collapse

* Activity

Re: A Disquiet Follows My Soul by Whitney
[Today at 07:57:48 AM]


Re: Just Passing Through by Bard
[Today at 06:30:03 AM]


Re: And Now For A Word by Hild
[June 04, 2020, 10:02:31 PM]


Re: When One's Already Asked Too Much... by Bilbo Baggins
[June 04, 2020, 05:29:22 PM]


Re: Coming Clean and Fresh by Alvelin
[June 04, 2020, 12:49:52 PM]

* Who's Online

  • Dot Guests: 60
  • Dot Hidden: 1
  • Dot Users: 3
  • Dot Users Online:

* Wanted

Coming soon!

* Chatbox

Refresh History
  • Guiga: Thank you, Gard!!!
    June 03, 2020, 08:56:02 PM
  • Marbys: A short post is better than no post! Lol. Hello to all!!!!!
    June 02, 2020, 11:13:18 PM
  • Estë: Hi!
    June 02, 2020, 09:50:14 PM
  • ruthron_forest_elf: Hello
    June 02, 2020, 08:16:34 PM
  • Morwen Steelsheen: (Also do not worry about the length, Marbys. I will be doing shorter posts for quite some time yet.)
    June 02, 2020, 09:55:57 AM
  • Dory: That starter is so old. MY WRITING LOL. But I'll scratch up a date when I'm able to for you.
    June 02, 2020, 08:02:29 AM
  • Dory: I'm gibbering a 100 different things and feelings right now like I resigned that to a one shot bit omg thank you.
    June 02, 2020, 07:59:43 AM
  • Dory: -faints-
    June 02, 2020, 07:58:46 AM
  • Marbys: Post out!!! Now, I go too.
    June 02, 2020, 05:43:11 AM
  • Marbys: I’m not feeling well tonight. Too sleepy. I’ll finish Thengel’s post tomorrow as it’s not moving right now.
    June 01, 2020, 05:32:07 AM
  • Marbys: Nice to read that, Dory!!!! Welcome back!!!!
    May 31, 2020, 11:09:35 AM
  • Dáin Ironfoot: My internet hiccuped and I've just lost an entire post...
    May 31, 2020, 08:59:21 AM
  • Hera: Good to know. Best wishes, Dory!!!
    May 31, 2020, 01:46:01 AM
  • Dory: Ah nuts, wrong account again. XD
    May 31, 2020, 12:42:21 AM
  • Morwen Steelsheen: Still in recovery but have made a big leap in that with my hands, enough to be working and riding again...which is as hectic. But I fully intend to get to catching up in between ASAP. <3
    May 31, 2020, 12:41:57 AM
  • Gard: Eitherway works for me I'd say and you can come in anytime :)
    May 28, 2020, 02:14:03 PM
  • Ari: and i oop
    May 28, 2020, 12:37:44 PM
  • Shadowfax: Got my post in Marbys. Dunno if Gard would like to post before yours as well? Heh, I suppose both parties could meet halfway, if they're both out wandering.
    May 28, 2020, 12:35:13 PM
  • Marbys: OK, Ari. I think it makes more sense if Ann finds you.
    May 28, 2020, 12:10:19 AM
  • Ari: Marbys, I'd like to get a post out for Shadowfax first (in response to Nauroval) but after that, yeah! Either we find you (Annungilel) or you find us, whatever your preference.
    May 26, 2020, 01:30:47 AM

* Directories

RPG-D RPG Initiative

* Awards

Author Topic: The once shining city..  (Read 744 times)

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
The once shining city..
« on: December 30, 2019, 01:56:43 AM »
It was times like these that made Boromir wish he had paid more attention whenever Faramir showed up with another book full of maps and the likes. He never gave such things much attention, saying he wouldn't need those, stories about the past, about things that could be far away from Gondor. His mind had always been on battle, the forces of evil that were gathering just beyond their walls, visible to those that would dare to look to the east. Today though, Boromir desired he would have listened to the advice of his little brother just for once, but alas he had been too stubborn to listen. Now he found himself lost, alone and soaked by the seemingly never stopping drip of rain.

It had all sounded so easily when he departed from Minas Tirith, the journey to Rivendell wasn't a very long one when done by horse, but it would be a very long one when the rider would get lost along the way. That was till he came across an old, ruined city. Stopping his horse while looking over the ruins of what had been a beautiful city in a long-forgotten past. Tharbad, he had stories about this place from his grandfather. This was a place he knew, he knew about the glorious battles that had been waged here, how Sauron had almost been defeated at this place if only such had been the case. Despite everything that had happened, or rather, didn't happen here, it was a place that felt both familiar and distant at the same time.

As he turned his horse to continue on his journey, the sound of a whirring arrow filling the air before his horse started prancing in fright and pain. Neighing a high pitch sound as it did so. Despite Boromir's best effort to hold onto the reins, he got thrown off the powerful animal, landing down on the rocks quite harshly. He felt how all the air was pushed out of his lungs in an instant and he had to take a quick moment to recover. He was given not much time though as a second arrow bounced off the stone just beside his head. His horse had already started running once again, vanishing out of his sight at rapid speed.

The man scrambled back up to his feet, drawing his sword and taking the shield from his back. His eyes fixed on the ruins of Tharbad, expecting this enemy to be hiding within and firing at him from out of direct sight. The coward, if Boromir were to get his hands on whatever it was, it would have regretted ever daring to look at the Gondorian. "Come on, show yourself!" He brought out with a loud and booming voice, there wasn't much more sound than the slight drizzle surrounding him. Boromir considered his options for a moment, the ruins were a dangerous place by the looks of it, sharps rocks and unstable formations seemed to be everywhere. He'd be at a clear disadvantage after going in there, he expected his opposition to know these ruins in and out. The other option was much simpler, run and get them out of hiding, though such an option was not for Boromir. Who did they think they were, attacking the heir of Gondor from the shadows, he would gut them for it.

He stepped forward with a groan of anger, his eyes scanning the area for any sudden movements. "This is your last chance!" He spoke, hoping that whatever was lurking inside, would come out, saving him the trouble of searching for it. Once again there was no response and it seemed like going in was the only choice he had if he wanted to get his payback. With his shield held up, he carefully maneuvered through the unsteady stones, avoiding the places that seemed to lay loose as he made his way through. After taking a few steps, he noticed a slight glittering in the corner of his eye. Turning towards it, only to find a spear, heading straight for his face. Instinctively he raised his shield, making the spearpoint slide off the steel boss. With a roar, he swung his sword down into the shadow, only to hear the shrieking off whatever creature was in hiding. Whatever it was, it didn't sound very human-like, which was a good thing in hindsight. The black blood dripping from his sword as it withdrew from the shadows.

After scouting the area for a bit longer, it seemed that the orc which he had slain earlier was the only one in the close proximity. Yet, a single orc this far from everything was a little troubling. Perhaps it was a scout or a lookout, it could have been many things, alive was one of the things it wasn't any longer. He had sheathed his blade once more, swung the shield on his back and was once again ready to continue on with his journey. The hopes of finding his horse again were slim, the trip to Rivendell was a long one by horse and it would be even longer on foot.

Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #1 on: December 31, 2019, 12:30:29 AM »
The rain had stopped. At least for the moment, leaving the ground - as rain does - sopping wet. It was like walking on a sponge, you couldn’t get a hold of your footing, and you kept sliding everywhere or sinking into what was once a dry burrow for rabbits. But, Ginger had thought ahead of the rain. She had chosen sturdy walking sticks! Eoheort had protested when she made him chop them off the tree only two days ago. Who was complaining now, huh?

Ginger glanced over her shoulder at the young man she called Nephew. He was a strong lad, like his father before him. “Keep up, Nephew, we’ll never make Rivendell at this pace.” She called back, smiling when she saw his frustration.

Ginger pressed on ahead. Her light feet carrying her over rock and mud with all the grace of her race. People she hadn’t fancied seeing quite so soon. They were on their way to Bree to pick up a load of furs to escort back to the Lake Town(New Dale), and it was taking longer than she had hoped. If they had just taken horses the trip would have been easier. Oh the stories she could tell of how many times she had walked across this land when it was … well… much safer than it currently was.

She stopped at the top of one of the hill and gazed out at the darkening terrain. They would have to stop soon and make camp. The chill in the air was getting stronger, and mist was beginning to rise. There would be no cloudless sky to light their way; the clouds were far to heavy with rain to stop now.

She huffed as a fat drop splashed on her cheek. Whipping it away, she pulled her neck scarf around her nose and lifted her hood. The long cowl/cloak/scarf she was wearing was well traveled. It was so patched there was almost nothing left of the original except the hood and splotches of green. Her knives were strapped tightly to her waist, and she tightened the strap of her quiver just as Eoheort’s muffled voice came from behind her, “It’s not going to stop raining, is it?

No, I don’t think so. It’s always raining this time of year. Let’s keep going. There’s ruins just ahead. We can camp there for the night.” She answered as she walked towards the ruins of the legendary city of Tharbad. Eoheort followed.

Ginger smiled as she spotted the ruins in the dying light. “Ah! There we ar- ” She didn’t have time to finish the sentence when something came rushing towards them. The loud thumping of hooves told her it wasn’t a warg, but a horse. “Watch yourself, Nephew!” Ginger shouted, getting out of the way as it rushed past.

There was no rider, Aunt!

No… there wasn’t.

But there was loud shouting coming from where the horse had come running. Ginger threw her walking stick down and drew her bow, tightening an arrow to the string. Something wasn’t right, she should have figured that this wasn’t as safe a place as she had originally thought. Damn. Was nothing sacred anymore?

Walk around the city, make sure not to be seen!” She muttered, trying to keep the fear from her voice, “I’ll go see what all the shouting is about. Don’t show yourself until I signal, or there is a greater threat to be quelled.” Eoheort said nothing as he disappeared into the growing darkness.

Once she knew she was alone, Ginger proceeded with caution towards Boromir (though she did not this yet). It was easy to follow. She heard the gurgling of a dying creature bouncing off what was left of the city walls. She saw a man walking around the ruins. “I say,” Ginger called, standing in front of the man, “I did not expect anyone else to know about this place until I saw what I presume was your horse galloping past me! Some would call it a portent. I call it bad luck, but aren’t they one in the same, I mean really?” She kept her bow low, but she was ready to strike at the man if he should think her a threat. Her hood remained up to keep off the rain, and the scarf obscured all but her forehead and eyes...
« Last Edit: December 31, 2019, 12:43:14 AM by Ginger Dúnhere »

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #2 on: January 01, 2020, 02:00:33 AM »
Boromir felt his muscles tense up at the sudden voice piercing the silence. His eyes immediately shot up from ruins, which he had been keeping a close eye on to make sure he wouldn't fall or be ambushed by orcs again. Once they fell on the person standing opposite of him, they narrowed slightly. He heard her voice in his head yet his mind was completely focused on other things at this moment. Taking in every detail, analyzing if this woman was a threat for him, either now or a possible trap in some way. His eyes glanced over the bow for a moment, it was difficult to see any marks of details on it, given the distance and the darkness that was quickly surrounding them. There was one thing he was sure of, this was not a bow made by men, Gondorian and Rohan bows had a much more simple, straight forward design. Those were made for large groups, easy to produce, simple to wield and made quickly. This bow, on the other hand, was elegant in its design, Elven for sure.

There wasn't much the woman was giving away in terms of her appearance, except for the eyes he saw. The scarf she was wearing made him question his earlier judgment. He didn't expect an  Elven woman to be wearing something like that. He had heard tales about elves, how elegant they always were, the stories he had heard were nothing like the person standing in front of him. He felt how the muscles in his hand tensed up once more, it had instinctively moved towards the grip of his blade at the first notice of her voice. If the woman wasn't Elvish, what could she be then? A lost soul, a pillager, a murderer? Taking the belongings of those killed for her own. It would somewhat explain the weird scarf along with the elegant bow.

Her words weren't any more helpful in his deduction, she spoke as if this was her usual place. A hiding place far from the eyes of others. "I wouldn't say that I know this place that well, it is merely a coincidence I ended up here." he replied, his body eased up for a little bit. While his body was calm, his mind was going through countless possibilities of this scenario unfolding. He wondered if he'd be faster than her, would he be able to get his shield out before she was able to fire an arrow. Then again, if she was here to kill him, she would have probably done so already instead of putting herself at a disadvantage by revealing her presence. He decided to take the risk of lowering his guard, getting hit by an arrow would probably hurt, a lot...but he was certain he could at least avoid a fatal blow and close the distance before she'd be able to shoot again. "I'm merely passing by on my way to Rivendell." he spoke while extending his free hand, keeping the other on the pommel of his blade. "My horse getting away like that is quite unfortunate, to say the least." he brought out with a slight scoff at his own stupidity.


Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #3 on: January 01, 2020, 05:50:45 AM »
Ah. Hm. Well. There was certainly more to this man than what met the eye. He didn’t stand like someone of her ilk (her ilk being a low class of merchant, for all she knew, her whole life). No, she recognized the statute of military bearing. This was someone who had made a career of it. Curious. What would a man like that be doing way out here in the middle of the Wilderness? She tilted her head to one side, and with her keen vision could make out the stitches on his sleeves to be … of course. How stupid. His own accent should have given him away.

He stood before her, answering her, his body language changing, but his hand was still at the ready. He wasn’t completely relaxed. Good. Better for her; not that Ginger ever played the aggressor in any situation. It simply meant she the air of mystery. “Coincidence indeed. Far too many are occuring in one place..” Ginger muttered to herself, her interest excited when he mentioned that he was on the way to Rivendell; for what could possibly be going on in Rivendell that this man would come from so far away?

I wouldn’t say stupid. These hills are dangerous if you don’t know the way well enough. Besides, whatever it was that gave your horse a scare you’ve done away with. Obviously because you’re standing here alive, and not the creature, I mean.” Ginger relaxed her hold on the bow, letting the string sit naturally. She laughed a little, “I mean, that would be kind of awkward, wouldn’t it?” Too many rhetorical questions; not enough answers.

Undoubtedly there are more somewhere. Be it Orcs, or worse. Hopefully you’ve only killed a lookout, which is all the better for me! So, I thank you… And I do apologize if I startled you.” Erhm. Where to go from here. She seemed to be doing all the talking, as usual. Gaw, it was like she couldn’t talk enough! But … why!?

While in the process of thinking, she put the arrow back into the quiver. Should she tell him that she was also headed to Rivendell? Maybe when it came up later if their conversation should last longer. Perhaps she should offer him some sort of shelter? Perhaps one the hares running around should make for a sufficient dinner. She would have to have Eoheort find some.

Then it struck her. Just all of a sudden out of nowhere at all. Had she really come this far in her interactions with strangers? To be so forward, to engage in random conversation? It was like being blown over the head. Her first interaction with a stranger on the road since they had left New Dale. Ginger, what has become of you? Have you changed so much since the last time you’ve been out?

Ginger had never taken her eyes off Boromir for a second as these thoughts flashed through her in an instant, preparing to respond when she blurted out, “You know, in speaking of coincidences, Rivendell is where I happen to be headed as well. I’m quite familiar with these roads, and can fill you in on important landmarks on the way to make your return journey much safer.
« Last Edit: January 01, 2020, 05:51:09 AM by Ginger Dúnhere »

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #4 on: January 01, 2020, 02:08:15 PM »
The words spoken by the Elf weren't anything that could help Boromir determine if she was an enemy or ally. Perhaps she was simply here to distract him while the actual threat could be lurking around. Seeing her release the string of her bow was at least a relief in some manner, it made him feel more at ease. His arm relaxed as well, moving away from the weapon and hanging beside his body. His body shifting slightly to take a more, relaxed stance in comparison to the battle-ready form he was in earlier. Did she seem nervous? No, she wasn't nervous it was more awkwardness that came from the woman and her words. Perhaps she wasn't used to interacting with others, could be many reasons at least she wasn't here to kill him and if she was, she was good at hiding her true intentions.

The other words she spoke surprised him though gave him more information than she might want to give away. She didn't seem to be the kind that was very much accustomed to battle or tactics. "Hopefully?" he repeated, his brow raising slightly in a questioning manner upon saying it. "If this is a lookout, they will know there are others around, enemies...they will be looking for us in such a case. It would have been better if this was their leader, that would simply lead to the others scrambling for control, fighting amongst themselves or flee." he spoke to the other. "Hopefully this was just an orc that had shared the same fate of getting lost as I did."

To hear the other was heading to Rivendell, came as quite a relief, to say the least, at least she knew the way, compared to him. "I'm sorry, I don't have time to go and visit landmarks, I'm heading there for an important meeting and I cannot be late for such." he spoke to her. "Though having someone that knows the way, would most certainly make my journey a lot quicker, you don't happen to have a spare horse around, as a coincidence?"

Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #5 on: January 02, 2020, 03:52:40 AM »
Ginger relaxed when he relaxed. Everything just felt more relaxed, you know? There may have still been danger, but at least they were relaxed. Heh. Who could ask for more? She certainly could. She could have wished for a lot of things, but being out in the cold without any chance of having a fire - at least upon reconsideration of her words when the man pointed out that killing the lookout was actually a very bad thing. She shuffled a little in her place before returning her bow to it’s latch.

A meeting? Hopefully it will be to deal with all the vile activity plaguing the roads these days. If it isn’t dealt with it’s only going to make my job harder ...” Ginger answered, with the last bit mostly for herself. She had no idea the weight of her words, and probably the words of many others like her. Traders, traveling companies, normal people. Especially in Rohan. They had been seeing increased activity for months now!

You know,” She said thoughtfully, “I think this is where our coincidences run short. I don’t have a horse. Haven’t had a reliable one since my family were massacred by Orcs…” This was true. When she and her Nephew had set out from New Dale, they left their horses behind. They had gotten this far on foot, or by traveling with other merchants. In speaking of her Nephew, where had he gotten off too? Ah well, he could handle himself.

Well, if we are going to get any further before dark, we should really get started.” She said, moving past him. She wasn’t concerned if he was going to follow or not, but she had heard something echo distantly that unsettled her, and her worry for her Nephew grew. “Rivendell isn’t going to come to us, you know!” She piped, shooting him a smile over her shoulder that he couldn’t see. Sensible, this one. She thought as she walked on a ways.

Even if it was their leader,” She said after a time, “They would just regroup under a new one. I’ve seen it happen many times before. You kill their leader, they scatter as you say, and then come back the following night under a new one. Rather irritating, when you think about it. So, honestly, it is better to kill the lookout. In this particular instance, I think. By the time they come to check on him we should have a good four or five hours on them… unless they are traveling with Wargs.” She looked back to him, “In which case, we are totally out of our depth.

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #6 on: January 03, 2020, 11:59:08 PM »
"I guess you could call it something like that indeed.." Boromir replied on a softer tone when the other mentioned the activities plaguing these roads. He wasn't all too sure if he was allowed to talk about the meeting of Elrond, about the Ring and all the things it could do. It would probably be best to not talk to her about the exact reasons for his journey to Rivendell or the actual reason for the meeting in the first place. "Your job?" he repeated as the words of the other finally seemed to come through into his head.

"I'm sorry about your loss." Boromir muttered when the other talked about the massacre of her family, he couldn't imagine how terrible something like that must be. Family was the most important for him and suddenly losing that would be a serious blow for Boromir, one of which he wasn't sure he'd recover. Perhaps this woman was more capable than he had given her at first, perhaps not in a fighting sense, but surely in a mental way.

"Oh is that so, I had hoped that if we waited for long enough, it might eventually appear here." he added before turning on his heels to walk beside her once she passed him. "That is true indeed, but it would have given us the proper time to get the hell out of here, at least give us a headstart." His eyes continuously scanned the area surrounding them, getting shot by an arrow from an unknown source was the last thing he was waiting on currently. "We'll just have to keep our eyes open during the night, I assume it won't be much longer before darkness falls upon us." his eyes moving up towards the sky for a moment, while they probably still had a good, three maybe four hours, it would be best to find a suitable rest place before it got dark. He didn't even consider the fact they might be using wargs to travel around, that would surely put some trouble in their plans. "That would be, quite bad to say the least, especially when they are in a large group."

"So what is a person like you doing here all on her own, you mentioned the troubles on these roads, but if I look at it like this, it is almost like you are actively searching for trouble."

Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #7 on: January 09, 2020, 06:05:57 AM »
Ginger often forgot that she could be a bit vague at times. Forgetting to mention details like being a trader, and having a nephew, not traveling alone. She missed it. What she really missed was that snarky, self-obsessed, loyal Owl she had for a friend. It warmed her heart to know he was off bothering someone in the afterlife. It was what he had liked most about living. So, when Boromir inquired about her job, she hesitated in replying.  Hesitated so long she forgot to answer him. But, she took his offer of condolence for the loss of the only family she’d ever known.

I often hope the same, though it just… never seems to happen that way.” Ginger laughed, it felt good. It was an honest laugh. They walked together and her opinion of him improved. Perhaps he wasn’t too bad after all. Not that she hadn’t had a low opinion of him… come to think.

He drew her attention to their darkening surroundings. Yes, they would have to make camp somewhere safe. But not here. Not where they could be picked off like birds in a field. She merely mumbled her agreement. It was hard to disagree when there was nothing to disagree about. They both knew what was possible. The next question was: would they be able to handle whatever came next?

There was silence for a moment as Ginger thought about the conversation had swung around to her occupation again; for it was her occupation that had brought her out of New Dale. “Um. Well, I’m not really alone. And - no offense - it isn’t just you and me out here, and I don’t mean that Orcs and other nasty creatures are sculking in the shadows… either. My Nephew is scouting about somewhere making sure there aren’t anymore surprise visitors.” She confessed. She knew the man couldn’t hear, but her nephew was close at hand.

There was also something else … something she couldn’t quite place; although she was not without her suspicions. So, if you can’t name what is bothering you, best not to mention it at all. A moto her nephew needed to learn…

Then she chuckled, “I don’t like to invite trouble,” She continued, “Nor do I actively search for it. Trouble seems to find me wherever I go, but not all the time. I’ve lead a peaceful life in New Dale, and it became mundane. I heard about a good fur trade and I wanted to be back out on the road again s’all. I’m headed into Bree to pick up the furs, my Nephew couldn’t be trusted to run the business back home…

She became quite, not because she feared she was talking too much, but there was something up ahead. It was dark, and unsettling. Ginger strained to see what it was, but the sun suddenly dipped behind the horizon and plunged them into dim darkness.

Just brilliant…

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #8 on: January 17, 2020, 03:03:53 PM »
Boromir was a bit surprised to hear that the other brought her nephew with her, the other was good at hiding that was for sure. His attention had been mostly on her and their surrounding, though the third person had seemingly been able to keep out of his sight the entire time. He listened to her reasoning which as a bit...confusing in some way, yet he wasn't one to question her questions. "So, instead of, having him back there where it is safe, you decided to take him with you?" the words had left his mouth before he could even properly overthink them. "My apologies, it not my place to ask you questions like that." he quickly corrected himself with a slight bow of his head.

The silence that fell over the two was the kind of silence one would feel when in a haunted place or the likes. His eyes moved to the thing that was ahead of them. Narrowing his eyes for a better view yet being unable to make out any certain shapes or forms. He didn't hesitate in drawing his sword, better safe than sorry in a situation like this. The sudden darkness that surrounded them didn't help the entire situation they had found themselves in. "I don't expect your cousin is capable of such feats.." he brought out, his voice merely more than a whisper at this point. His body tensed up slightly as the grip on the handle of his sword tightened. If whatever was there, wanted to fight, Boromir would make sure that it would regret that decision for the rest of its life. They were clearly at a disadvantage, at least, he was clearly at a disadvantage, not being able to see what one of the greatest weaknesses of a fighter especially when the other would be able to.

Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #9 on: January 30, 2020, 04:02:47 AM »
 Ginger couldn’t help the annoyed feeling as this man - whom she had barely just met - continued to question her decisions. It was beginning to make her feel awkward, like it always had when people would question her life choices. Like when she decided to go on the road away from the family who had adopted her, when she decided to come back when Orc activity started to - shall we say - get out of hand? Eoheort questioning her the whole time they were on the road to Laketown to live there. And now, when there was danger they couldn’t see, this man …

She had to let out her frustration some how, so she laughed through her nose - you know the sort, where you blow through your nose and shake your head to insinuate when someone is being ridiculous? Yeah. So, he must have felt bad about his question because he quickly followed up with, “My apologies, it is not my place to ask you questions like that.

Yet, in the darkness, and having keener sight than that of her current companion, she could still make out the shape of a Warg, and it’s rider. She sensed Boromir tensing beside her, and heard him draw his sword. So she drew her bow, and tightened an arrow to it. She forgot all about her frustration with him, and the retort she wanted to spout. When he mentioned her Nephew, however, she couldn’t bite her tounge, “Heh, he’s full of surprises, don’t be so quick to take him down for the count…


❛❜

Meanwhile, Eoheort had seen them coming. The sun had been sinking rapidly, and by the time he had counted to ten he was plunged into darkness. But what he saw, that the others didn’t see, were the torches that highlighted at least five of them. He drew his bow, and tightened his arrow to the string, holding it steady he advanced quietly, listening to the sound of their laughter as they taunted his Aunt and the man she had just met in their language first, then in Westron - horrible as it was. And even though the Orc was loud, his garbled speech sounded like someone eating gravel - and liking it.

❛❜

And what have we, but two against my company?” The Orc laughed, and his company followed suit loudly, “You killed my lookout, too bad he wasn’t much of a challenge for you, Gondorian, he might have killed you if he had paid more attention.” More laughter followed from the orcs behind him, their torches beginning to poke out like orange stars against the darkness. He saw them clearly, both tense, and both with weapons drawn. He could smell them, too, which is how he knew the man was Gondor. They had a certain … scent about them, those Gondorians. And the woman was Elvish. Just another piece of filth that walked the earth like the rest of them sitting up in the Mountain Hollow, all bright and glowing. What did they call it? Pah, it mattered little, for the three - ah yes, three, there was another, his stench similar to the Elf, but he smelled more of Man - would never reach it. Not if Ozreth had anything to say.

He flicked his long sword,and two of his company split off into the hills to search for the third. Meanwhile, he kept his gaze upon the pair before him. “But now, I think, you will succumb to your deaths!” He laughed, it was his favorite thing to do when he taunted his prey, “I doubt you fair well against my company…

There had been eleven in his company including himself.. This was his plot of land, and they were trespassers. Likely he would put all three of their heads on spikes as a warning to other travelers coming through that he was not to be messed with.

Ozreth let out gravel filled, spit launching, high-pitched squeal of laugher - something he saved to frighten to his prey when he was about to attack - and swung his arm forward. Three of his company moved forward to circle the two so they were back to back...
« Last Edit: January 30, 2020, 04:03:21 AM by Ginger Dúnhere »

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #10 on: March 09, 2020, 10:18:01 PM »
Boromir turned his eyes towards the voice in the dark, his eyes narrowing slightly in an attempt to actually see what they were up against. He saw nothing but the silhouette of the speaker, until small lights started to appear around the figure. The first words of the being formed a smirk on his face did they really that lowly of him? If such was the case, then they'd be in for a nasty surprise. "Don't worry, I doubt that you or your company will put up more of a challenge." he spoke back to the creature, his hands clenching themselves tighter around the weapon, his muscles ached for battle.

As the company started to surround the two, Boromir took a slight step back to cover the back of the Elf. "Alright then." he muttered on a soft tone while his eyes moved back and forth between the two orcs that would pass his sight on occasion. It was at the moment than one of the creatures was right in front of him, that Boromir lunged out at it. His pace quick while his blade swung down mercilessly from above. With a single screech, the Orc was cut down, a long cut going down from his shoulder. The blade stuck in its bone as it cried out in agony and pain. Placing his foot on the chest of the Orc and pulling the blade out before its corpse dropped down on the ground with a thud.

The second Orc came in swinging after the first had been cut down so brutally. Boromir ducked to the side and the blade bounced off of the shield on his back. With a quick turn on his feet, Boromir caught the second Orc open to be attacked, his fist burrowing itself in its face, causing it to stagger back. Before it could properly recover from the blow, the sword already came down at its head with full force, followed by a loud crack before the second corpse dropped at Boromir's feet as well.

Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #11 on: April 01, 2020, 01:24:27 AM »
For all the messes she had been in before, this was a cake walk. How many could there be? Plus, having an extra person on the outside would cause them to divert some of the - um - heard, gang, possie - ah - troop - oh! Company, sure, sure! Company sounded great! And as the Gondorian spoke with optimistic - she thought - authority, she felt a twinge of self doubt in her own ability to keep up. She hadn’t been in a situation like this since … since the fall of Lake Town. But, determined not to let those feelings get in the way, and distract her, she looked directly into the beady eyes of the enemy who had been terrorizing the fields of Rohan.

They were black, pitiless, and unafraid of death. These were, at least. He grinned the ugliest grin she had ever seen. Ginger tightened her stance, mimicking the Gondorian, and taking up the position of covering his back, while he guarded hers.

There was no hesitation as the Gondorian lunged for the first Orc that came within range of his blade. Though Ginger would have prefered for them to make the first move - though technically, she supposed, they already had - she followed suit quickly, letting loose an arrow directly into the forehead of the orc in front of her, then another as it tried to avenge the dead, only to land at her feet, arrow lodged deep into the forehead...

---

Eo stood very still among the ruins. He listened for the sound of the oncoming orcs, for there had to be some, their sense of smell - he learned - had a very far range. It was annoying. Ginger had always told him it was rude to spit, but the urge was so strong he couldn’t help it, and he spat at the ground in distaste.

Then, there was movement beside him. He tensed up. The sound of gravel crunching lightly under foot alerted him to danger. Carefully, Eo preped his bow…

---

Ozreth held back the annoyance he felt rising in his chest. How dare these impudent nothings taunt him like this. He growled low, and four more of his companions appeared, but instead of circling, they lunged directly for the two. He smirked, watching them. These would not be so easy to take down! He had already sent two to take out the boy hiding in the hills. The gall they! Impudence!

Ozreth dismounted, and watched the battle, preparing his own sword in case the two should not go down. This is what made him a leader. His strength, his cunning. If they would not go down easily, then let them suffer for their offence.

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #12 on: April 12, 2020, 01:24:50 AM »
Boromir turned his eyes towards the next group of orcs that came their way, they seemed more capable of battle and had better armor. They could pose a problem but that never kept Boromir down. Orcs would never instill fear in Boromir's heart, no matter the amount of armor or type of weaponry they carried. They were nothing more than mindless beasts, only able to follow simple instructions from a being that only carried a little bit more of brain capacity.

With two blades suddenly coming for him, Boromir stepped back, swinging the shield from his shoulder and holding it in front of him to deflect one of the incoming blows. The sword bounced off of his shield, leaving the orc to stumble for a moment. He quickly stepped back to parry the second strike before striking the first orc with a horizontal slash. It was mostly metal scraping on metal as it became more clear that the armor these two carried was much, much better compared to that of the first group.

His eyes moved back to the elf for a moment, she had to deal with the other two for a moment, though he would assist as soon as it was possible. His attention shifted back to those in front of him. Raising his weapon to bring it down with the destructive force he was known for. His sword banging down on that of the orc, forcing the creature down on one of its knees. As the orc recovered from the strike, the edge of Boromir's shield was slammed against the jaw of the creature. The shattering of bone hearable as the orc stumbled back, allowing the other to go in for another strike.

The incoming sword barely scraping the edge of his shield, though the tip did leave a cut in Boromir's upper arm. A slight groan coming from his side, not from pain but simply for the annoyance of letting an Orc wound him, it clearly hurt his pride. Grabbing his dagger from his waist and jamming it into the neck of the creature. His strength and bodyweight forcing it down before he pulled it out.

His eyes shot towards Ozreth for a moment as he was conflicted between going after the boss or helping the elf. It wasn't that he didn't trust her fighting capabilities, he just wanted to make sure that she came out of this battle uninjured. He turned himself towards the elf and one of the Orcs that kept her occupied. Swinging his shield back over his shoulder before rushing to Ginger. Weapon at the ready, swinging it around the Orc to block the strike that had been directed at Ginger her head. With all his muscles he pulled back, able to flam the Orc down on the ground beside him before taking the handle of his sword with both hands. Piercing the creature through its chest as it curled and screeched in pain.


Ginger Dúnhere

  • Elves
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Hades
  • Application: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #13 on: April 13, 2020, 10:46:47 PM »
She had forgotten the thrill that a fight could bring. And, although she couldn’t say that she missed it directly, there were some aspects of being in a real fight one could not replicate in practice. Out of the corner of her eye she kept watch of Boromir; very pleased he could handle himself, and well. It meant she could handle her own problems. Self reliance was very important in her eyes.

Oh, right! Her own problems. Like the second set of orcs, and how differently they dressed compared to their comrades, and how annoyed she felt when they proved to be a step up from the first. Nothing worth doing…

One of them stabbed for side, and she stepped easily out of the way. At the same time she heard another behind her. Quickly she reached for her dagger, and blocked the strike! She reached for another dagger from her belt, and made to cut directly into the gut of the Orc, but when she did the blow was met with resistance. The Orc laughed, and quipped, “You even fight like an Elf…”

Ginger immediately turned into the Orc. Her back to him, she gripped the hand that was holding his weapon, and twisted. While he was occupied with that she slipped under his arm and kicked him hard just below the knee. She felt his grip loosen on his weapon, and didn’t hesitate to take it from him. Like a bat, she swung it at his head as hard as she could, sending his helmet into the mud, he slipped back.

But things seldom make much sense, and at the time that was the most probable course of action. What actually went down was more like this:

Not surprised by the extra armor underneath, the Elf heard the Orc’s companion squish through the mud. He yelled loudly and she tucked her head under as the orc swung. “NO YOU FOO-” There was no time to finish the sentence. The Orc’s weapon struck the other, and knocked his helmet to the feet of his commander. The Orc fell, and Ginger picked up the grimey Orcish weapon.

She had forgotten all about Boromir, all about the knife that was sticking out of the gut of the unconscious enemy, and faced off with the orc before her.

- x-

 Boromir wouldn’t have had to worry. Ozreth’s patience with his minions had already depleted. He watched as the Gondorian slew his second in command, and watched the Elf as she ripped into the arm of her combatant. The howl of agony was annoying, and he cut it short with a swift throw of sword. The Elf yelped in shock, and stood back. He whipped out his dagger, and turned to the Gondorian. “Women are weak,” he started, “But you, you are wounded, and still you keep going!” He faced the Gondorian, leaving the Elf out of his own equation

-x-
… women… are…

Eo knew better than to underestimate Ginger. He watched from his perch, the two orcs who had been sent after him didn’t stand a chance. His Aunt was a bit scatterbrained, peace loving, and an overall bright individual. Her own dumb luck often showed itself in the strangest of places, and how she managed was simply stunning to watch, and boggled the minds of just about everyone she came in contact with.

Eo slipped down from his perch, and was quick to join Boromir; foregoing any introduction. He watched Ginger out of the corner of his eye. She slipped through the mud, her face showing her determination to give Ozreth what he deserved, and he was going to aid in distraction. “I hope you didn’t think I was going to be so easily taken…” He called.

Ozreth’s face twisted in disgust. “You will be next, once the Gondorian is dea-” Ozreth let out a howl of pain.

-x-


He had never pictured his death to be by his own weapon. or by a woman... a female. The sword he had used to kill his own man with was sticking in his side where the armor was weakest. How had she spotted it? He was too shocked to do anything but howl as he felt it twist inside. Then she took the palm of her hand, and with great effort she shoved it in further…

-x-

Ginger watched as Ozreth collapsed to the ground. The ugly sound coming from his throat was cut off when she slit the larynx. She watched until she couldn’t anymore. She turned and collected her knife. I’ll just have a good cry later. She thought. “No. That’s too cruel…” She mumbled. Taking up one of the Orcish weapons she severed the head… showing mercy… she didn’t really think that’s how it was done, but… that was an internal battle for later.

played by: Hades speech color: B3C963 siggy made by: Pip!

Boromir

  • Men
  • Wanderers
    • View Profile
  • Alias: Snow
  • Application: Plotter
  • Plotter: Plotter
Re: The once shining city..
« Reply #14 on: April 27, 2020, 06:36:26 PM »
Boromir turned his eyes towards Ozreth when the Orc spoke to him like that, most of it showed little to no effect on Boromir's face till his eyes narrowed slightly due to one of the things he said. "Strength isn't determined by one's gender, it's only determined by actions and heart." he returned with a low tone, keeping his own weapon ready for when the Orc would strike him. Out of instinct, his body tensed up again, the grip on his weapon tightening as did it on the handle of his shield.

Thus was the problem with Orc's, their attacks were so easy to predict, most of them were untrained and relied on savage brutality and numbers to get the job done. Noticing the incoming blade, Boromir raised his shield to block the incoming strike and send the Orc off. Though he never felt the weight of Ozreth's weapon coming down on the shield. On the contrary, he heard a shriek of pain instead, seeing the Orc's skin pierced with the blade he threw out earlier.  His eyes drifted away from the Orc to see Ginger before becoming aware of the male that had joined his side. His mind had been focused on the battle for the most part thus he never even noticed the other arriving at the scene.

"Impressive, it is not often that I see people fight in such a way, it was a wonder to behold." Boromir remarked as he kept his eyes on Ginger, squatting down to rip off a piece of Cloth that was sticking out of the armor of one of the Orcs. He used it to clean his blade before putting it back in its sheath while he rose back to his full height. "Then you must be the cousin." he spoke, turning his eyes towards Eo, "You did well as well, though I doubt this will be the last of them, let's hope the rest of them is wise enough not to follow us."

Tags: ginger dúnhere 
 


* Tagbox

Refresh History
  • Bard: Reply for Bain [link]
    Today at 07:02:43 AM
  • Hild: Reply for Fengel [link]
    June 04, 2020, 10:19:13 PM
  • Hild: Reply for Haleth et all [link]
    June 03, 2020, 11:41:18 PM
  • Éowyn: Plotter tag for Marbys! [link]
    June 02, 2020, 10:32:55 AM
  • Éowyn: Starter for Theoden. <3 [link]
    June 02, 2020, 10:03:48 AM
  • Thengel: Reply for Morwen Steelsheen [link]
    June 02, 2020, 05:52:44 AM
  • Dáin Ironfoot: Starter for Kéra and family [link]
    May 31, 2020, 10:21:13 AM
  • Fengel: Starter for Hild et all [link]
    May 31, 2020, 12:20:29 AM
  • Cirdan: Open thread at Lindon after the fall of Arnor, but before the War of the Ring. [link]
    May 29, 2020, 06:38:48 AM
  • Becca: Open thread during LOTR (specifically after War of the Ring) with Sam [link]
    May 28, 2020, 04:25:06 AM
  • Nauroval: Open thread for assistance from any in Rohan/Near Fangorn! Removing an arrow from the wing of a Great Eagle and getting to possibly speak to her and meet Shadowfax due to it! :smile: [link]
    May 22, 2020, 12:08:54 AM
  • Nienna: Open thread for LotR time line, for Sahib: [link]
    May 20, 2020, 02:44:11 AM
  • Nienna: Oh la la, a post! [link]
    May 20, 2020, 02:38:53 AM
  • Sauron: Reply for Saruman [link]
    May 12, 2020, 09:02:52 AM
  • Estel/Aragorn: Starter for Trenardir [link]
    May 09, 2020, 07:46:26 AM
  • Estel/Aragorn: Starter for Elrond [link]
    May 09, 2020, 05:04:57 AM
  • Bard: Don't feel disheartened. The thread is open to anyone, including Bain. I've also made a slight change to the last paragraph. I hope it helps you in joining the thread.
    May 06, 2020, 08:34:45 AM
  • Nienna: Oh! Was about to toss Bain at Pappa, but after reading the last paragraph... hmmm...
    May 06, 2020, 03:32:31 AM
  • Bard: Open thread at Laketown for anyone with a reason to be there during a cold winter night
    May 01, 2020, 01:40:22 AM
  • Saruman: Starter for Sauron [[link]]
    April 30, 2020, 06:27:20 AM