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Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@Vas Khaleen @Vas Khaleen @Silmaril

Theorcs blow did not connect as one of the dwarves intercepted the blow. Knocking the knife aside with a shield and crushing the vile creature's head in with a mighty blow from his warhammer. Giving no time for thanks to be offered the dwarves of the caravan thundered after the retreating orcs. Wanting to vanquish the foe of their race for good. If there was one creature that could bring all races to a quick agreeent, it was orcs and Sauron's vile creations. For the dark shadow of Mordor was a blight uppn the land and everyone well knew the shadow was netter faced together than alone. The weepong mother helped Ireth to her feet plying the young woman with many tokens of gratitudes. Her child clinging to her and bawling. Leading the young woman off to the side and the embers of a near dead fore, she left here there to pull dead from the carnage. Another woman just as dressed and in fair enough likeness to kin, perhaps sister, to the mother she had helped began to see to her wounds and forcing many a luke warmed brew into Ireth's hands tp be drunk.

Darcyn sputtered and cursed fouly but he had stopped brandishing his sword about. Turning about he stormed towards the came spatting in the Harad woman's direction. "Flithy heathen wench." No doubt he would nurse his wounded ego until he came about to a way pf thinking he was in the clear and the elf was all to blame. Though perhaps it would be the woman or the dwarves. Or Giles Wigby the master of thr caravan himself. Yes, Darcyn was a man of stout resolve that he was what the world was about.

As Agarwaen turned about he would see a faint trail left on the puddled and musdied ground. Swiftly heading to the road. For all the young elf was young, she stood roughly up to his chest. If not a tad shorter. But with the familiar cloak and her voice. He would not have been admist in linking it to a young lad who was with the caravan. Lathranien well knew these things and was truely hurryong for the road so she could perhaps escape the elf's notice.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@Vas Khaleen My Post should be up tommorrow if work doesn't drive me crazy. Vas, Go ahead and reply to 13org if you wish!

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

Same here! Ive been pulling all nighters for a while. So i should have a post up tonight.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@Masterkeun srry for the late reply! And my advice is just read through the IC. Camp has just been attacked. Theres a odd woman on a hill a wee ways off with the orcs. And Darcyn is being his usual lovely (jerk) self.

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@shylarah working on a post. XD

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@Dutchess Sarah accepted

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@Vas Khaleen @Silmaril @13org
Post up!

Vas i need posts from you lass! Got to keep this moving!

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@13org @Silmaril @Vas Khaleen

The young elleth tumvled from the elder's arms, yanking her hood over her. It was hardly the most comfortable being soaked through with rain. Not caring or really noticing the two orcs fall she scrambled for the hedge in which she had hidden away in. Both of the creatures of darkness did in fact fall, for they were full of the bloodlust of battle and wanting greed. Wincing at the cries and screams of the attack about her, Lathranien snatched up her bow and the quiver, shoving her way through the branches to stumble into the elven man once more. "Many thanks to you." Her words quiet as she rushed for the road. Wanting to be away before the elf realized. Before the orcs killed them all. Before things got worse.

As the orc turned to deliever a swing of his sword upon Ireth, he paused and began to limp off. For several hillocks away came the sound of a horn. And had ot not been the dark of night and raining one might have seen the cloaked figure of a women, the orcs running towards her with goods from the caravan, women and no few childern they had snatched away. Their numbers were diminished but it was no matter for the hard eyes that watched them. The task was done. They had suffiecent captivea for her means and if they needed more? There would be more about. The orcs growled and ripped a child from irs mother's grasp, limping from Ireth to join the flow of fleeing orcs. The ground, the camp they left behind them in shambled and the wails of mourning floating on the air. Many of their numbers had fallen but so too had many of the caravan. For it had been dark and the security of Darcyn and his men had been lacking. The Dwarves all stood and the Haradim woman with them. For all she was such they seemed to have warmed to her in the battle. Carts were overturned, wagons broken. Bodies of men, Darcyn's mostly, littered the bloodied ground with the bodies of orcs. But still the rain came. Hard and steady. As if to cleanse the earth of this taint. The woman whose child was taken wailed beside Ireth. Her child crying back, struggling as the orc ran.

Darcyn himself was chasing after the orcs, limping on one leg and cursing them fouly. His fist griiping his sword with white knuckles, any shield he had long since shattered. He cursed the orcs, the dwarves- for surely theor noise brought the dark servants to them. He swore at the elf for abandoning the foght then paused as he saw said elf and limped towards Agarwaen with a beginning of a barage of insults. Hos drunken battle overriding sense. Lathranien had sense enough to pause her flight from the elf and shrink back into the brush. Many in the camp knew a drunk Darcyn was a damgerous one. One on a battle fueled rage? Didnt bear thinking about. "-Damned pointy eared wench! Fleeing ter yer safe lil' forests whenever danger shows up! Cowardly tippy women with not a man among your lot! Cower in you cities while the rest of us bleed 'n die!" He snarled adding more words about Agarwaen's peferrence in suspected 'mates'. Darcyn looked like some crazed man and in most parts it was true. Cut up, his eyes were wide with more white showing than ever should. His beard in a tangle and spitting the blood that filled his mouth from a busted lip and a few more lost teeth. He advanced on the elf sword brandished about in his rage. There were no lrvs here but to the Man... A elf was just as good, or just as bad.

Over the Misty Mountains [LOTR] [Hobbit]

@Dutchess Sarah still got room. :)

Fae Courtis: The Wylde Hunt (Reboot)

@Belle *pats head* Don't worry. I'm sure Falk can handle two wives.

@shylarah Whose to say Falk is still married and Drasil isn't just being clingy?