Post by Tarmeon the Fading on Nov 15, 2005 10:06:24 GMT -5
« Thread Started on Oct 14, 2005, 8:15 by Eressa Melwasúl »
At the left side of the river Andiun, not far away from the spring, a small camp is built. A tent, a small fire, a bucket of water from what the horse is drinking and a small rack in which a sword, shield and banner is stored is all there is.
A woman, Half-Elf in nature, equipped with an gold-looking plate armor, half undonned to make it seat comfortable enough to rest a bit after an tiring journey. In her hand rests a glass of wine and every few minutes she takes a small swig from the drink.
She looks over the Andiun, the razor-sharp rocks looming up out of the unbroken water and the many fish who tried to make their way to the safest place, a spot without bears and birds to grab them out of the water. Off coarse they won't find that place since the birds and animals of prey are everywhere and they know where to find the fish, still searching that spot which don't exist.
'Sigh, what a restful day this was, wasn't it Giurback? We rode alot of miles today, all to this grand forest. Fangorn they call it. They also say many trees, uprooted and called Ents, hunt every intruder of this woods, Human and Orc alike.'
At once Giurback, the ladies' horse, dressed in plate barding, whinnies and knocks over the bucket of water.
'Ar, Giurback. There is nothing to be afraid of. As long as we don't cut those trees, they'll leave us alone. Sigh, why did you knocked down the bucket? Oh well, let me give you some new water.'
She walks to the shore and refills the bucket with the sparkling water of the river, and stations it right before the horse.
With a deep breath, she plumps down on her rock and picks up her glass of wine. The bottle with a cork stands next to her. a green eticet, probably of Elven hands. It tasted like the morning dew on an early sunday in the month, sweet but still strong of flavor.
'This way i could be here for weeks, you know that Giurback. Too bad that's impossible...sigh. If we only knew what the task is.'
« Reply #1 on Oct 14, 2005, 12:00 »
Screwda looked around. Trees, trees, trees and trees. He hated it. There was no space to walk, he continually got entangled by the overflow of roots and branches and there was a lack of food because everything ran away from him. He hated the forest.
Screwda was following the great river for days now, long days, since he needed to flee from the nasty humans who ran after him. This humans attacked him when Screwda finally reached a small human pyramid-shaped town fastened to a mountain. The humans closed the gates in front of him and a hail of arrows sprouted forth from the towers. Screwda fled back in eastern direction but when he realized that an army of orcs was waiting for him in Mordor, he changed his direction and started to follow the great river. To his regret.
Screwda spotted a shallow part of the river, a great place to cross it. He took a small jump and landed precisely at the shallow spot.
But what be way now? Where has Screwda to to go. Me needs some food but also someone to guard over the night. There might be some orcs around here, or even more.
Then the smell of fresh horse meat pierces into Screwda's sharp nose. He continued his way at the other side of the river while he notices small waves on the water when he walks.
That's why my food flees, they see me coming in the water. Screwda gots to be silent of the snake and still for the fish.
Screwda grins as he thinks of himself, eating a big, fat horse. Then the sound of a woman break trough the silence. Screwda paralyzes in his place, fearing that the humans tracked him down to kill him. After a few minutes he regains his breath and walks forward, following the smell of the horse.
Screwda got to know it, where horses be, be humans. Humans smell a bit like horses. Me gots to be careful.
After a few minutes Screwda reaches the camp. He could hear the horse whinny in fear. He takes a few steps close, while hiding behind a giant blackberry bush. Then he jumps forward trying to grab the horse, and misses.
Then, the sound of smooth metal makes him shiver. He looks around and sees a kind of women, humanoid with obvious elf-like features.
« Reply #2 on Oct 16, 2005, 14:08 »
Eressa looks back in a reflex of the loud sound of an hungry Troll. His gaint claws rips trough the air, leaving an noise of moving oxygen behind it.
Giurback winnies again, much louder the before, and begins to pull on its bridle, bound to a tree. He is surly and manages to escape from the huge tree.
He runs a few metres back and hides behind another tree, hulking above the camp, and winnies.
As a reflex, Eressa jumps to her sword and shield and takes a defensive position.
"I don't know what you are doing in this forest, Thrall of Morgoth, but you'd better leave now before i implant my sword between your ribs."
/elven: "If that thing dares to sticks out his finger to my horse, he is going to see his infernal master, Morgoth."
She waits for the actions of the gaint Troll and readies herself that when the Troll acts hostile to her, her horse or her possesions, she chops of the ernormous hand.
« Reply #4 on Oct 17, 2005, 10:36 »
"If you think you can confuse me you are wrong, filthy Troll, nor can you frighten me. I will stab my sword between YOUR ribs idiot. Why should i ever trust a servant of Mordor?"
From the corner of her eye she looks towards her horse, suddenly focusing back to the hulking gaint.
"Anyway, i will tell my story, if you tell your, though i know where you up to, killing innocent people for that is the will of your master, Sauron.
I am an half-elf, i have one human and one elven parent. I am the champion of good, sent by the Gods to conquer the Great Evil and i will kill you when you try to touch me, my horse or my possesion or commit a vile deed.
Now tell me, what are you doing here, villian? Tell me quickly for i give you only a few minutes to give me a good reason not to kill you, foul being."
« Reply #5 on Oct 17, 2005, 11:34 »
Screwda muscles contract as he hears the name of the one who caused his suffering, . He feels gusts of his past. The pain, the depressing sound of cheering orcs and most of all the iron chains around his wrists and ankles. It feels like the past is trying to drag him back. A mental trial-of-strength rages through his mind and disappears with a huge roar of frustration. The roar makes the ground tremble and the noble steed whinnies in fear again.
"Screwda broke the chains, tha filty orcs and that wracked Sauron is not my master!!!"
Screwda takes a few steps back and try to consider being a little bit more calmly.
"Me not be one of them orcs, me don't serve Mordor and me don't understand you. Screwda hates them orcs. They did this to me."
Screwda takes of his leather helmet and shows the half elf what it's hiding. At the top of his bald head is a symbol written. It's a bad illustration of Saurons eye obviously made by a blunt cutting device. The dried up bloodstains colors the macabre tattoo. Screwda puts the cap back at his head and shows the lot of scars his body is filled with.
"Me once wants to take vengeance at them stinky orcs and give them a painful and horrible death."
« Reply #6 on Oct 17, 2005, 14:16 »
In her thoughts Eressa considers the options in this situation.
Is this Troll, who says to hate Sauron and his minions, trustworthy? Saurons eye is carved in his forehead, so he at least WAS one of his mindslaves. His rage is obvious, but he could have acted it, although i think he is too stupid for that.
She glances at the gasping Troll and overthinks the option.
On the other hand, he is raging only by the name of Sauron, Orcs and Humans. I think he hates them with true passion. I think this Troll could be a good and loyal follower of the Greater Good. If only...
She decides to lower her sword, still ready to act immediately if she has to.
"Good, for now, i'll give you a chance to probe yourself trustworthy, but there are a few rules. First, i give you the choise to prove yourself. I don't trust you, but you can earn my trust.
Do...You...Want...That?"
« Reply #7 on Oct 26, 2005, 7:30 »
Screwda listens patiently to the half-elven woman. She offers her trust but she obviously wants something in return.
I've only seen a few elves in my life. The elven men shouted and threatened. The elf females usually scream and flee. This one doesn't attack nor flee. Maybe this elf can be trusted. Me can't flee forever. Screwda needs an ally. I need to trust her, and I'm hungry."
Screwda looks down at the half elf. She had put her sword away and her brave horse was calming down.
"Screwda doesn't trust your human kind and their arrows. And wonders why your elven kind doesn't scream. So, tell me what to do to earn your trust. And if you deliver me to orcs or humans, Screwda will rip you apart and eat you. Me's hungry."
« Reply #8 on Oct 26, 2005, 13:29 »
Eressa sighs, obviously relieved, and stares at the hulking Troll, who is still a great danger in her eyes.
"First of all, i am not the same as allother Elfs, and i am sure that not every Elf acts alike. There are Elven men who don't treat every-one in their path, nor do all Elven woman flee and scream.
I fought many battles against your kind, Troll, and slaughered alot of them. If we want you to stay alive, not to be slayed by my hands, we need to find you some food, before you touch my horse. Touch him, and you die.
I think you're races' hungre isn't stilled by some fish, even alot fish, so we need a few deers, maybe a boar."
She examines the beasts belly, which is vast.
"It will not be easy to find food with your.....length. If you stay here, i'll find some food, but i don't leave my equipment here with you, nor my horse."
she walks to her treetrunk and retrieves her armorpieces and fastens it to her golden plate. She walks to Giurback, cares him on his nose, and leads him back to the camp, and whipers something in his ears:
"He will not harm you Giurback, he will not. and if he tries, i will harm him. I promise you that, my faithfull companion."
she pickes up her shield and banner, and leaves the minor stuff behind. a bucket of water, a rope around a tree and the like.
"Wait here untill i return, and i will. Don't think that i will leave you, because i won't do that to any creature, Elf and Troll alike, as long as they donnot demolish my posessions.
So if i return in an hour or somewhat, all my stuff is still here, unbroken, unharmed.
My last tip, don't harm the trees, they could wake up here."
Then she rides away with a command to her steed, into the dense forest.
« Reply #9 on Oct 30, 2005, 11:29 »
Screwda looks at the leaving half-elf while his simple thoughts look over the last few minutes.
I still don't trust tha elf. She treathens me, at least tries. Hah, she's just as weak as every screaming elf. She didn't have felt orc toruring. She didn't even face one of their leaders with one of tha monsters. Me got a strong mind and didn't go craze. Screwda is strong AND big. Hah, I don't have to fear her. But she's usefull to get food, and maybe as food.
Screwda grinned as he looked around, inspecting what the half-elf worried about so much. Screwda sees only some useless objects. He empties the bucked with one gulp and walks back to the river. A small school of fish passes closely to the shore.
"Fish can be nice, too. Everything that's no orc-food nor orc be tasty."
Screwda spends the time with fishing till the half-elf returns.
At the left side of the river Andiun, not far away from the spring, a small camp is built. A tent, a small fire, a bucket of water from what the horse is drinking and a small rack in which a sword, shield and banner is stored is all there is.
A woman, Half-Elf in nature, equipped with an gold-looking plate armor, half undonned to make it seat comfortable enough to rest a bit after an tiring journey. In her hand rests a glass of wine and every few minutes she takes a small swig from the drink.
She looks over the Andiun, the razor-sharp rocks looming up out of the unbroken water and the many fish who tried to make their way to the safest place, a spot without bears and birds to grab them out of the water. Off coarse they won't find that place since the birds and animals of prey are everywhere and they know where to find the fish, still searching that spot which don't exist.
'Sigh, what a restful day this was, wasn't it Giurback? We rode alot of miles today, all to this grand forest. Fangorn they call it. They also say many trees, uprooted and called Ents, hunt every intruder of this woods, Human and Orc alike.'
At once Giurback, the ladies' horse, dressed in plate barding, whinnies and knocks over the bucket of water.
'Ar, Giurback. There is nothing to be afraid of. As long as we don't cut those trees, they'll leave us alone. Sigh, why did you knocked down the bucket? Oh well, let me give you some new water.'
She walks to the shore and refills the bucket with the sparkling water of the river, and stations it right before the horse.
With a deep breath, she plumps down on her rock and picks up her glass of wine. The bottle with a cork stands next to her. a green eticet, probably of Elven hands. It tasted like the morning dew on an early sunday in the month, sweet but still strong of flavor.
'This way i could be here for weeks, you know that Giurback. Too bad that's impossible...sigh. If we only knew what the task is.'
« Reply #1 on Oct 14, 2005, 12:00 »
Screwda looked around. Trees, trees, trees and trees. He hated it. There was no space to walk, he continually got entangled by the overflow of roots and branches and there was a lack of food because everything ran away from him. He hated the forest.
Screwda was following the great river for days now, long days, since he needed to flee from the nasty humans who ran after him. This humans attacked him when Screwda finally reached a small human pyramid-shaped town fastened to a mountain. The humans closed the gates in front of him and a hail of arrows sprouted forth from the towers. Screwda fled back in eastern direction but when he realized that an army of orcs was waiting for him in Mordor, he changed his direction and started to follow the great river. To his regret.
Screwda spotted a shallow part of the river, a great place to cross it. He took a small jump and landed precisely at the shallow spot.
But what be way now? Where has Screwda to to go. Me needs some food but also someone to guard over the night. There might be some orcs around here, or even more.
Then the smell of fresh horse meat pierces into Screwda's sharp nose. He continued his way at the other side of the river while he notices small waves on the water when he walks.
That's why my food flees, they see me coming in the water. Screwda gots to be silent of the snake and still for the fish.
Screwda grins as he thinks of himself, eating a big, fat horse. Then the sound of a woman break trough the silence. Screwda paralyzes in his place, fearing that the humans tracked him down to kill him. After a few minutes he regains his breath and walks forward, following the smell of the horse.
Screwda got to know it, where horses be, be humans. Humans smell a bit like horses. Me gots to be careful.
After a few minutes Screwda reaches the camp. He could hear the horse whinny in fear. He takes a few steps close, while hiding behind a giant blackberry bush. Then he jumps forward trying to grab the horse, and misses.
Then, the sound of smooth metal makes him shiver. He looks around and sees a kind of women, humanoid with obvious elf-like features.
« Reply #2 on Oct 16, 2005, 14:08 »
Eressa looks back in a reflex of the loud sound of an hungry Troll. His gaint claws rips trough the air, leaving an noise of moving oxygen behind it.
Giurback winnies again, much louder the before, and begins to pull on its bridle, bound to a tree. He is surly and manages to escape from the huge tree.
He runs a few metres back and hides behind another tree, hulking above the camp, and winnies.
As a reflex, Eressa jumps to her sword and shield and takes a defensive position.
"I don't know what you are doing in this forest, Thrall of Morgoth, but you'd better leave now before i implant my sword between your ribs."
/elven: "If that thing dares to sticks out his finger to my horse, he is going to see his infernal master, Morgoth."
She waits for the actions of the gaint Troll and readies herself that when the Troll acts hostile to her, her horse or her possesions, she chops of the ernormous hand.
« Reply #4 on Oct 17, 2005, 10:36 »
"If you think you can confuse me you are wrong, filthy Troll, nor can you frighten me. I will stab my sword between YOUR ribs idiot. Why should i ever trust a servant of Mordor?"
From the corner of her eye she looks towards her horse, suddenly focusing back to the hulking gaint.
"Anyway, i will tell my story, if you tell your, though i know where you up to, killing innocent people for that is the will of your master, Sauron.
I am an half-elf, i have one human and one elven parent. I am the champion of good, sent by the Gods to conquer the Great Evil and i will kill you when you try to touch me, my horse or my possesion or commit a vile deed.
Now tell me, what are you doing here, villian? Tell me quickly for i give you only a few minutes to give me a good reason not to kill you, foul being."
« Reply #5 on Oct 17, 2005, 11:34 »
Screwda muscles contract as he hears the name of the one who caused his suffering, . He feels gusts of his past. The pain, the depressing sound of cheering orcs and most of all the iron chains around his wrists and ankles. It feels like the past is trying to drag him back. A mental trial-of-strength rages through his mind and disappears with a huge roar of frustration. The roar makes the ground tremble and the noble steed whinnies in fear again.
"Screwda broke the chains, tha filty orcs and that wracked Sauron is not my master!!!"
Screwda takes a few steps back and try to consider being a little bit more calmly.
"Me not be one of them orcs, me don't serve Mordor and me don't understand you. Screwda hates them orcs. They did this to me."
Screwda takes of his leather helmet and shows the half elf what it's hiding. At the top of his bald head is a symbol written. It's a bad illustration of Saurons eye obviously made by a blunt cutting device. The dried up bloodstains colors the macabre tattoo. Screwda puts the cap back at his head and shows the lot of scars his body is filled with.
"Me once wants to take vengeance at them stinky orcs and give them a painful and horrible death."
« Reply #6 on Oct 17, 2005, 14:16 »
In her thoughts Eressa considers the options in this situation.
Is this Troll, who says to hate Sauron and his minions, trustworthy? Saurons eye is carved in his forehead, so he at least WAS one of his mindslaves. His rage is obvious, but he could have acted it, although i think he is too stupid for that.
She glances at the gasping Troll and overthinks the option.
On the other hand, he is raging only by the name of Sauron, Orcs and Humans. I think he hates them with true passion. I think this Troll could be a good and loyal follower of the Greater Good. If only...
She decides to lower her sword, still ready to act immediately if she has to.
"Good, for now, i'll give you a chance to probe yourself trustworthy, but there are a few rules. First, i give you the choise to prove yourself. I don't trust you, but you can earn my trust.
Do...You...Want...That?"
« Reply #7 on Oct 26, 2005, 7:30 »
Screwda listens patiently to the half-elven woman. She offers her trust but she obviously wants something in return.
I've only seen a few elves in my life. The elven men shouted and threatened. The elf females usually scream and flee. This one doesn't attack nor flee. Maybe this elf can be trusted. Me can't flee forever. Screwda needs an ally. I need to trust her, and I'm hungry."
Screwda looks down at the half elf. She had put her sword away and her brave horse was calming down.
"Screwda doesn't trust your human kind and their arrows. And wonders why your elven kind doesn't scream. So, tell me what to do to earn your trust. And if you deliver me to orcs or humans, Screwda will rip you apart and eat you. Me's hungry."
« Reply #8 on Oct 26, 2005, 13:29 »
Eressa sighs, obviously relieved, and stares at the hulking Troll, who is still a great danger in her eyes.
"First of all, i am not the same as allother Elfs, and i am sure that not every Elf acts alike. There are Elven men who don't treat every-one in their path, nor do all Elven woman flee and scream.
I fought many battles against your kind, Troll, and slaughered alot of them. If we want you to stay alive, not to be slayed by my hands, we need to find you some food, before you touch my horse. Touch him, and you die.
I think you're races' hungre isn't stilled by some fish, even alot fish, so we need a few deers, maybe a boar."
She examines the beasts belly, which is vast.
"It will not be easy to find food with your.....length. If you stay here, i'll find some food, but i don't leave my equipment here with you, nor my horse."
she walks to her treetrunk and retrieves her armorpieces and fastens it to her golden plate. She walks to Giurback, cares him on his nose, and leads him back to the camp, and whipers something in his ears:
"He will not harm you Giurback, he will not. and if he tries, i will harm him. I promise you that, my faithfull companion."
she pickes up her shield and banner, and leaves the minor stuff behind. a bucket of water, a rope around a tree and the like.
"Wait here untill i return, and i will. Don't think that i will leave you, because i won't do that to any creature, Elf and Troll alike, as long as they donnot demolish my posessions.
So if i return in an hour or somewhat, all my stuff is still here, unbroken, unharmed.
My last tip, don't harm the trees, they could wake up here."
Then she rides away with a command to her steed, into the dense forest.
« Reply #9 on Oct 30, 2005, 11:29 »
Screwda looks at the leaving half-elf while his simple thoughts look over the last few minutes.
I still don't trust tha elf. She treathens me, at least tries. Hah, she's just as weak as every screaming elf. She didn't have felt orc toruring. She didn't even face one of their leaders with one of tha monsters. Me got a strong mind and didn't go craze. Screwda is strong AND big. Hah, I don't have to fear her. But she's usefull to get food, and maybe as food.
Screwda grinned as he looked around, inspecting what the half-elf worried about so much. Screwda sees only some useless objects. He empties the bucked with one gulp and walks back to the river. A small school of fish passes closely to the shore.
"Fish can be nice, too. Everything that's no orc-food nor orc be tasty."
Screwda spends the time with fishing till the half-elf returns.