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IC time is: Late Afternoon < About 5:00 PM >
IC day is: Ormenel <Heavens-day>
IC date is: 28 Rhiw <Winter>
Moon phase: Last Quarter <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 17 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3041>
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RL time: Tue Sep 11 18:00:04 2007
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Celebrant Path, Edge of the Mellyrn
An old path winds through a light fir grove, bordered by the rushing Celebrant to the east: so far downstream from its source, the river is wide and impassable. The scent of evergreen is strong here, and the trees are mighty and old-- but even such great trees are dwarfed by what lies to the south.

There a wide grey shadow looms, haunted by an endless rustle of leaves like poplars in the breeze: the edge of a forest of mellyrn towers above the northern firs, arched over the road and stream that runs suddenly beneath their spreading boughs. In the light of the day their stems are grey, and their quivering leaves that canopy the southern trail shine like fallow gold.

A well-concealed hithlain ladder hangs near the trunk of one of the mellyrn, some distance above the ground. It looks possible to climb up to it.

Contents:
Galharth
Elrond
Nerggish
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[Arbiter Globals(#722)] [+TIMEWARP] Elrond(#7440) timewarps this location to NIGHT.

The shadows of night continue to grow throughout the wood as the last glimmers of daylight disappears behind the mountains to the west. The snow found upon the ground to the north, fades and gives way to the clear land that lays within the protected realm. A cold wind blows from the northwest, providing a reminder that winter lurks nearby.

A figure moves within the shadows this night. From under the hood of his cloak, silvery hair reflects the building starlight. His movements are quick, and almost nervous as he moves from tree to tree, clearly seeking an unfamiliar path.

More than one figure braves the cold of this night. Nerggish upon chasing his adversary away from his camp has become lost and disoriented. Bundled up tight in pitch black clothing and slipping by on his light feet, the orc hardly makes a sound except for the slight crunching of the snow as he teeters on the edge of the forest. A dagger flashes once or twice as he twirls the weapon in his hand. Silently it rises and falls, each time glinting in the last rays of the day. For now he doesn't seem to notice a soul as he continues his eastward walk.

Moving away from the trees, Galharth draws back the hood of his cloak and looks upwards. Does he search for the stars? Sending out a soft whistle, the tailor continues to look upwards as if searching the trees. He purses his lips to whistle again, and he pauses and turns quickly around towards the sound of something moving.

Frowning, he moves back into the shadows and draws his hood back over his hair as he searches the shadows. From beneath the trees, the crafter whistles again, this time the tone seems more urgent.

Whistles? Those don't sound very birdlike. As a matter of fact the birds are all gone. The dagger stops twirling and the orc croutches low, listening for just a moment.....nothing. Cautiously and as silently as he can muster, Nerggish gets back to his walk to the east. An aura of paranoia and fear accompany him now.

From his hiding place, the Tailor shifts as he searches the canopy overhead. His movement snaps a branch. "Where are you," Galharth mutters softly as he slips further north in search of something high above. Another sound of movement gives him pause and he slowly withdraws his longsword.

From the east, an animal darts through the woods, frantically bouncing through the underbrush. The crafter draws in a fearful breath as he pushes back against the tree trunk. Again he whistles, and as the last there it sounds urgently to the treetops.

The animal runs right across the orc's path and he takes a quick step back. With a smirk and a shrug he pushes on, drawing nigh upon the elf and his position. Yet he keeps walking right past, within ten yards of the tailor. Crunch, crunch goes the snow as he remains just under the boughs of the trees. His back to the elf, Nerggish begins to quicken his pace, something not feeling right.

Sounds and movement draw the crafters gaze towards the moving Uruk. Hidden deep within the shadows, Galharth's eyes grow wide and he steps back. In his effort to sink deeper into the shadows, another branch snaps. A soft groan sounds in the night, and the Tailor takes off at a run to the southeast.

The sound startles Nerggish and he spins, dagger at the ready. Stunned by the form of the elf rushing past him, he almost begins to run the opposite direction. Warrior's instincts take over him though and the blade in his hand is flipped outwards at the running elf. His feet follow the weapon in fast persuit of Galharth. Another dagger is pulled from his belt, though an observant one would notice that it is his last one.

Nerggish throws a dagger...
Nerggish's dagger flies wide, doing no harm.

"I hope someone up there is paying attention! I need help!" Galharth calls out in sindarin. Moving to the left to avoid a bush, he is startled by a knife flying past. Pausing his forward movement, the Tailor turns, sending his cloak in a whirl around his form. Reaching up, he draws back his hood. "Don't you ever give up?" the crafter snaps as he steps forward to meet his opponent.

Lifting his sword arm, he sweeps his blade outwards towards Nerggish's arm. As he sends forth his strike, the ellon grunts with effort.

You attack Nerggish with your Longsword...
Nerggish dodges your attack.

The small, and agile orc halts his momentum and leaps to the side even as Galharth turns and attacks. He looks confused for a moment and states simply, "No. Don't you have any friends?" Snickering still the spindly orc steps forward boldy. No shield is attached to his arm this nite. The knife glimmers in the moonlight as he speaks, "Last one....better make this....." He halts as he attacks. A ferocious stab at the elf's face, an attempt to get inside that sword, while the shield still covers his back.

Nerggish attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he hits! Ouch! Galharth is lightly wounded

As the Tailor moves past the Uruk, a searing pain strikes across his cheek causes him to flinch. A soft gasp of pain escapes his lips as the knife draws away from his flesh. Turning, Galharth lifts his left hand up to touch the cut. Drawing his hand away, the starlight illuminates the deep red blood upon his fingertips.

A sindarin curse escapes the crafters lips, and he rushes forth with his blade drawn up in anger. As he nears the beast, he swings his weapon downward, aiming to maim Nerggish's leg.

You attack Nerggish with your Longsword...
Your attack against Nerggish moderately wounds him!

As swift footed as the cocky uruk thinks he is, he is no match for the intensity of the strike. He gets most of his leg out in time, what he can't gets mangled! Black blood stains the snow as it begins to seep, steaming from the vicious wound. Twisted flesh peels back underneath his leggings, hamburger style. Oh how he howls!

"You stupid tree kissing, log humping, rodent! I'

As swift footed as the cocky uruk thinks he is, he is no match for the intensity of the strike. He gets most of his leg out in time, what he can't gets mangled! Black blood stains the snow as it begins to seep, steaming from the vicious wound. Twisted flesh peels back underneath his leggings, hamburger style. Oh how he howls!

"You stupid tree kissing, log humping, rodent! I''ll make you hurt, yes!" The orc jumps forward with a groan of pain as his weight hits his wounded left leg. Still he slashes in a sideways manner with the dagger, aimed for elf flesh.

Nerggish attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

Galharth is taken aback by the insults. Tree kissing? This brings forth wide eyes on the ellon's expression. Log humping? To match the widened eyes, his jaw drops and flaps a few times as if uncertain as to what to say. "Um," he mutters. "Your big mouth hurts my ears!" he clips off as would a child facing an unwanted experience. Groaning as soon as his words leave his mouth, the Tailor clearly reveals that battle chatter is both new and unfamiliar to him.

"Oh forget it," he growls as he moves to keep the quick lipped beast in his sight. "Clearly insults is on my list of things to do, forgive me this time. Perhaps we can exchange witty chatter another day, but for now...." he says pausing his words to swing his longsword upwards, aiming to cut from hip to shoulder. "How about we just finish this!" he ends as his blade draws near to Nerggish.

You attack Nerggish with your Longsword...
Your attack against Nerggish mildly wounds him!

The orc frowns slightly as the elf speaks. Seeming a bit slower, he tries to dodge and gets hit anyway. The blade scrapes his shoulder just slightly before going to the side. The orc shrugs and hisses, "Forgive? Forgive you for eating your own nose pickings? Yes....I SAW you!" maniacal laughter rings out as he uses the moment to release his shield and jump forward, the barrier leading. He tries to push up with the armor while stabbing underneath, aiming for the kneecap.

Nerggish attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

Falling back to avoid the shield, Nerggish can not see the crafter roll his eyes. "Alas, you fall into insults befitting a human child." Galharth counters with a laugh of his own. "Next you'll be demanding a ready supply of firstborn's undergarments as the price to leave us alone!" he calls out with a chuckle. Moving to the right of the shield, he avoids the strike from underneath, but the closeness of the knife brings silence to the crafters lips.

Drawing back his arm, the Tailor stabs forth with his longsword, aiming to pierce the vile beasts thigh.

You attack Nerggish with your Longsword...
Your attack against Nerggish moderately wounds him!

Again the leg is mangled further as Nerggish cannot remove it from the sword's path. Blood flows freely from that leg and Nerggish seems pained to even put a bit of weight on it. He shrugs away the pain though, launching a vicious stab at Galharth's face, getting his own body in quite close. His rancid breath wafts upwards as he speaks, "Your frilly undies? I think not."

Immediately after stabbing, the orc begins to back away, eyes darting about anxiously.

Nerggish attacks you with his Dagger!...
...and he misses!

The Tailor's face pinches at the scent of the uruk's breath in his face, and he leans back from both the vile breath and the swing of the knife. "If not undergarments, then what? The lace itself? The silk? The embrodery? Ha!" Galharth laughs out, slipping into thoughts of craft over the fear. "Speak the truth! You followed me for a well made robe!"

Confidence grows in the ellon's expression with the continued sucess of his sword against the Uruk's flesh. "You'd look best in a simple burial cloth. Something thick and black." With that, he swings his longsword upwards, aiming once more at Nerggish's legs.

You attack Nerggish with your Longsword...
Your attack against Nerggish lightly wounds him!

This blow barely skims Nerggish's shin as he backpedals. He looks from left to right and sighs deeply. Last effort. He throws his final dagger at Galharth's face. The blade spins end over end through the air and the orc turns tail and runs to the northeast. Though his efforts at retreat are hindered by the terribly wounded leg.

Nerggish throws a dagger...
Nerggish's dagger flies wide, doing no harm.

Ducking down to avoid the tossed knife, Galharth stands his ground and watches his opponent limp away. His left hand dips under his cloak, and a moment later he witdraws something. "Don't go..." he taunts. "I haven't gotten my measurements yet," the Tailor calls out as he flips his wrist to unfurl a long white measuring tape. "Come back! It'll only take a moment more."

Shaking his head, the crafter begins to back up, seeking his own escape. Carefully watching Nerggish, he waits a moment more before turning and running westward into the shadows.