Re: The army of Rivendell
- Mascatarma strode in confidently and stood before Elrond, not
bothering to make any attempt to greet him. But she reminded herself
soon enough that her future lay in the hands of this elf, he could
have her sent to prison, or set free, it all depended on her actions
now. So, with a great effort she smiled at him and tried to be
"Good day, Elrond. It is a pleasure to see you. Though I expect you
are not so happy to see me. But may I ask that you judge me for what
I am now, and not as the killer I once was."
She stared at the ground in an awkward silence, not daring to look
him in the eye incase he saw any of the old Mascatarma's angry spirit
in her, for she had no doubt it was still there.
- Carag just leaned back in time to avoid the dagger thrown by Destiney
and he looked over his shoulder and gave her a viscous look. "You may
hate us, but theres no need to kill us!" But he couldn't spend any
more time lecturing Destiney and he turned, he saw Morra at the door
and realised this was his only hope. He could fight Oland, but his
chances of victory with his terribly injured leg were slim , he could
let Gwen fight Oland, but then there was the chance he would loose
her, or he could get help from Morra.
"Morra, help us! Oland has been taken by some madness, he has
attacked us all. You must help us!" He pushed back blood soaked hair
from his face and tried to stand, but the pain from the dagger wound
stabbing and throbbing violently through his body. He grabbed the
edge of the table and pulled himself up for another attempt on Oland.
He thrust down the burning chair leg and the moment it left his hand
the fire went out, he know picked up the dagger Destiney had so
narrowly missed him with.
"Oland, listen to me. I don't want to fight you, just stop this
insanity now and nobody will be hurt any further. You have caused
enough chaos, now come to your senses." He tried desperatly to keep
his temper with Oland and his anger showed in his voice, but he
didn't want to become a murderer. But even as he spoke those final
words his leg went from beneath him and he fell to the ground again,
bathing in a pool of blood. He gritted his teeth in determination
that he would help Gwen, but it was useless, the blood loss was too
much, and he knew he could not fight Oland, not without using dark