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Paladin Dave
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As Burn made his way into where the fighting had taken place, his eyes caught movement among the corpses of Orcs and Men who fell in the raid. Moving quickly despite his armor that weighed him down, the Outrider rushed across the blood-stained ground, taking in the smoky air in heavy breaths as he came upon an Orc that was still quite alive, and trying to crawl away unseen.
It was not alerted to his discovery until Burn's boot drove into his side, evoking a shrill cry of pain as he was knocked over onto his back. Burn reached out and seized the Orc by his neck, heaving him up off the ground without mercy.
The dark-skinned, foul-smelling creature glared up with his red eyes as he tightened his grip around Burn's arm, willing him to let go, but saying nothing as he growled up at his captor. Burn inspected his prey, glancing him up and down for wounds and finding only a seeping flow of black blood dripping from the back of his leg. Most likely, he'd been hamstrung and forgotten in someone's carelessness; possibly Burn's. But carelessness might not be the right word, for this worked to his benefit.
"You will not die from that wound, filth." Burn growled through his helm and the cloth mask beneath it. "Tell me what I want to know, and I will reward you by severing your head, and nothing more."
The Orc spat at Burn, the goo clinging to his faceplate. "Pah! That ain't no reward, horsey-boy!" he protested.
"It is if the alternative is for me to kill you in as slow and agonizing a way possible, to the point where you will beg me for death WEEKS before I finally allow you to die." Burn retorted, drawing the monster close as he made his threat.
The Orc's only reply was to sniff curiously with his large, pointed nose and grumble, "...You smell funny."
Burn threw him down, demanding, "An ORC dares to insult how my odor?! I am not vain, but you are most certainly a pe--"
"No, ya dumb lout!" the Orc barked, despite Burn's foot on his chest. "I mean ya don't smell like most horsey-boys I done runnacross! Ya-OOOOOWW!!!" the putrid creature wailed in agony as Burn repeatedly stomped and kicked him, continuing to whale upon his already bruised frame. The warrior didn't stop until his victim was crying out for mercy, at which point he harshly took the Orc by the neck again and lifted him up to his toes.
"...Tell me who sent you. Tell me why. And tell me where I can take my brethren to kill them." Burn demanded in a low growl. The Orc whimpered, flinching away from the cold-hearted Outrider as he squeaked out,
"...The Commander! He's the boss! He's sendin' us out to whack your chances of an early notice! ...What'd he say... er... er! Please, don't hurt me!" the Orc pleaded pitifully. "He wanted us to kill the horsey-folk out here so his army could come through unseed, get supplies, and face on the big horsey-boys and kill 'em!"
"And where do I go to kill this self-proclaimed Commander?" Burn asked, shaking the Orc slightly.
The creature's heart was not brave, but he was defiant as he knew that death would soon come. "Ha... you can't kill 'im!" he challenged the Outrider. Burn answered by calmly tightening his grip on the Orc's throat until it gagged, then loosening as he tried to speak. "GLAAAK! Nugh! Nogh... no! Gah..." it panted. "He's... h-h-he's hidin' out in the mountains... not too far f-from Isengard!"
"How will I recognize him?"
The Orc thought for a moment, his eyes nervously darting around. "Er... big. Bigger 'an you! Heavy, hard, dark armor, kinda rusty... wears a helmet what's got a white hand slapped on! He ain't the only one with 'em, but 'e's the meanest! I don't care how big you are, he'll eat ya! Even if he don't got all his boys ready, he don't need 'em to kill YOU! He-eeeeHURGH!" the Orc began gurgling and gasping through Burn's iron grip as it closed around his neck like the hangman's noose, and then just as suddenly threw him down to the ground.
The Orc heard a sword being unsheathed, but could see only stars and strange dark shapes moving around over him. He saw a bright, flickering beam of light, and then felt a sharp pain. His vision was clear for just a moment, but only long enough for him to look at the headless neck of an Orc right beside him. He tried to gasp, and failed. His eyes darted around nervously, and he then noticed a large black mole on the bleeding neck. "Hey... that's... mine...!" was his last thought as the blood-red eyes in his disembodied head glazed over, looking like rubies set in a macabre battle-trophy.
Burn trudged back up to the group, cleaning black blood from his sword as he went. "I have our information. Milord, I've a location to give to you for our next objective... and for the rest of you, I'm afraid I've little more than the knowledge of who has wronged you so horribly today." he announced grimly.
It was not alerted to his discovery until Burn's boot drove into his side, evoking a shrill cry of pain as he was knocked over onto his back. Burn reached out and seized the Orc by his neck, heaving him up off the ground without mercy.
The dark-skinned, foul-smelling creature glared up with his red eyes as he tightened his grip around Burn's arm, willing him to let go, but saying nothing as he growled up at his captor. Burn inspected his prey, glancing him up and down for wounds and finding only a seeping flow of black blood dripping from the back of his leg. Most likely, he'd been hamstrung and forgotten in someone's carelessness; possibly Burn's. But carelessness might not be the right word, for this worked to his benefit.
"You will not die from that wound, filth." Burn growled through his helm and the cloth mask beneath it. "Tell me what I want to know, and I will reward you by severing your head, and nothing more."
The Orc spat at Burn, the goo clinging to his faceplate. "Pah! That ain't no reward, horsey-boy!" he protested.
"It is if the alternative is for me to kill you in as slow and agonizing a way possible, to the point where you will beg me for death WEEKS before I finally allow you to die." Burn retorted, drawing the monster close as he made his threat.
The Orc's only reply was to sniff curiously with his large, pointed nose and grumble, "...You smell funny."
Burn threw him down, demanding, "An ORC dares to insult how my odor?! I am not vain, but you are most certainly a pe--"
"No, ya dumb lout!" the Orc barked, despite Burn's foot on his chest. "I mean ya don't smell like most horsey-boys I done runnacross! Ya-OOOOOWW!!!" the putrid creature wailed in agony as Burn repeatedly stomped and kicked him, continuing to whale upon his already bruised frame. The warrior didn't stop until his victim was crying out for mercy, at which point he harshly took the Orc by the neck again and lifted him up to his toes.
"...Tell me who sent you. Tell me why. And tell me where I can take my brethren to kill them." Burn demanded in a low growl. The Orc whimpered, flinching away from the cold-hearted Outrider as he squeaked out,
"...The Commander! He's the boss! He's sendin' us out to whack your chances of an early notice! ...What'd he say... er... er! Please, don't hurt me!" the Orc pleaded pitifully. "He wanted us to kill the horsey-folk out here so his army could come through unseed, get supplies, and face on the big horsey-boys and kill 'em!"
"And where do I go to kill this self-proclaimed Commander?" Burn asked, shaking the Orc slightly.
The creature's heart was not brave, but he was defiant as he knew that death would soon come. "Ha... you can't kill 'im!" he challenged the Outrider. Burn answered by calmly tightening his grip on the Orc's throat until it gagged, then loosening as he tried to speak. "GLAAAK! Nugh! Nogh... no! Gah..." it panted. "He's... h-h-he's hidin' out in the mountains... not too far f-from Isengard!"
"How will I recognize him?"
The Orc thought for a moment, his eyes nervously darting around. "Er... big. Bigger 'an you! Heavy, hard, dark armor, kinda rusty... wears a helmet what's got a white hand slapped on! He ain't the only one with 'em, but 'e's the meanest! I don't care how big you are, he'll eat ya! Even if he don't got all his boys ready, he don't need 'em to kill YOU! He-eeeeHURGH!" the Orc began gurgling and gasping through Burn's iron grip as it closed around his neck like the hangman's noose, and then just as suddenly threw him down to the ground.
The Orc heard a sword being unsheathed, but could see only stars and strange dark shapes moving around over him. He saw a bright, flickering beam of light, and then felt a sharp pain. His vision was clear for just a moment, but only long enough for him to look at the headless neck of an Orc right beside him. He tried to gasp, and failed. His eyes darted around nervously, and he then noticed a large black mole on the bleeding neck. "Hey... that's... mine...!" was his last thought as the blood-red eyes in his disembodied head glazed over, looking like rubies set in a macabre battle-trophy.
Burn trudged back up to the group, cleaning black blood from his sword as he went. "I have our information. Milord, I've a location to give to you for our next objective... and for the rest of you, I'm afraid I've little more than the knowledge of who has wronged you so horribly today." he announced grimly.
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To the side a ways, Thom had his good arm around Mary, trying to comfort her. "Everything will be fine, Mary. You'll see. We can rebuild our little thatch and live on it just like before. Eventually people will come and things will be like they used to be."
Mary would have none of his gentleness. "It's no good, Thom! We barely could get by as it was with the help of the few people who pitied us in this horrid village. And now our home... destroyed again..." She shook her head, sweaty blonde strands flying about her face. "I don't know what we'll do this time."
Mary would have none of his gentleness. "It's no good, Thom! We barely could get by as it was with the help of the few people who pitied us in this horrid village. And now our home... destroyed again..." She shook her head, sweaty blonde strands flying about her face. "I don't know what we'll do this time."
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Simple misunderstanding))((Thom and Mary? Children? o.o.... k... Anyway let's get this moving....I can see if I don't post this that the thing is going to die for a long time! HOPHIPHOP TO IT! AttenTION! Post, talk, give a idea, post get the story going.))
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cyberwing
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Isi sighed, "Well? What now?" She wasn't sure what anyone would do. Would they leave her behind? A blind woman was not valued very highly by the complete in her experience. Rohirrim would not wish to have her along, of that she was sure. She knew overwhelming fear at the unknown assailing her momentarily. Isi bit her lip gently and tried not to sound bitter or worse...pitiful. She hated pity. The sort of pity that put her down below everyone else. Isi might not have their sight but she was not without merit in other areas.
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((See the OOC, please. I have a question for everyone after this post.))
"What now?" Burn asked, needlessly repeating Isi's question. "Now, we get word back to Edoras somehow, and get the army launched to distract whatever forces this black Commander has amassed. While they are engaged, someone, whom I hope to be among, will assassinate the wretch, and this war will be over before it has even started. ... What your part in this is, though, I cannot say." a twinge of guilt was on his voice as he said the last part. He felt sorry for Isi; unable to do anything to help herself, much less anyone else. Burn hated to think like that, but it was true. What would happen to her, he wondered?
"What now?" Burn asked, needlessly repeating Isi's question. "Now, we get word back to Edoras somehow, and get the army launched to distract whatever forces this black Commander has amassed. While they are engaged, someone, whom I hope to be among, will assassinate the wretch, and this war will be over before it has even started. ... What your part in this is, though, I cannot say." a twinge of guilt was on his voice as he said the last part. He felt sorry for Isi; unable to do anything to help herself, much less anyone else. Burn hated to think like that, but it was true. What would happen to her, he wondered?
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cyberwing
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Isi tried to move but stumbled and her hand touched a river of black blood coming from the dead Orc. She gasped for suddenly in her mind she could 'see' the Uruk Hai. She had only seen like this twice before, when her father had touched her eyes once as a small child and once when she was allowed to touch the face of a friend.
Isi yanked her hand back like she had been stung. She trembled as she beheld the image of the snarling face in her mind. She knew it was nothing like her father's face...nor was it like the gentle face of her friend.
Isi yanked her hand back like she had been stung. She trembled as she beheld the image of the snarling face in her mind. She knew it was nothing like her father's face...nor was it like the gentle face of her friend.
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Burn furrowed his brow behind his helmet, stepping forward to see what the blind woman was distressed by. "Is something wrong?" he asked, a slight hint of worry all that was on his voice. "Are you injured as well? ...Injured or not, we need to get you and everyone else out of this village."
He looked up around those nearby, and called so that all of them could here, "We Rohirrim will be riding to Edoras to report the situation! I strongly suggest all of you who lost your homes, or who simply wish to leave, come with us! We can better tend to you and our wounded there, if they are able to travel! But for now, little more can be done for this village! You may stay, but we cannot guarantee safety from the Orc any longer!"
He looked up around those nearby, and called so that all of them could here, "We Rohirrim will be riding to Edoras to report the situation! I strongly suggest all of you who lost your homes, or who simply wish to leave, come with us! We can better tend to you and our wounded there, if they are able to travel! But for now, little more can be done for this village! You may stay, but we cannot guarantee safety from the Orc any longer!"
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"We can't leave here, can we?" Mary whispered. "Thom, this is our home. I-I've always hated this place, but it's all we know." She shuddered even as her brother guided her towards the others, her fingers still wrapped around the hilt of her father's sword.
Thom smoothed her hair away from her face and looked up at Burn before answering. "We must. There is nothing left for us here. Mother and Father would have wanted us to go." Separating from his sister, the young man squared his shoulders and announced, "We are coming with you, if you will have us."
Thom smoothed her hair away from her face and looked up at Burn before answering. "We must. There is nothing left for us here. Mother and Father would have wanted us to go." Separating from his sister, the young man squared his shoulders and announced, "We are coming with you, if you will have us."
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cyberwing
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"The Commander of these Orcs... he is big...higher than all the others... he growls...darkness around him..." Isi felt her own face for reference. "His teeth come out of his mouth..." Isi gestured to her own bottom canine teeth and held her fingers to indicate more tusk-like teeth as she described what she 'saw' in her mind. "His legs are this big..." Isi held her hands around her own waist. "He calls for our deaths... our blood." Isi shivered, her silver eyes filling with tears.
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Burn was greatly unnerved by Isi's cries, especially, or perhaps solely, because the woman was quite clearly blind, and yet she claimed to know this. "Are you claiming to have been in his presence, milady?" the Outrider asked, looking quite calm on the armored and shrouded exterior. "Sounds... not too different from the boss of any other Orcish rabble!"
His protests/demands were quickly cut off, though, by Thom's approach. He announced that indeed they were coming, and Burn nodded to him with approval, his slight smile hidden behind his helm. "Good. Very good, Thom, song of... Thurgand, am I right? Of course we will have you. All who wish to leave this place will be gladly taken along, so long as they are ready to go by late afternoon; at the LATEST, everyone!"
His protests/demands were quickly cut off, though, by Thom's approach. He announced that indeed they were coming, and Burn nodded to him with approval, his slight smile hidden behind his helm. "Good. Very good, Thom, song of... Thurgand, am I right? Of course we will have you. All who wish to leave this place will be gladly taken along, so long as they are ready to go by late afternoon; at the LATEST, everyone!"
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