Post by glorfindel on Aug 17, 2014 4:44:51 GMT -8
For over a month Glorfindel and his band seeked and destroyed the dragon soldiers in the mountainous regions of Garheim. Battered and weary the heroes decided to move south to have a rest from bloody battles and long marches. Over all this time the company lost only the hardened old warrior. As soon as the Garheims set down beside a small ravine and had breakfast Glorfindel and a wood elf scouted the place. When they stood at the edge of the ravine the elves heard shouts, clamour of weapons and songs of the bowstrings. After a few moments from one end of the ravine ran a man in a helm and a quiver on his back. "He must be a Lenfel," thought Glorfindel "Green sleeves and a helm from darkened steel, yep it's a tree-hugger!". Meanwhile from the other end a tall man appeared. He had a small beard and a merry face. On his head he had a strange woollen hat and he wore black clothes. His pauldrons bore the red cape of Loreos. "Hmmmm..." continued to think Glorfindel "That is not just some Loreesi, his face is not of the desert people, and the weapon is strange and guardless with an ornamented hilt, the blade slightly curved while Loreesi fight with straight swords..." While the elf continued to wonder the two warriors cleaned their blades off blood and slowly approached the scouts.
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Glorfindel, Girnion and their companions cheerfully talked as they strolled down to the camp. The path lead past a small cliff. Girnion's sharp eyes noticed a small hole in the face of the cliff, unseen earlier. Without much argument the company decided to check the inside of the hole. Glorfindel lit a torch and entered the darkness. The hole opened up into a big cave. Its stone walls were rugged and old like the world. On the floor there lay a skeleton and a few bones. A rat panicking ran from the torchlight. Miroslav, a lone Skuda warrior from the steppes of northern Loreos came in next with Guillume the Lenfel ranger and Girnion followed. They were fully inspecting the cave when suddenly the company heard muffled voices. The elves and men moved further and further into the cave...
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Glorfindel, Girnion and their companions cheerfully talked as they strolled down to the camp. The path lead past a small cliff. Girnion's sharp eyes noticed a small hole in the face of the cliff, unseen earlier. Without much argument the company decided to check the inside of the hole. Glorfindel lit a torch and entered the darkness. The hole opened up into a big cave. Its stone walls were rugged and old like the world. On the floor there lay a skeleton and a few bones. A rat panicking ran from the torchlight. Miroslav, a lone Skuda warrior from the steppes of northern Loreos came in next with Guillume the Lenfel ranger and Girnion followed. They were fully inspecting the cave when suddenly the company heard muffled voices. The elves and men moved further and further into the cave...
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