow. None of them were very serious wounds but he got many cuts from the hooks and barbs. It was now that the orc swung the sword with all his might at Halbarads head only by the rangers of the north’s hawk like reflexes was he saved as the sword whistled by Halbarads ear. Halbarad while he ducked the sword took from the strap of his boot the knife he kept there for just such an attack. He jumped to his feet and avoiding the orc’s blows he drove the knife deep into its arm. The orc writhing in pain dropped his sword, that Halbarad kicked instantly out of reach. As the orc slowly and painfully pulled the knife out of his arm Halbarad drew his sword. He held his sword high and drove it down, his whole weight behind it, through the orc’s chest. The orc took a deep breath as one who knows death is coming. Halbarad shouted at the orc “ WHO WANTS ME DEAD, WHO?!?!?!” The orc replied “you will learn soon enough and you will pay!!” after these words the orc started cackling. The rage that grew inside Halbarad was enough to scare even the most courageous of foes. He pulled his sword from the orc and in one fluid movement span it round sending the orc’s head rolling to the back of the room. With that Halbarad took his leave, went to the nearest inn and rented a room. In his room he used his knowledge of herb law and what dried herbs he had in his satchel to heal his wounds. He than bandaged them and lay down, his thought wandering to who it was who wanted him dead? And who was it who was plotting against the free people of middle earth??? [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]