The Need to Heal... and preparations for Battle!

[tomcat]

Holding his side, Fengel slowly moved back from the two creatures with which he had been combatting, never taking his eyes from them. The advantage that Edrahil had created may have saved the Eothraim for he felt weak and knew that if he fell, the ghouls would not allow him up again. He continued backward until he bumped into the horses. The animals were skittish from the presence of the mewlips but they seemed to be calmed by their masters as they climbed into their saddles.

Edrahil stood just behind Dirnhael and Durgil. The effects of the magic were beginning to wane, but he needed to keep up the advantage for his comrades as much as possible. Again he yelled out an intimidating command.

"Return to your holes foul servants of the Shadow! Lest you feel more of our wrath!"

OOC: Intimidate (Power)
Intimidate +8, Dazed -1, MB +5 (residual for the next 2 rounds)
Roll(2d6)+12: 6,4,+12 Total:22

Mewlips Opposed Willpower TN 22
Roll(2d6)+1: 3,1,+1 Total:5 DISASTROUS FAILURE (Unmanned)

The creatures had very little intelligence, only the need to devour the flesh of the living. Still, they knew that before them stood one of the Eldar who contained great power and they feared him! Scampering and scurrying over themselves, the ghouls fled from the small encampment disappearing into the dimly lit night. The shoved through the harsh, spined bramble before them uncaring as the Thistletyne tore into their flesh.

In moments, the companions were alone with no threat before them only the dark patches of bramble. The harsh, spined wood was a dangerous reminder of the cold land around them... the cold land of Angmar.

Dirnhael immediately turned to see if the passing army had taken notice of the Company but they were further down the road from where they had been first seen. The fight had gone unnoticed!

Still, Durgil slowly moved to where the wargs had disappeared to make sure that those creatures were not going to be threatening anytime soon. Except for their tracks, he saw no other trace.

OOC: Let me know if you guys are planning on staying where you are for Edrahil to tend the wounded. If not, the benefits of the following rolls will not be applicable until you get to your next stop.

Healing +6, Affinity bonus from companions +3
Daelhun TN 20 - Roll(2d6)+9: 1,5,+9 Total:15 FAILED
Dirnhael TN 15 - Roll(2d6)+9: 4,5,+9 Total:18 SUCCES (9 Health restored)
Edrahil TN 10 - Roll(2d6)+9: 4,3,+9 Total:16 SUCCESS (9 Health restored)
Fengel TN 20 - Roll(2d6)+9: 3,3,+9 Total:15 FAILED

[GandalfOfBorg]

Being uninjured himself, Durgil does what he can to aid everyone and keep an eye on things while Edrahil tends to his comrades.  A small smirk crosses his face as he realizes how in awe he was of the Eldar and being in his company when they first started out and now how he can't think of a better comrade for any reason, just as he feels for the dwarf, Rohir, and especially Dirnhael.

[tomcat]

In moments, the companions were alone with no threat before them, only the dark patches of bramble; the harsh, spined wood reaching up from the ground like cold, cracked claws. They were a dangerous reminder of the cold land around them... the cold land of Angmar.

Dirnhael immediately turned to see if the passing army had taken notice of the Company but they were further down the road from where they had been first seen. The fight had gone unnoticed! Still, Durgil slowly moved to where the wargs had disappeared to make sure that those creatures were not going to be threatening anytime soon. Except for their tracks, he saw no other trace.

Running back, Durgil mounted alongside his comrades. Though they were weary and wounded, they would take the opportunity to move from the encampment and try to find another location where they could hole up and rest and allow Edrahil to tend their wounds.

The only direction they could go that would take them north was in the same direction that the mewlips had fled. They had no choice and steered their horses through the bramble continuing the circuitous route around the towers of Cargash. The track weaved back and forth but still they made a northerly progress and did not again see the creatures that had attacked them earlier.

The Company pushed on under the wan light of the moon, the path bringing them to a small ridge that dropped less than five feet down to a mist cloaked plain of coarse, frozen grass. The horses began to whicker and they nervously put their ears back but continued to follow their masters' prodding. As they rode, the men and elf could see upon the frozen ground broken metal rings that were once shields and rusted and shattered weapons. The piles of wrecked pieces of war also showed evidence of the fallen - bones shone white from the moon above.

"We ride upon a field of battle," spoke Edrahil. "T'was long ago, but the Rhudaurim once tried to keep back the corruption of Angmar. Unfortunately they fell to greed and temptation, betraying themselves and their kin and aiding in the destruction of Cardolan."

Unbeknownst to all but the Eldar, the dead that still walked moved along in a parallel course with the riders waiting for some opportunity. Yet the power of Edrahil kept the creatures at bay. "Hopefully," thought the Sindar, "until the break of day!"

Their progress was slow but went unhindered and at long last they climbed up off of the plain, back into the brambles, on the north-east side of the enemy's towers. The road was about 500 meters to their left when they came upon a nook within the Thistletyne that gave them ample cover. They slid from their saddles and most fell to the ground to lay exhausted. Dirnhael fell asleep as Edrahil tended the claw rakes on his arms, legs and torso.

[tomcat]

I want to know how long you guys want to rest to heal. I have applied the effects of Edrahil's healing to those that were successful and for the normal nights rest.

[sdrotar]

I want to know how long you guys want to rest to heal. I have applied the effects of Edrahil's healing to those that were successful and for the normal nights rest.[/color]

"We must press on," Dirnhael said.
"Though we are weary, time is now our enemy - and the enemy of those back at Barad Eldanar."

He looked around at his men - was he pushing them too far?
He hoped not - but he saw no alternative...

[GandalfOfBorg]

"I told you we should have burned the brambles," Durgil says in mild jest.


"I agree.  This is not just for Camentir now."

[sdrotar]

"I told you we should have burned the brambles," Durgil says in mild jest.

Dirnhael laughed - for the first time in what had seemed like ages.
He clapped his young friend on the shoulder, and wandered off to see how Edrahil was faring with the others...