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CALDUR: Look for the Blue Flag

Tags: Azradi,  Eruphel,  Gwendion,  Imrakhor,  Aearon,  Turlach

Short Summary: Gondorians struggling in Caldur meet the Ladies Farside and Seaward.
Date (real-life): 2010-12-16
Scene Location: Caldur Streets, Harad
Date (in-game): August 16, 3051 (Caldur Day 4)
Time of Day: Afternoon

The afternoon sun begins to set on Caldur, soon the blood will be hidden from sight once more.

The "Corridor" that Gondor has fought so hard to keep ebbs and flows with their and the Haradrim's strength, but certainly that strength wanes. Regardless they fight on. Gwendion pulls his blade from the chest of a young man, panting from a deep tiredness. His eyes take a moment to scan the scene before he is set upon again by a fresh warrior of the Far Harad.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
The Hosts of Gondor are pushing forward, their shield wall is more of a shield arc, covering both the front and both sides. The Gondorian fighting men are putting everything they have into the battle, spears being thrust out from behind the shieldwall at any that draw close, swordsman attacking any that draw within range and archers within the ranks firing arrow after arrow at the enemy. 

 
Turlach holds his place within the Host's shield-wall, darting out to stab at those who come too close. Yet his leg is still bound tightly so that it will hold, his movements slow and leaden with weariness. Only his eyes remain grim and bright, a touch of desperation lending itself to madness.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Gwendion is pushed back as a heavy blow falls against his shield, his back finding Turlach's side. He quickly looks to see who he has struck before relaxing at the familiar face. His blade tests the enemy with a simple strike, calling back to the young Hostman, "Our relief shall arrive in but a few minutes, lad. Then we will pull back!" he shouts over the din.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
From a high window, just above and one to the left of a swinging sign of a broken southron sword, a surprising volley of arrows rains down, over the line of Gondorian shields. The interior is dark, but even darker shapes move within as the archers seem to trade off turns at the window, while the other prepares the next arrow.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
Among the Hostmen is Lieutenant Aearon, he stands with his men within the shieldwall, thrusting his spear out from behind his shield at the nearest Haradrim while shouting "Push them back!!" Looking to the Knight and the young Man-at-Arms a moment he again thrusts his spear.
 
The shieldwall continues to fight, pushing back against the waves of Haradrim soldiers and trying to strike them all down. Archers continue to fire arrow after arrow bringing down as many Haradrim as they can.
 
As arrows fly at the Gondorian Army the call for "SHIELDS UP!!" is given and many men raise their shields, though a number of men are not quick and fall injured or dead. Looking to the once Southron Sword the Lieutenant shouts "Archers! Those windows!!" and with that the archers shift fire, aiming for the windows.
 
As arrows fly the Lieutenant moves from the shieldwall and says "Ten men with me!" making his way towards the Southron Sword.

 
Turlach nods wordlessly to Gwendion, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He dodges an arrow, though it swipes a thin red line over his cheek, and his attention darts to the darkened windows.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
With a glance for Turlach and nod towards Aearon, Gwendion files in behind the Lieutenant, a pair of arrows clanging upon his shield with dull thuds. "You, you," he says, tapping a pair of soldiers on the shoulders to follow towards the debris littered entrance of the building.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
As the shieldwall continues to hold, and Archers keep firing arrow after arrow at those in the windows. With a number of men falling in behind him the Lieutenant rushes into the door of the Southron Sword his spear at the ready and his shield up.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
In battle faces may be difficult to discern beneath helms, but more prominent details sometimes offer clues to identity. One of the archers wears long black braids whose beads clatter against chain mail. As with the other archers, this one can be glimpsed only briefly as she appears at the window, shoots and retreats - giving way to another bowman. But in those brief appearances, paler hands and features could be espied.

She appears now with notched arrow and aims for one of the black clad Hostmen. The string is pulled back to her ear, held for but the barest of moments and sent forth with a hiss.

Azradi launches an arrow...
Ow! You've been injured for - hp's by the bowshot.
ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.


Another arrow scratches a line on Turlach's grimy face, and his hand flies up to dash away the blood. He glares up at the windows, and follows Aearon towards the door, wary in the case of more arrows.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
As Turlach is grazed, Gwendion steps up his pace, "Hurry Turlach," he calls behind as he catches up to the Lieutenant as he and the few that follow him reach the door, shields held over head. "Clear the debris, I will take the point," he shouts.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
The archer sharing the window with the braided woman sends forth his own arrow and steps back, allowing the woman to take her turn. She leans forward, tipping downward slightly and aims for the Gondorians attempting to gain entry in the Inn - gray eyes narrow at the sight of a Knight and it is to him she sends her arrow.

Azradi launches an arrow...
Azradi's bowshot hits Gwendion, lightly wounding him.


Turlach follows close to the Knight, kicking and shoving stones and splintered wood out of their way. A whirr of feathered shafts darts by him and finds a home in Gwendion: the hostman chases after. "Let me see it," he murmurs.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
There is a cry, though brief, from the Knight. He shakes his head at the offer, "No, inside first else more will come before you are done," and Gwendion follows the group in.

Gwendion walks through the arched doorway into the Broken Scimitar.
Gwendion has left.

Broken Scimitar
After moving through a dark passage, you enter into the gloom of a large room. The floor has been dug down into the earth to make the ceiling nearly 15 feet high. Brass lanterns are spread evenly about the chamber, throwing dim circles of light. The bar is carved from a single piece of obsidian. Above a row of tapped barrels, is mounted a huge scimitar, nearly 4 feet long. The main feature you notice is that the blade is shattered longways, and several thin strands of leather hold it together. Looking around you notice several long tables situated next to a giant flaming hearth. A couple of booths lie in the darkened corners of the room. The walls are decorated with every type of sword and blade you could possibly imagine. A circular area in the middle of the room is strangely open and tiled with a mosaic. It is red with the black symbol of a dragon. A man weathered beyond his years stands behind the bar ready to take your order.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Inside the inn, the ground floor is...well, not full of Haradrim, but there are quite a few. Many are bandaged, some are huddled in corners where they might get a few minutes of shut-eye, and some armed and almost ready to go out. Certainly, none of them appear to be expecting ten or eleven Gondorians to burst in, and there's a moment of surprised silence. One of these...is the Lady Seaward. But it only takes a moment to recover. "Intruders! Arise! Rouse yourselves!" she shouts, drawing her scimitar quickly and leaping forward to greet the first Gondorian with her welcoming steel.

Eruphel attacks Aearon with her Scimitar and mildly wounds him!

[Aearon(#16333)] 
As he bursts into the room the Lieutenant shouts "Move yourselves men!!" Seeing the number of Haradrim he takes up a defensive stance, but it is not fast enough for his is struck upon the shoulder by the blade of Eruphel, a glancing blow that does little but anger the Lieutenant. Turning to face her he adjust his shield and thrusts his spear at her torso.

Aearon attacks Eruphel with his Spear, but he misses by a hair.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
Moment's after Eruphel's cry comes a similar one from the stairwell. "Enemies at the door, Eruphel!" shouts a woman's voice. The shuffle a feet on wooden floors and twang of bows can be heard as well.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Close behind, Gwendion strides into the room, slowed by the thrust of Eruphel into the Lieutenant. He moves along the wall, arrow still sticking from the meat of his shoulder. He gives pause at the sight of these people, holding his blade aloft, but hesitating in his charge.


But Turlach does not hesitate, sidestepping roughly and shoving aside a bit of bar-furniture. With an angry growl he drives his sword down at one of the resting figures.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
Footfalls sound clearly from above now, the timbre of the sound changing as whoever moves approaches the stairwell. A tall woman appears at the top of the stairs, her bow set aside in favor of a scimitar. Lady Farside: clad in mail, cold fire flickering in her gray-eyed gaze. Her comportment and expression dares anyone to try and pass her and thus reach her archers.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Turlach's attack registers surprise on the face of the Knight, but his hesitation passes as Turlach's blade sinks into the helpless. His grip adjusted, the flat of his blade smacks loudly against the flesh and leathers of his enemies as he makes his way towards the stairwell. Bones are broken, heavy bruises met out, but the Knight blade remains free of new blood.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Jumping aside just before the spear strikes, Eruphel strikes out again, aiming lower now, to be ready to parry Aearon's spear thrust with her scimitar. "'Zradi there's a lot of them!" she announces, as more pour in. In the back of the inn's greatroom, more clashing of weapons can be heard. Eruphel tries to maneuver herself to guard the stairs.

Eruphel attacks Aearon with her Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

[Aearon(#16333)] 
More men continue to pour into the building, the command might have been for ten, but there are nearly twenty men trying to force their way inside now. The Lieutenant sees the Lady of Seaward moving towards the stairs and he shouts "Move yourselves men!!" It is at that time he is struck by Eruphel blade, the links of his chainmail are broken and his arm is torn open. Grunting in pain he thrusts his spear out in anger.

Aearon attacks Eruphel with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
A calculating gaze sweeps across the battle raging in the tavern and Azradi nods, likely in agreement with Eruphel's cry. She turns her head slightly so her voice might carry upward, though she keeps her eyes on the Gondorians approaching her stairwell. "Archers take arms!" she orders, then moves down the stairwell half-way.

It appears the Northmen's attempt to stop the archers has succeeded, though perhaps not in the way they wished...


Turlach looks up, flicking fresh blood off his sword-blade. "A bar," he says, manuevering his way roughly towards the stairwell, fever-bright eyes fixed on the Lady Farside. His laugh is heart-heavy, despondent. "How fitting."

[Imrakhor(#30834)]  
Such is Imrakhor Bragollach: his every step a laugh, his every thought a swing. And so he enters the bar without pretense, his blade singing.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Eruphel again dodges the attack, though his pressing attack forces her backward to avoid his stab, gaining him precious feet toward the stairs. "I know you...you were one of the relatives of the little girl..." She swings her blade now in an arcing motion, a diagonal slash across his front.

Eruphel attacks Aearon with her Scimitar, but Aearon parries the attack with his Spear!

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
"Lady Farside?"

Gwendion is paused again by the sights of the room, seemingly stunned to inaction, he holds for a moment once more, despite the din around him. He stands below her, squinting at the woman who has long been warring in her lands. As the room begins to fill with people, Gwendion is bumped from behind, his reverie disturbed. He looks behind him and frowns at the throng, and motions to five with his blade, "You, you, you and you, stay the rest back onto the street! There is no room for..." he pauses as the Knight-Captain enters, "Damn it," he mutters, then finishes with the men, "Back to the street! Hold the line!"

[Imrakhor(#30834)]  
The Knight-Captain laughs.

"Do I hold the line myself?" he asks of Gwendion.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
Using his spear to parry the attack from the Lady of Seaward the Lieutenant says "That I am, you were the captain of the ship.." side stepping he lunges forward and thrusts his spear at the scimitar shoulder of the woman and says with a laugh "You looked far better in the clothing you wore in Pelargir."

Aearon attacks Eruphel with his Spear, but he misses by a long shot.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
"And you struck me as a better spearman." Eruphel replies, dancing back once again to avoid the tip of the spear. It is successful, but she is giving up too much ground. Now she tries to press forward, and force the man backward to put his back against the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
For the nonce, Lady Farside keeps her position on the stairs, protecting the men above as they lay aside their bows and take up arms. Already the clatter of boots sounds as the first run towards the stairs leading down.

Azradi hears her name uttered in the accents of the North. Her eyes narrow upon the nearest Knight, trying to place the mien behind helm. It takes only a moment. "Sir Gwendion," she says, pointing her scimitar at him. "You should not have come to this place." Her voice is hard, but even. She does not appear to have noticed the presence of Imrakhor yet - such is confusion of battle.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
As the Lady of Seaward pushes the Lieutenant back he sidesteps quickly and swings his spear more like a club, so as the shaft of his weapon is aimed at the weapon hand of the lady, as he attacks he says "I too thought you would be more refined.."

 
Turlach's bleak gaze wanders the room. He starts silently on his way towards the stairwell, one foot dragging on the ground -- but his path is awash with new-roused figures, and he fights doggedly on, choking his grip on the longsword in the stiflingly close quarters.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
"Truer words have never been said," comes the sane Knight's grim reply, even as he gives a confused glance back for the Knight-Officers words.

His eye then darts towards the foot of the stairs and the Lady Seaward. His brow furrows, concern growing, as he calls back up to the Farside Lady, "It is fortune or curse that finds both Ladies of Umbar in this ruined place," his grip adjusts, and he moves to flank Eruphel, his blade sweeping towards her arm.

Gwendion attacks Eruphel with his Longsword and moderately wounds her!

[Imrakhor(#30834)]  
"Gwendion," says the Lord Bragollach, swinging his blade, "I called for you days ago. Do you despire your Lord and Captain so much?"

"I am saddened," he adds while beginning to back away.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
The spear hits Eruphel in the back of her sword hand, and she yelps in pain as the hand involuntarily releases her sword, and it clatters to the floor, falling underneath the stairs so only a portion of the hilt sticks out. Its hot, and cold, and going numb quickly. And then...the other Telepkhor strikes, hitting her arm in a slicing blow. Her blood flows red and freely down her arm, and she is forced backward, to find another weapon. A spear, from a fallen Harad soldier is quickly found, and she picks it up, ready to fight both or either man. But in so doing, the stairs are unguarded.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
"I am rather glad of her company," answers Azradi, smirking. "And so would call it a fortune." The first of the Farside archers begin to clatter down the stairs behind their Lady. "Give way, my friend, so we might join the fray!" she cries. Coiled tension limns her form as she grips her blade tighter and prepares to spring into the battle.

Dismay crosses her fair features when Eruphel indeed gives way in a most unpleasant manner.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
As the Seaward Lady drops her blade and the Knight strikes her the Lieutenant takes a step back and glances at the wound upon his shoulder, still oozing blood and covering his arm in blood. Looking back to the woman he lunges forward and thrusts his spear at her torso again, no words this time, only anger in his eyes.

Aearon attacks Eruphel with his Spear and moderately wounds her!

 
The stairs. Turlach is a blur of black-clad limbs and bright steel, dodging a scimitar-swipe and slashing out blindly; he seeks to dodge beside the Lady Seaward and so, hauling himself up the first few steps, meet the Lady Farside.

"Lady," the grim youth says politely. Gulping, he lunges forward to seek the cunning break of mail and cloth, knowing very well that his lower position is the disadvantage.

You attack Azradi with your Longsword...
Azradi dodges your attack.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Eruphel's retreat is Gwendion's chance to fill the gap, but Turlach rushes before him, taking his place. A no longer resting Haradrim gives him a new focus as she charges at him with her blade. He deflects the strike with his shield, wincing at the pain in his shoulders and answers his Lord, "I am not so hard to find, Lord Bragollach, if truly you need to see me!" he shouts back at the man, swinging his blade at his attacker.
 
[Azradi(#20135)] 
Even dismayed, the moment the stair is clear, Azradi charges down, her men behind her. She deftly dodges the sudden attack from Turlach and not wishing to lose her momentum, rushes into him, shoulder first in an attempt to push him out of the way.

Azradi attacks you with her Bare Hands!...
...and you parry her attack with your Longsword!

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
The spear hits the woman in her side, piercing her mail and lodging in between two ribs, not too deeply, and it does not stay there long. But Eruphel cries out, repositioning herself against Aearon, before feinting with the butt of her spear, then swinging the shaft around to slice at his neck with the head.

Eruphel attacks Aearon with her Spear, but she misses by a handspan.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
Lunging backwards the Lieutenant avoids the attack by the Lady of Seaward, though it is by mere inches that his throat is not slit open. Sidestepping and raising his shield he says "You should have kept your sword." And with that he lunges forward and thrusts his spear once again, though this time it is aimed at her shoulder. 

Aearon attacks Eruphel with his Spear, but he misses by a mile.

 
"I am sorry, Lady Farside, that we should meet." Turlach is not a Hostman for nothing, and as the mailed Lady rushes him he braces against the stair-wall, solidly blocking her descent. His face pales at the impact, some bone or another jarred by the motion, and the man-at-arms backs down a step -- nothing more -- and while they are close, he wraps a hand about his sword-flat, stabbing upwards with the tip.

You attack Azradi with your Longsword...
Azradi parries your attack with her Scimitar!

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Eruphel turns her shoulder away at the last moment, the shaft scraping along her clothing in a whispering way. Her sword hand throbs brightly, and she's sure it is swelling. Its too close quarters to use the weapon properly, but with a look of determination, she throws both hands up, trying to rap the bridge of Aearon's nose with the shaft of the spear.

Eruphel attacks Aearon with her Spear, but Aearon parries the attack with his shield!

[Imrakhor(#30834)]  
"Quite the hero," says Imrakhor to Gwendion. "See me when you finish here."

The Lord Bragollach moves to exit the building.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
Lady Farside's parry is no more a true parry as Turlach's stab was a true stab - but she manages to bring her blade between herself and his longsword. Close up, she actually looks into the face of her opponent. Her lips purse in disapproval. "Go home, boy," she says and swings her blade towards the side of head, flat-side first.

Azradi attacks you with her Scimitar!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for - hp's by Azradi's attack...
...you have -- left. Please RP this injury accordingly.


[Aearon(#16333)] 
The skill of the Lieutenant again saves his throat and face, for he raises his shield just in time so that the blade of the Seaward ladies spear scrapes across his shield with a metallic screech. Grunting from the sound of metal upon metal he again thrusts his spear at the woman thigh.

Aearon attacks Eruphel with his Spear and moderately wounds her!

[Imrakhor(#30834)]  
Imrakhor leaves.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
A booted foot kicks out from Gwendion towards the knee of the Haradrim he faces. It connects and knocks her from her feet. He sword swings and knocks the blade from her hand, a pause, and the flat of his blade cracks against her skull.

"Another time we shall speak on this..." but as he looks, Imrakhor is already turning to leave. A shake of his head, and a whisper, "Madness."

And then he turns from his unconscious opponent, observes the fight between Seaward and Telpekhor, then eyes the Man-at-Arms and the Lady Farside. Perhaps less than honorably, he moves to the stairwell and stabs his blade through the banister at the heels of the Lady.

Gwendion attacks Azradi with his Longsword, but he misses by a mile.

 
Lady Farside's swat rings true upon Turlach's helm, knocking it askew with a sharp ((clang)). He goes down, white fingers grasping vainly at the rail.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
The Knight's dishonorable attack goes unnoticed, for Azradi springs past Turlach the moment he's incapacitated and thus is not there to receive his strike. "Leave the boy alone for now, use your strength for the men," she orders her archers cum swordsmen and steps aside so they might descend fully and flow into the general fight.

From the corner of her eye she espies Gwendion and turns to face him.

[Aearon(#16333)] 
As more Haradrim rush down the stairs the Gondorian men within rush to meet these new enemies, swords and weapons at the ready.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Again the spear strikes its target, the sharp tip finding the meat of Eruphel's thigh. She cries out and jumps back, now sorely wishing for her blade, and glancing at the spot she last saw it. Now she ducks, thrusting low at the man's crotch, trying desperately to push him back by whatever means necessary. 

Eruphel attacks Aearon with her Spear, but she misses by a handspan.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
He raises his blade to the Lady, a salute, memories of the last encounter clear by the winkles of worry on his face. And then...

Gwendion dives towards Azradi, his blade swinging fully at the woman, a cry slipping from his lips with the movement.

Gwendion attacks Azradi with his Longsword, but he misses by a handspan.


Turlach picks himself up dizzily, both hands wrapped around his injured knee. He looks decidedly glum, sitting there a moment before he finds his sword again and descends after the rest, searching for Azradi.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
"I thought you were a man of peace," says Azradi, stepping aside easily from the path of Gwendion's attack. Her own blade comes briefly, perhaps a sketch of a salute before she swings it in from the side, seeking to slash at the man's left leg.

Azradi attacks Gwendion with her Scimitar and moderately wounds him!

[Aearon(#16333)] 
As the Seaward Lady strikes at the manhood the Lieutenant lunges backward and glares at the woman, breathing a sigh of relief that he still may one day have children. Taking up a defensive stance and holds his shield at the ready.
 
As the Lieutenant backs away two more men step up to take his place and try to attack the Seaward Lady with their swords.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Another cry, of pain, and blood as her blade slashes across the Knight's thigh. A pause brings time for his reply, "Peace or no, duty comes before. That is the sort of man I am," though he seems not proud to say it.

A breath and then his blade sweeps out again in force for the Haradrim noble.

Gwendion attacks Azradi with his Longsword, but he misses by an arm's length.


Turlach grits his teeth and limps to the base of the stairwell, gazing out with pale eyes -- the Lady Eruphel is still there, but the Lieutenant is no longer fighting with her. Silently as he can, he shoves and slashes his way across to her, driving the point of his longsword at her perhaps-unsuspecting back.

You attack Eruphel with your Longsword...
Eruphel parries your attack with her Spear!

[Azradi(#20135)] 
"And it was your duty to attack my land?!" Azradi counters, her temper rising. "Burn my keep?!" Once more she nimbly steps aside from the Knight's attack.

This time she stabs forward with her curved blade, aiming for his sword arm. "Where is Lord Karim and his family? Why didn't you try and use them to bargain ere your countryman came to your rescue?"

Azradi attacks Gwendion with her Scimitar and badly wounds him!

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
The blade sinks deep into the arm, his blade clattering to the ground. Gwendion takes a step back, his shield faced towards Azradi. He eyes his blade and weakly struggles to pick it up with his punctured arm, shouting, "I am the countrymen come to rescue!"

[Azradi(#20135)] 
Surprisingly, Azradi does not press her attack when the Knight loses his sword. She steps back a pace, in fact. With hard eyes, she regards the Bragollach for a moment. "Then where is my kinsman? Where is Lord Karim and his wife and daughter?"

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
While Eruphel was not expecting the silent attack from the side, she jumps forward quickly to avoid the thrust of the longsword. She swings the spearhead end of her weapon toward the young man. Remembering him from the dock, she mutters, "The pup..." in low tones. But now she's got her back to the stairwell, where her precious weapon rests.

Eruphel attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she misses!

 
"Not a pup," growls the Gondorian man-at-arms, leaning aside to dodge the spear-swing. "What was it?" Turlach asks, his tone derisive and harsh as he flings himself back toward the stairwell, lashing out at the Lady Seaward's shoulder. "Your folk 'come of age' at ten and ..."

You attack Eruphel with your Longsword...
Eruphel parries your attack with her shield!

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
The blade grappled in his arm, Gwendion slowly steps away from the Lady Farside. "I know not your kinsman, Lady," another step away, "I will ask and see if any know of him. If he leaves," he coughs, another step back, "I will fly a blue flag and we will barter for his life?" he offers.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
"Fourteen. Our boys may be considered full men at the age of fourteen." Eruphel corrects, letting Turlach push her back some more with his swings. "If they choose to be," she adds. Then she swings the spear like a bat, the iron-shod tip swung low toward his ankles.

Eruphel attacks you with her Spear!...
...and she hits! Ouch!
ARB: You've been injured for - hp's by Eruphel's attack...
...you have -- left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

 
"After your ships sailed, I turned seventeen," Turlach tells Lady Eruphel. "And you did not treat me as a child, either." The spear cracks against his ankle, and he yelps, losing his balance for a moment.

You forego your chance to attack.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
"Karim is Lord Caldur, Master of the Keep," Azradi explains. Her sword is lowered slightly, ready to rise to her defense in a moment but not threatening for the nonce. "Survivors report he retreated to the Keep with the last of his defenders. His wife and daughter did not escape with the townsfolk, they were caught in the siege."

She purses her lips a moment, her jaw working - as if chewing on words she is reluctant to let forth.

"These women," she says after a moment, "they did not choose my life but the traditional life of a woman. They were no threat. Even if Lord Karim was slain, they should be..."

Lady Farside cuts her own words off angrily. "I will let you live this day if you will give me your word you will seek knowledge of them and convey it to me."

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Eruphel takes the opportunity of her opponent's off-balance to lunge for the foot of the stairs, pulling the sword out with her off-hand. Now, both weapons in hand, but only able to wield one, she does what any sensible warrior would do, and throws the spear at Turlach, thus freeing up her numbed swordhand for her beloved sword.

Eruphel throws a spear...
Ow! You've been injured for -- hp's by the spear-throw.
ARB: Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Two steps back, "War as you will Lady Farside, but look for the blue flag. If I have words for you, that is how you will know. Else, until we meet again," Gwendion steps back quickly now, putting distance between him and the Lady.

"Turlach, retreat! Our relief should be here, we cannot take this building alone. Retreat and regroup!" And the the Knight attempts to leave.

 
Turlach is turned half-around by the impact of the spear; its point sinks solidly into his shield-shoulder and through it. Yanking it out with a pained gasp, the youth backs away, trying to follow Gwendion's words through the fray.


[Gwendion(#24427)] 
Dusting himself off, after slipping on the blood of one of Azradi's men, Gwendion leaves properly.

Gwendion carefully picks a path down a dark passage, heading for the outside.
Gwendion has left.

You carefully pick a path down a dark passage, heading out of the Broken Scimitar.

[(#20135)] 
'So be it, Sir Gwendion,' replies Azradi, bowing her head, 'I will look for the blue flag.' Her gray eyes sweep over the room, assessing in a moment. Then she shouts, "(UNINTELLIGIBLE SPEECH)" Those bearing the Farside raven, disengage from their opponents immediately, fighting only if an attack continues.

[Eruphel(#20109)] 
Eruphel holds out her scimitar at the ready. But there is no one there to oppose her. The spear strike had done an amazing job, and Eruphel found herself pitying the boy, despite herself. She sighs, as the Gondorians retreat, then looks up toward Azradi. "They will make this a goal, you understand..." she says, indicating the inn with a weak wave of the sword.

[Azradi(#20135)] 
"Yes," Azradi agrees, nodding. Her gaze follows the Knight until he departs the Inn, then she shifts her eyes to Eruphel. "They will and we must prepare for it."

Sighing deeply, Lady Farside lowers her blood-soaked blade at last. She claps her friend on the shoulder. "But first we rest, at least for a time," she adds, then ascends the stairs.

Date added: 2010-12-17 11:29:46    Hits: 126
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