8/18/2008

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IC time is: Late Night < About 3:06 AM >
IC day is: Orithil <Moon-day>
IC date is: 38 Iavas <Autumn>
Moon phase: Waxing Gibbous <HIDDEN>
Earendil: Gil-Estel is not visible.
IC year is: Loa 20 o Yen 22, Nelandran o Endor <TA 3044>
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RL time: Mon Aug 18 12:42:06 2008
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East Road - Near the Trollshaws
Your nightvision shows that The road runs east-west, stretching as far as the eye can see in the darkness, before becoming
lost to gloom and the intermentant twists and turns. Off to the north, almost coming down and encroaching on the slightly
overgrown road is a forest. The old, black trunks go, like the road, as far as the eye can see. To the south lies an area of
rolling, heather covered hills. This whole area is a zone of vastness, and even the dark doesn't allievate it's size.

Contents:
Galharth
Maglind
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Night sprawls over the Trollshaws, spreading inky darkness over forest and road. Clouds blot out the moon and the stars,
although a few pinpoints of light peek out through pockets of brief respite. Below, the elven-camp is dark. A few coals glow
in a ring of stones, untended. They are just enough to sketch out a shape at the edge of the tents, standing watch.

"In the darkest days, in the dawn of time, we knew the greatest of joys as the first born...." whispers a voice into the
night. A figure unseen in the shadows suddenly begins to glow as the figure pulls back the hood of his cloak to reveal his
silver hair and glowing elven complexion. "Wouldn't it be nice if we could once more see such days instead of holding our
collective breath in fear of facing what doom might be found within this land?"

Perhaps not all has to be still in this land. So thinks Thorhur as he emerges from a different part of the camp. He
resembles a phantom as he moves forward very slowly. Crystal blue eyes rest first upon the Marchwarden, then move towards
the Crafstmaster, and it is in his direction the Knight moves.

With all the stealth he can muster, the ellon reaches out a gentle hand and makes to tap Galharth on the shoulder, a smile
playing across his face as he does so.

"You know those days are past," Maglind replies, turning briefly from his post to unshoulder his longbow. "Perhaps more days
will come, but they are not ours to make, I think." His eyes glimmer for a moment, laying glance past Galharth -- on
something.

Swift is the Craftmaster's movement in response to the touch. His cloak is flung upwards as he turns and the limited light
catches upon a sword drawn in defense. "Indeed those days are past, Maglind, as are the days in which I might be caught off
guard in the wilds." Galharth says with a tilt of his head towards the phantom, "Don't you think so Thorhur?"

Thorhur giggles and steps away from the sword. "It's always worth a try, Galharth. Besides, I thought it might be best to
try to lighten the mood around here." The gaze shifts to the Marchwarden and the Knight smiles a bit. "Shall I relieve you
Maglind? I don't mind the darkness here, although it seems a bit more...ominous."

"Enjoy," Maglind replies, giving a final peer into the darkness before stepping back. "Feel at ease to call me back if
something frightens you."

Chuckling softly at the Knight, Galharth resheaths his longsword and glances between the Guards. "It is not the darkness
that anyone minds, it is what is known to lurk within these woods that bring forth that feeling." Pausing his words, the
Tailor smooths out his cloak so that it falls evenly over his body. "Friend and foe alike have spoken of the evils that have
gained a foothold here." Brushing off a speck of dirt from his shoulder, he looks up from his effort to look upon Thorhur,
"Feel free to call upon me as well, should anything step into sight, though given the choice, I'd favor running."

Thorhur takes his post, his eyes piercing through the night. A gasp is suddenly given, and he whips around towards a nearby
tree. "What was that?" he asks quietly, taking a step forward, one hand going to the sword in his belt, "I thought I saw
something..." he squints and tries to make sense of who or what he saw.

Creeping up behind the Knight, Maglind peers over his shoulder. "Is it still there?" he wonders out loud, one hand straying
to sword-belt.

Frowning, the Craftmaster watches with some interest as his own hand migrates to the hilt of his own weapon. "Let it linger
outside the ring of light and all shall be well. We've more than our own kind to protect until we reach Imladhirm...." His
words fall off to silence, waiting for something more to be said.

Another gasp is emited, louder this time, and the Knight points. The words of Galharth seem to pass right through him. "Was
that a shadow, over there?" Thorhur again points to the tree and moves forward more. The tree is old and gnarled, the trunk
very wide. "I could just be imagining things..but I know something is beyond that tree."

Whether insanity or something else stirs within him, the Knight takes off running towards the tree.

"Thorhur!" Maglind calls, sprinting a few steps after the Knight. "It's useless," he mutters, slowing to a walk as he
continues toward the tree. "Come back!"

"You'd better go after him," Galharth says flatly, "If only to remind him that a guard shouldn't leave his post." Looking to
the tents and then back to the Marchwarden, he sighs and starts for the tent. "I'll alert the other Guards so that someone
can take his post and perhaps be ready to help should you need it." With that said Galharth enters the tent and is gone from
sight.

"Wait...it's here! It's here! Come here!" Thorhur's voice is loud, but not overly so. The tree completely shields him from
view. The sounds of what appears to be a struggle ensue, then all falls silent.

"Wait! Galharth!" shouts the marchwarden as sounds of a scuffle come from behind the tree. "Oh, the silly ellon ..."
Clapping a palm to his face, Maglind trots after the missing knight. "Thorhur?" comes his voice, rather small and wary.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

Then...

"Bah!" Quicker than even he could imagine, Thorhur springs out from behind the tree with a shout, right at Maglind.

(Fade to Black)