Post by runshak on Nov 28, 2005 16:37:21 GMT -5
A young Half-Elf wanders the plains of Rohan in silence. She is wearing a golden armor, with a sword and shield made of an longforgotten material, so it seems. Her helmet coveres her golden hair. Eressa has a faint glow around her, often highly respected, but sometimes a burden when dealing with less good creatures.
She is looking around, obvisously tracken something that has crossed these lands. A stamping horde of wild Uruk'Hai, not accepted in this country walked, here a few weeks ago. They carried the Half-Elf to the fortress of Saruman, the tower of Orthanc, leaving her noble steed behind.
"Dont fear Giurback, I'm on my way to find you where the Orcs left you when they took me away. No-one will stand in my way to find you. Even an whole army of Orcs and Trolls alike wont stand a chance keeping me away from you."
She is looking around, obvisously tracken something that has crossed these lands. A stamping horde of wild Uruk'Hai, not accepted in this country walked, here a few weeks ago. They carried the Half-Elf to the fortress of Saruman, the tower of Orthanc, leaving her noble steed behind.
"Dont fear Giurback, I'm on my way to find you where the Orcs left you when they took me away. No-one will stand in my way to find you. Even an whole army of Orcs and Trolls alike wont stand a chance keeping me away from you."