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An Unexpected Salvation
LoR - An Unexpected Salvation by Brickninja!, on Flickr
LoR - An Unexpected Salvation by Brickninja!, on Flickr
The riders closed the circle around the helpless knight as more red-clad foot soldiers arrived. The orcs, convinced their work was done, closed in for the kill, preparing to devour Sir Ian Ferguson. The leader of the Queen's men, however, knew otherwise. His longsword swept around and cleanly beheaded the first orc. The others halted, confused. "Not yet, ye filth," the red-cloaked man spat as the lifeless orc body slumped to the ground. "Queen wants this 'un alive." Sir Ian jolted. Me, wanted by the Queen?, he thought.Well I do suppose at the moment she wants all Garhims…dead
"Well, Ferguson," The Captain directed his attention sharply to the Garhim knight. "Ye've been given' us quite a bit of trouble. Personally I wouldn't think twice about lettin' them orcs clean ye out right now, but we've finally tracked ye down, an', we gotta take ye back to Lionshead Queen's orders." The mounted Captain looked coldly down at the shabby man. "Shackle him."
One of the foot soldiers approached Sir Ian with a pair of cuffs. "Aye boss--- 'EY, what's that?!" A horn sounded, clear and piercing through the crisp, chill air. Sir Ian knew it was now or never, and, punching the soldier hard, he bolted in the direction of the horn. The captain screamed: "Get him-- WHAT THE BLAZES?!" Over the snow drift bounded an armored man astride a strange creature, like an enormous wolf, and brandishing an equally terrifying battle-axe. He was quickly followed by a squad of soldiers, wielding spears and axes, and-Sir Ian breathed a sigh of relief- proudly flying the brilliant blue of Garheim. Thundering across the snow not 15 feet away were a company of horsemen. An orc was instantly relieved of its head. "CHARGE!!!" bellowed the figure on the wolf-creature, and the Queen's men, taken completely by surprise, were overwhelmed and pushed back. "STAND, YOU SCUM!!" hollered the captain, but most of his men broke and fled. "A fine horse you have there," proclaimed the mounted Garhim, and, with one mortal heave of his axe, knocked the captain from his mount. Sir Ian stood, in shock, still not quite able to process what had just happened. The man slid from the wolf creature as an orange-haired Garhim jogged up, clutching a spear. "Enemy has been routed completely, Sir," the man proclaimed. "Good, Jack. Loot the slain." Sir Ian could not help but stare as the man removed his kettle helm, an unusual choice for a knight, and swaggered forward on a peg leg. "Your reputation precedes, you, Sir Ferguson. The name's Sir Tarminus." He extended a rough hand. Sir Ian coughed, then:"How did you…" Aye!" Sir Tarminus laughed."The scruffy looks and pursuit by Queen's men was a dead giveaway."
An Unexpected Salvation
LoR - An Unexpected Salvation by Brickninja!, on Flickr
LoR - An Unexpected Salvation by Brickninja!, on FlickrThe riders closed the circle around the helpless knight as more red-clad foot soldiers arrived. The orcs, convinced their work was done, closed in for the kill, preparing to devour Sir Ian Ferguson. The leader of the Queen's men, however, knew otherwise. His longsword swept around and cleanly beheaded the first orc. The others halted, confused. "Not yet, ye filth," the red-cloaked man spat as the lifeless orc body slumped to the ground. "Queen wants this 'un alive." Sir Ian jolted. Me, wanted by the Queen?, he thought.Well I do suppose at the moment she wants all Garhims…dead
"Well, Ferguson," The Captain directed his attention sharply to the Garhim knight. "Ye've been given' us quite a bit of trouble. Personally I wouldn't think twice about lettin' them orcs clean ye out right now, but we've finally tracked ye down, an', we gotta take ye back to Lionshead Queen's orders." The mounted Captain looked coldly down at the shabby man. "Shackle him."
One of the foot soldiers approached Sir Ian with a pair of cuffs. "Aye boss--- 'EY, what's that?!" A horn sounded, clear and piercing through the crisp, chill air. Sir Ian knew it was now or never, and, punching the soldier hard, he bolted in the direction of the horn. The captain screamed: "Get him-- WHAT THE BLAZES?!" Over the snow drift bounded an armored man astride a strange creature, like an enormous wolf, and brandishing an equally terrifying battle-axe. He was quickly followed by a squad of soldiers, wielding spears and axes, and-Sir Ian breathed a sigh of relief- proudly flying the brilliant blue of Garheim. Thundering across the snow not 15 feet away were a company of horsemen. An orc was instantly relieved of its head. "CHARGE!!!" bellowed the figure on the wolf-creature, and the Queen's men, taken completely by surprise, were overwhelmed and pushed back. "STAND, YOU SCUM!!" hollered the captain, but most of his men broke and fled. "A fine horse you have there," proclaimed the mounted Garhim, and, with one mortal heave of his axe, knocked the captain from his mount. Sir Ian stood, in shock, still not quite able to process what had just happened. The man slid from the wolf creature as an orange-haired Garhim jogged up, clutching a spear. "Enemy has been routed completely, Sir," the man proclaimed. "Good, Jack. Loot the slain." Sir Ian could not help but stare as the man removed his kettle helm, an unusual choice for a knight, and swaggered forward on a peg leg. "Your reputation precedes, you, Sir Ferguson. The name's Sir Tarminus." He extended a rough hand. Sir Ian coughed, then:"How did you…" Aye!" Sir Tarminus laughed."The scruffy looks and pursuit by Queen's men was a dead giveaway."