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Started by tomcat, May 01, 2014, 12:46 PM
Quote from: tomcat on May 14, 2014, 09:01 PMThose around Dirnhael did not see him at first, only heard his commanding voice, and some felt his presence. He was a knight, a noble, and a Dúnadan of renown - yes, within his own realm far away - but that strength of self was recognized by these simple farmers, peasants, and swordsmen. No longer subdued by cloak and guise, Dirnhael was seen for what he was, even in the fading light, and the folk around him rallied to his call. One lad pointed, "There Mi'Lord! There is the river bastion where Lord Guilin prepares our defense. He wished us to first fill the water line with these terrible devices." The boy showed one of the jack-shaped caltrops, its barb grey and keen in the night. "Do we finish this or follow your command?"The task was all but done, yet there were still some to disperse. Dirnhael knew it was futile to worry about this defense when arrows now rained down and many cried out from their wounds.
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