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Post by Ven on Feb 17, 2004 22:33:47 GMT -5
((( I hope you guys don't mind me joining!!!! Oh and Hart is a little ways up the river, just so ya know. ))) Hart yawned and looked blearily around. He was sure he had heard singing just a few moments ago..... or had it been longer than a few moments? He simply couldn't tell anymore. Moments seemed to take a lifetime since he had gone back to his village to find smouldering embers and ruins in its place. Even Artos was gone, all that was left was the hilt and crossguard section of his sword, which Hart carried with him, for no particular reason except that Artos had been his friend. Sighing, but not at all without hope, Hart plopped down on a rock next to the Loudwater, the river he had grown up next to. The water moved and rushed about the rocks noisily, only proving true it's name. Yawning, Hart wrapped his cloak closer about him, got up, and walked on.
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Post by Ze on Feb 17, 2004 22:36:15 GMT -5
"You'd be surprised anyway, how bad things are. Even with the ones you love, or are supposed to love anyway, things are bad." Artos raised one knee and rested his head on it. "There aren't many to trust anymore, least not where I am from, I knew a few, but not too many."
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Post by Kait on Feb 17, 2004 22:48:29 GMT -5
((Not at all. Glad to have you on board.))
"There aren't many to trust anymore, least not where I am from, I knew a few, but not too many."
*Naurwen's smile quickly faded as she shook her head.* "Do you honestly think that I don't know the evils of this world...? I don't think anything but an orc dancing around in a gown would surprise me at this point. Just keep in mind that, despite my young appearance, I've been around far longer than you or any of your kin. I've seen my fair share of corruption..." *She stopped there, realizing that she was being too passionate than she should be. She calmed herself, trying to think of how one of her superiors would react to this situation. This man had just seen loved ones killed... He was too fragile for her to be ranting like this. Sighing, she changed her tone to a much softer one.* "Anyway... There's always some good in this world... Even if it's hard to find. A trip to Rivendell will show you that."
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Post by Ze on Feb 18, 2004 19:12:58 GMT -5
Yay. rants are fun. -------------------------- Artos just sighed and stared at the fire. He truly wanted to believe her,believe that in this world of hatred, as he believed it, there was light and goodness still. But it was too hard, his eyes had been clouded by the hate he felt for the orcs, and by the hate others had felt for him. He had grown up, believing, that the world was just out to screw you over, and the attack on his town helped to prove that. And now, Naurwen was trying to convince him otherwise. He wanted to believe her, but it was just too hard.
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Post by Kait on Feb 18, 2004 19:23:12 GMT -5
*Naurwen noticed the look on Artos' face and simply lowered her head. Sighing, she simply stood and walked to her bags, finding and removing a smooth metal pot. After filling it with water from the river, she set it up over the fire.* "Now that you're awake, I can change your bandages... Plus I should clean the wound again... Earlier I was in such a rush to stop the bleeding that I didn't purify the water first by boiling it... I'm not used to tending to mortal men... You're still open to infection..." *Gathering the necessary supplies again, Naurwen knelt down at his side, gently unwrapping his shoulder. As soon as the water began to bubble, Naurwen took the pot from the fire, waiting for it to cool. She then began washing his wound again in silence, afraid of upsetting him further.*
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Post by Ze on Feb 18, 2004 19:34:24 GMT -5
Artos just sat there as she cleaned his wound. He continued to think of his home. He may not have had the best life, but there were many things he was proud of: his house, he had inherited that house from his father, and it had been in their family since it was built. There was also his sword. When he was young, he was taught how to make swords and other such weapons by the best craftsman in the town, and when he got his first chance, he created that sword, pouring his heart into it, and now it was gone. And finally, his horse, Soul Fire, a pure black horse, a long, beautiful mane, the fastest in town. His father bought it when it was a colt, and he had helped to raise it, when his father passed away, Artos had raised it and taken care of it. Soul Fire grew to be a strong horse, and his pride and joy, probably the only thing that kept him sane while living with Camille, and he was gone too, hopefully living wild if he was lucky. But those things didn't matter now, he just had to concentrate on the matters at hand. His home was gone and there was nothing he could do about it now, but the least he could do, was to eventually, slay the orc that had broken his sword.
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Post by Kait on Feb 18, 2004 19:42:17 GMT -5
*Just as Naurwen finished securing the last of the new bandages, a distant noise reached her ears... Naurwen quickly stood, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. She listened carefully, recognizing the sound of footsteps. Rhovan stirred in the grass, rising as well with a snort. Naurwen looked down the road where she could see a figure moving in the dark. It appeared to be another man although she couldn't be sure...* ((Enter Hart, stage left. lol. ))
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Post by Ze on Feb 18, 2004 19:44:51 GMT -5
Artos was disturbed from his thoughts, by Naurwen suddenly standing and looking as if she were getting ready to draw her sword sword. "What is it?" he asked her, "what's coming?"
----------------------------- I'm to sword happy. lol.
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Post by Kait on Feb 18, 2004 19:54:48 GMT -5
"What is it? What's coming?"
*Naurwen's eyes never left the figure as she replied quietly.* "I'm not sure... A man but I can't recognize him... I'm not taking any chances with you unable to defend yourself properly."
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Post by Ze on Feb 18, 2004 19:59:42 GMT -5
Artos just stared at Naurwen as she stared at the figure that was inevitably getting closer. He got to his feet figuring, that if anything Were to happen, he would meet it standing, with what little dignity he could muster, rather than sit and wait impatiently.
----------------------- And this is when Ven could have Hart do something, so log in Ven...NOW!...um...
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Post by Ven on Feb 18, 2004 21:58:03 GMT -5
(((Yes, entering left... uhm.. now... -enters stage left and bows- I am late. ))) Muttering and cursing under his breath, Hart crashed his way through the underbrush that seemed to be placed there just to hinder him. He came to a small clearing and looked up, brushing his dark hair out of his eyes to see.... and Elven maiden and... ARTOS?! 'Artos?! Is that you?' Hart hadn't known Artos that well, but all the same, it was nice to see a familiar face. 'And who is this?' he gestured to the Elf with a grin. Hart always had had a tendency to make light of the situation, even the burning and pillaging of his own pillage came as a rather small thing to him, as he hadn't lost much, other than a place to live.
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Post by Ze on Feb 18, 2004 22:02:04 GMT -5
Artos walked past Naurwen and stared at Hart in shock. "Hart? y-you're alive! how... I can't believe it..." he gaped at Hart, before realizing he had yet to introduce Naurwen. "Oh, this is Naurwen," he said indicating her," she saved my life...how...where...were you?
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Post by Kait on Feb 18, 2004 22:10:08 GMT -5
"Artos?! Is that you?"
*Naurwen glanced back and forth between the two men, wondering how they knew each other.*
"And who is this?"
*Naurwen noticed his grin, her grip on her sword hilt relaxing slightly.*
"Hart? Y-you're alive! How... I can't believe it..."
*Naurwen smiled a little, glad to see that Artos had found at least one survivor...*
"Oh, this is Naurwen, she saved my life... how... where... were you?"
*At that introduction, Naurwen couldn't help but laugh softly, her hand leaving her sword and dropping to her side. She shook her head lightly, her reddish-brown hair falling into her pale face, and leaned against Rhovan who had made his way protectively to her side.*
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Post by Ze on Feb 18, 2004 22:14:59 GMT -5
"I can't believe this..." Artos continued to stare Hart. "How is it that you made it alive, I saw everybody die, how did you...in fact I didn't even see you there. Where were you?" he continued his questions.
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Post by Ven on Feb 18, 2004 22:19:17 GMT -5
'Oh... I was uhm.... where was I? Oh! Right! Uhm.. visiting! With some... relatives!' Hart laughed nervously, and suddenly seemed genuinely fascinated with the ties on his tattered red cloak.
And I found your sword, or what's left of it at any rate,' his cheery manner vanished as he pulled the hilt and cross-guard section of Artos's sword out of his belt and handed it to him.
'No one made it away alive? I mean no one? I thought that there were at least few... that's why I followed the river and found you two. Oh!' he said, suddenly remebereing his manners, 'I am called Hart and it is a pleasure to meet you, Lady Naurwen,' he bowed dramatically, 'at your service.'
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