Sands of Harad: RPG - Page 7

Lady Willow Rose · 06-24-2006, 05:21 PM

Nessa saw the denial on 'Abal's face and simply walked away before she could have the offer thrown in her face. Bayhas's words reached her ears.

Something softened in the general area of her heart.

"Ah, Bayhas..." she murmured. "If I had been free, I probably would have loved you." With that, she walked away into the desert.

They no longer had need of her.

rohirrim TR · 06-26-2006, 06:20 PM

"I will lead you to the Chieftain, in the morning, but it may not be as simple as you would wish" Abal finally said.

"I see, are there any custom we need to know about, you know the kind that -if offended- cause fatalities?" Curamir replied.

Oh thats all we need, thought Hluor.

Udukhaturz · 06-26-2006, 07:42 PM

Bayhas' eyes followed Nessa as she walked away into the desert. He thought about their old animosities, their arguments, how she always ran away - still there had once been something deep between them. Though it was dead, perhaps a little spark remained. Bayhas remounted his horse, eased the beast into a walk and set off following her at a leisurely pace. Putting his fingers to his mouth, he signaled to his men with a whistle, and when he had their attention, he gave them the command to follow him but far to the rear.

One never could be certain what might happen in the desert. Although Nessa could take care of herself, maybe she would like a little company. After all, they were in the territory of the Abiza tribe.

Lady Willow Rose · 06-26-2006, 07:50 PM

Nessa was too lost in thought to notice that she had company, no matter how far back. Memories stirred in her heart, in her eyes.

She could remember her mother's face just before she ran... Pained, desperate, broken...

All the things Nessa had felt within herself. "Oh, mother," she whispered. "Who knew that loving father would cause the suffering of two women? Who knew two hearts would break?" Nessa shook her head.

Sometimes she wished she had never existed. That her mother and father had never met.

Then her grandmother would not have cursed them all.

Acalewia · 06-26-2006, 08:12 PM

"Aside from that woman, you have no fear" 'Abel said. "Father searched for Cumaar for sometime after his parents' death. Father and I are the only family he has left"
"That sounds familiar," Elnar muttered. 'Abel turned to him. There was something about the man's eyes. She decided to drop what she was going to say.
"Which of you is the leader of the group?" she said instead.

rohirrim TR · 06-28-2006, 05:04 PM

"I was appointed as Captain of this band" Curamir answered.

"I asked who was the 'leader" Abal replied, looking around at the rangers.

"I lead these men" Curamir answered coldly.

"I see" Abal had many questions in her eyes but for some reason she didn't ask them.

"You have nothing to fear as long as you are as perilous as the man you carry for the desert has no use for weaklings"

I don't like the sound of that, thought Hluor.

Lady Willow Rose · 06-28-2006, 10:59 PM

Nessa halted for a moment and looked back. It felt wrong to leave them. So very, very wrong.

Something would happen to Elnar, perhaps. Or to Curamir.

And it would be her fault for not staying.

She bit her lip and thought.

Acalewia · 06-29-2006, 01:38 PM

'Abel looked at Curamir coldly.
"Non survive the desert that are weak. You all survived the trek from Gondor to this point. So far you are strong" she smirked. "But will it last?"
Elnar gave her an equelly cold look that only a full elf could could match, but said nothing.

Lady Willow Rose · 06-29-2006, 11:21 PM

Nessa's feet did not even itch when she walked back toward the Gondorians. Her plan was simple. She would look after them but not interract.

Nessa would protect them at all costs.

Why? Not even she was sure.

Acalewia · 06-30-2006, 05:56 PM

'Abel watched the men. The one with the old eyes was looking at her coldly. She stepped back.

What is she up to Elnar wondered. He glanced past her.
"Sweet Valar!" he cried as dozens of men seemed to pop out of the sand. He had his sword out a fraction of a second before Curumir

Lady Willow Rose · 07-01-2006, 12:58 AM

Nessa's breath caught in her throat when she saw the Gondorians surrounded by desert people. Her hands closed over the long knives she keps strapped to her thighs. She crouched down and waited.

Acalewia · 07-01-2006, 01:24 PM

Elnar looked around. 'Abel was gone.
"She lured us into a trap!" Elnar said, his voice had a dangerous tone.
"I'm going to assume you mean 'Abel" He didn't know who said it.
"Elberith!" he cried as the sandmen attacked.

Lady Willow Rose · 07-01-2006, 08:27 PM

Nessa drew her weapons and came at the desert men at a run. In other words, she appeared out of nowhere in a cloud of dust. She kicked, slashed and dodged. Her feet moved too fast for mortal eyes to see and even Elnar had trouble sorting out which foot went where.

The distraction nearly cost him his life when a tribesman swung a blade down toward his head. A long knife intercepted it, caught the hilt and disarmed the man. Nessa kicked high and her foot connected with his jaw. He fell harmlessly to the ground.

"Keep a sharper eye," she said quickly to Elnar before continuing onward.

Acalewia · 07-01-2006, 09:18 PM

"Advice taken" he said as he blocked a blow from another sand man. Another left a gash on his left arm, who in return was knocked senseless by the half-elf. Thoughts drifted as Elnar fought. Renvan. He knocked another to the ground. Dying in his arms. He tried not to think of the past It would do no good here.

'Abel watched the fight from a safe distance. The Tarks were skilled. She watched the man who claimed to lead them and the man with the old eyes. Both had great skill.
Those two are not weak she concluded. The fighting continued.

Lady Willow Rose · 07-01-2006, 10:39 PM

Nessa ducked down and thought. There were too many tribesmen. She looked about and caught sight of 'Abel a good ways away. Nessa smirked cruelly.

It took five seconds for her feet to carry her to 'Abel. She held her knife against the tribewoman's neck and hissed, "Call them off."

Acalewia · 07-02-2006, 09:35 PM

'Abel smirked.
"I'll call them off when I feel the Tarks are strong enough for the desert" The knife pressed closer to her neck. "Why do you care that the men don't kill them"

The old wound on the left side of Elnar's chest throbbed, as it always did in a fight for the past thirty years. He caught sight of Nessa. It was really a blur, but the next moment she was next to 'Abel.
What does she think she's doing?

Lady Willow Rose · 07-02-2006, 10:01 PM

"I care because they have been trudging through the desert hopelessly trying to bury their comrade. Your cousin!" Nessa hissed. "If you do not call off the men I will slit your throat and lose very little sleep over the matter."

jammi567 · 07-03-2006, 07:08 AM

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Acalewia · 07-03-2006, 05:31 PM

"You slit my throat, and the men will not be called off," She smiled. "I see you care for these men." With a forefinger and thumb, she took the blade of Nessa's knife and moved it away from her throat. 'Abel gave a shrill whistle and the men moved back, leaving the Ranger's standing back to back.

Lady Willow Rose · 07-03-2006, 05:40 PM

Nessa carefully eased down. "They are strong. Let them be now. Take your cousin and bury him."

'Abel elbowed the woman in the gut, twisted her hand until the knife hit the sand and finally drew her own dagger. She pressed the steel to Nessa's throat.

"I have wanted to do this a long time," she hissed.

06-24-2006, 05:21 PM	#121
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa saw the denial on 'Abal's face and simply walked away before she could have the offer thrown in her face. Bayhas's words reached her ears. Something softened in the general area of her heart. "Ah, Bayhas..." she murmured. "If I had been free, I probably would have loved you." With that, she walked away into the desert. They no longer had need of her. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

06-26-2006, 07:50 PM	#124
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa was too lost in thought to notice that she had company, no matter how far back. Memories stirred in her heart, in her eyes. She could remember her mother's face just before she ran... Pained, desperate, broken... All the things Nessa had felt within herself. "Oh, mother," she whispered. "Who knew that loving father would cause the suffering of two women? Who knew two hearts would break?" Nessa shook her head. Sometimes she wished she had never existed. That her mother and father had never met. Then her grandmother would not have cursed them all. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

06-26-2006, 08:12 PM	#125
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	"Aside from that woman, you have no fear" 'Abel said. "Father searched for Cumaar for sometime after his parents' death. Father and I are the only family he has left" "That sounds familiar," Elnar muttered. 'Abel turned to him. There was something about the man's eyes. She decided to drop what she was going to say. "Which of you is the leader of the group?" she said instead. __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

06-28-2006, 10:59 PM	#127
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa halted for a moment and looked back. It felt wrong to leave them. So very, very wrong. Something would happen to Elnar, perhaps. Or to Curamir. And it would be her fault for not staying. She bit her lip and thought. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

06-29-2006, 01:38 PM	#128
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	'Abel looked at Curamir coldly. "Non survive the desert that are weak. You all survived the trek from Gondor to this point. So far you are strong" she smirked. "But will it last?" Elnar gave her an equelly cold look that only a full elf could could match, but said nothing. __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

06-26-2006, 07:42 PM	#123
Udukhaturz Shadow Lord of Morgul Join Date: Sep 2005 Posts: 547	Bayhas' eyes followed Nessa as she walked away into the desert. He thought about their old animosities, their arguments, how she always ran away - still there had once been something deep between them. Though it was dead, perhaps a little spark remained. Bayhas remounted his horse, eased the beast into a walk and set off following her at a leisurely pace. Putting his fingers to his mouth, he signaled to his men with a whistle, and when he had their attention, he gave them the command to follow him but far to the rear. One never could be certain what might happen in the desert. Although Nessa could take care of herself, maybe she would like a little company. After all, they were in the territory of the Abiza tribe.

06-29-2006, 11:21 PM	#129
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa's feet did not even itch when she walked back toward the Gondorians. Her plan was simple. She would look after them but not interract. Nessa would protect them at all costs. Why? Not even she was sure. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

06-30-2006, 05:56 PM	#130
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	'Abel watched the men. The one with the old eyes was looking at her coldly. She stepped back. What is she up to Elnar wondered. He glanced past her. "Sweet Valar!" he cried as dozens of men seemed to pop out of the sand. He had his sword out a fraction of a second before Curumir __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

07-01-2006, 12:58 AM	#131
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa's breath caught in her throat when she saw the Gondorians surrounded by desert people. Her hands closed over the long knives she keps strapped to her thighs. She crouched down and waited. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

07-01-2006, 01:24 PM	#132
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	Elnar looked around. 'Abel was gone. "She lured us into a trap!" Elnar said, his voice had a dangerous tone. "I'm going to assume you mean 'Abel" He didn't know who said it. "Elberith!" he cried as the sandmen attacked. __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

07-01-2006, 08:27 PM	#133
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa drew her weapons and came at the desert men at a run. In other words, she appeared out of nowhere in a cloud of dust. She kicked, slashed and dodged. Her feet moved too fast for mortal eyes to see and even Elnar had trouble sorting out which foot went where. The distraction nearly cost him his life when a tribesman swung a blade down toward his head. A long knife intercepted it, caught the hilt and disarmed the man. Nessa kicked high and her foot connected with his jaw. He fell harmlessly to the ground. "Keep a sharper eye," she said quickly to Elnar before continuing onward. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

07-01-2006, 09:18 PM	#134
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	"Advice taken" he said as he blocked a blow from another sand man. Another left a gash on his left arm, who in return was knocked senseless by the half-elf. Thoughts drifted as Elnar fought. Renvan. He knocked another to the ground. Dying in his arms. He tried not to think of the past It would do no good here. 'Abel watched the fight from a safe distance. The Tarks were skilled. She watched the man who claimed to lead them and the man with the old eyes. Both had great skill. Those two are not weak she concluded. The fighting continued. __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

07-01-2006, 10:39 PM	#135
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa ducked down and thought. There were too many tribesmen. She looked about and caught sight of 'Abel a good ways away. Nessa smirked cruelly. It took five seconds for her feet to carry her to 'Abel. She held her knife against the tribewoman's neck and hissed, "Call them off." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

07-02-2006, 09:35 PM	#136
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	'Abel smirked. "I'll call them off when I feel the Tarks are strong enough for the desert" The knife pressed closer to her neck. "Why do you care that the men don't kill them" The old wound on the left side of Elnar's chest throbbed, as it always did in a fight for the past thirty years. He caught sight of Nessa. It was really a blur, but the next moment she was next to 'Abel. What does she think she's doing? __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

07-02-2006, 10:01 PM	#137
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	"I care because they have been trudging through the desert hopelessly trying to bury their comrade. Your cousin!" Nessa hissed. "If you do not call off the men I will slit your throat and lose very little sleep over the matter." __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

07-03-2006, 07:08 AM	#138
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07-03-2006, 05:31 PM	#139
Acalewia Halfelven Daughter of the Dunedain, President of Entmoot Join Date: Jul 2005 Location: In trouble. As usual. Posts: 4,674	"You slit my throat, and the men will not be called off," She smiled. "I see you care for these men." With a forefinger and thumb, she took the blade of Nessa's knife and moved it away from her throat. 'Abel gave a shrill whistle and the men moved back, leaving the Ranger's standing back to back. __________________ "Acaly und Hektor fur Presidants fur EntMut fur life!"~ inked Don't meddle in the affairs of Dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup. "Don't be such a sour wolf" Stiles ~ Heart Monitor http://www.wattpad.com/user/IceQueenofMitera

07-03-2006, 05:40 PM	#140
Lady Willow Rose Elf Lord Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: In a field of paper flowers Posts: 733	Nessa carefully eased down. "They are strong. Let them be now. Take your cousin and bury him." 'Abel elbowed the woman in the gut, twisted her hand until the knife hit the sand and finally drew her own dagger. She pressed the steel to Nessa's throat. "I have wanted to do this a long time," she hissed. __________________ Real love is a mixture of pleasure, pain and a soul-deep happiness that blasts any complaints out of the water. When you're in love, his voice makes you smile and his laughter warms your heart. And when he weeps, you feel yourself dying in each fallen tear. Love is madness of the very best sort.

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