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Post by Tormir on Feb 13, 2009 14:07:39 GMT -5
Tormir sat on the rocky shore of the desolate sea of Nurnen. Morgenstern was strapped on his back and his short sword was by his side. As he looked out into the early morning fog, he let out a low growl. Someone was coming. They may be close to two miles off or just a few footsteps from him. This cursed fog...
He went back to thinking, though he loosened his blade in it's scabbard. It never hurt to be too careful. Sniffing the wind, he cautiously set aside his thoughts and transformed his head, arms and feet into beast form. Let this mysterious person come. He would show them the wrath of Malar, should they bear ill will. Howling into the sudden wind that had sprang from nowhere, he leapt on top of the rock and savagely bared his fangs. Let them come. He was ready. His breath caught in mid snarl however. He heard it, ever so faintly. The Wardrums. There had been talk of a gathering battle in the coming spring. And now the Wardrums sounded, echoing through out all the lands. He would go and prepare his weapons. And the War would come. At the Gates of Summer, in the turning of the Spring, the War would come and with it a savage howling beast known as the Pirate of Nurnen.
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Post by Kurai Neruda D'elacroix on Feb 13, 2009 14:28:07 GMT -5
The fog was the perfect veil of cover for the approaching vampire. Kurai D'elacroix made his way along the shore of the Sea of Nurnen. The crunch of the sand and the clanging of his many weapons and shield were all dulled by the ever-present, enveloping fog. As he walked, he contemplated the news he had gathered of a coming battle, the Gates of Summer. A spine tingling howl ripped through the humid air, ripping Kurai from his thoughts.
A few steps further along the shore a large rock formation loomed out of the gloomy cloud, and on top sat a ferocious looking beast. It's bared fangs glistened and dripped with saliva. Just as quickly as he had seen the beast he heard the distants sounds of war drums pounding. His hand edged towards the short sword hanging at his belt as he sized up the beast.
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Post by Tormir on Feb 14, 2009 11:00:19 GMT -5
Tormir tensed, sensing the new presence. So he had been right... there was someone. His keen eyes cutting through the fog, he took note of the new comer. Tall, seemingly frozen in time as if he did not age, hand edging towards a short sword... something about the man screamed threat. And, feeling threatened, Tormir responded accordingly. Slamming a hand home on his sword's pommel, he jumped from the rock and landed deftly in front of the figure, who by that time was even closer still. Whipping Morgenstern from his back, he let loose a fierce howl and cried "For Lord Sauron!" And swung the great warclub hard at the slight form in front of him. And, as suddenly as the swing had started, it was halted by the short sword which seemed to have sprung into the figure's hand.
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Post by Kurai Neruda D'elacroix on Feb 15, 2009 11:40:26 GMT -5
With lightning fast reflexes, Kurai had ripped his shortsword from it's sheath and halted his opponents massive club.
"For Lord Sauron? If such is your cry, why attack me?" He asked sarcastically. Pushing aside the club he sheathed his own sword, feeling that to keep it out would only prolong the pointless threatening and aimless banter that he found to be far too common to dueling opponents. "Now, I too serve the Great Eye. Tell me, what is your name?"
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