(Rhavaniel, there isn't any room for any more Elvish captives, unfortuantly. The list is filled up. Oh, and here's my Khand citizen though I'm gonna quickly delete my rescuer elf - if you wanna change or delete any of your characters, do so before you post your first RPG paragraph(s).

Name: Rei Hoth
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Race: Human
Appearance: http://belaeris.blog.jeuxvideo.com/imag ... 553426.jpg
Personality: Mischevious, inquisitive, selfish & inconsiderate.
Weapons: A scavenged Orc sword
Skills: Swordsman & tracker
Brief Info: Wants to prove his strength to the older men by joining the elf hunt - also craves money so the reward is ideal.)
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Mordollwen winced in pain as the one of the cruel men tugged at the rope which bore her shaking hands. She tried to speak but she was gagged, bellowing out for help was hopeless. The herd of men were taking the captives East, she couldn't work out why they needed elves, perhaps for some duty or other. She closed her eyes and tried to whisper words in the mortals' heads but she was far too weak and shocked to do so.
Rei glanced at the elf he was dragging along, her pale eyes seemed to dim due to fatigue and she was obviously trembling. He moved up to her and removed the cloth from her mouth.
"Elf - do you need rest? You will be no use if you come to Khand barely mobile.", he snapped at her.
She glared up at him, her eyes seemed to glisten for a second but she shook the sudden relief away. "I refuse to do anything which will be useful for you or the others. I'd rather decay.", she hissed at him and spoke no more.
"So be it."
He gagged the unfortunate elf once more and carried on mercilessly dragging her along.

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Another man appeared suddenly from a forested copse, roughly dragging another female elf. She was likewise bound but not gagged, and she bore four angry parallel scrapes across her face, obviously from the man's armored gauntlet. She was hurling a constant stream of insults in her native tongue at him and resisting with all her power.
The man gave an annoyed growl and twisted her bound arms behind her. The elf gave a yelp of pain and subsided, flushed. Her black eyes glittered with fury. "Got one," he grunted to the other, and the elf promptly kicked him in the shin. He took no notice except to calmly twist her arm further, eliciting a cry of pain. "I assumed it would be more difficult - these elves are hardly more than exalted humans," he commented coldly.
"You vile son of an orc! Don't touch me! I ought to-" hissed the elf, but was stopped midsentence.
"If you continue," began the man, "I can promise you the consequences will not be enjoyable. For the last time - cease your resistance!"
The elf, did so, but there was only rage in her dark eyes and she obviously had no intention of obeying for long. He released her twisted wrists, still keeping a firm hold on her upper arm.

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Fearan stumbled as he was dragged along. Coarse ropes bound his hands. The man that bound him was the one that dragged him along. He was large and burly, and it seemed his only vocab consisted of grunts. To his right he heard a female elf, screaming and cursing. "Meleth, save your strength!" He shouted back in elvish. "You'll need it!" Then, switching to common speech so his captor could understand, he asked "Mighty fine day for capturing elves, isn't it?" The man grunted and pulled on the rope, causing him to stumble further. "You know, if you unbound me, I would be able to travel much faster" The Khand mand runted again, but for the first time spoke. "And then you would escape."
The elf feigned a surprised expression. "He speaks!" he said sarcastically. "NOw can you tell me your name?" The man turned, obviosly fustrated. "You may call my Korth." He tugged the rope again. Fearan grumbled elven curses while giving Korth a totally innocent look.

Meleth, having stopped, looked up quickly as she saw Fearan, an expression of horror crossing her face. "Mellon nin - how many more of us are there?" she gasped, distressed.
"Oh, as many as possible," the tall man who held her replied nastily. Meleth shot him a murderous glare and opened her mouth, doubtless to utter some particularly cutting insult, but he raised an eyebrow and brandished his armored glove as a warning. Meleth thought better of it - she had already suffered that (as was shown clearly by the gashes across her cheek) and had no wish to repeat the experience. She switched to Elvish. "Fearan - how is it that you are here too..." she murmured, eyes cast down. Normally Meleth did not give off an air of defeat or of delicacy, but the man who stood holding her bound wrists behind her made her look very small and vulnerable indeed.

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[Let meh know if I'm needed then ]

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. O r b i s N o n S u f f i c i t .

"I was captured" The elf replied. Thinking it over, and finding his answer was quite obvious, added. "I don't know how, but some of my herbs got switched. Instead of a lovely basil with my rabbit, I put on some wonderful sleeping herb on it. I was in such a rush, and they look so alike, I didn't even notice the difference. After that I became groggy and realized my mistake. I ran, but being quite incapacitated I was caught. " He took a breath. "And you?" Though bound and captaive, Fearan explained himself with a smile. No point in losing hope. At least he wasn't dead- yet.

"How unfortunate for you," replied Meleth. "Well, I have no excuse for myself - I have long since stopped being cautious of men and this one caught me by surprise. He also had the advantage of numbers...and strength," this last was added quietly. Meleth never liked to admit her weaknesses, but it was impossible not to notice that she had fought and been visibly subdued, as was vividly proven by the parallel gashes across her face.

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Korth dragged at the ropes of his immortal prisoner. The elf was babbling in his language to the others, and Korth didn't know what they said. But he let them speak, to calm thier nerves at least a bit. It they spoke to eachother, and knew eachothers presence, they would settle quite a bit better. "Ai, mellon-nin..." More elvish sprung from his mouth, stuff he did nto understand.

Meleth's eyes flicked up toward's Korth's face, then back to Fearan. "Where are these men from?" she asked in Elvish still, bewildered. "I have never seen the like - and why are they here?" She began to ask something else, but her captor tightened his grip on her arm and said roughly, "That's enough - speak Common tongue if you're going to speak at all."
Meleth shot a glance of pure venom up at him but did not continue. She looked at Fearan apologetically as she was propelled toward Mordollwen and the man with her.
"Commander," the man began, with a tilt of his head [I'm assuming he's the commander], "Here's another - how many is that so far?" he indicated Meleth, who stood still, dark eyes smoldering, her brilliant silver hair hanging around her face.

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(where would the rescuers be at?)

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(Hmmm. I don't know)
Fearan glared at the man who held Meleth. "Lle nar tug andamunda*." He said in a completely innocent manner. "Lasta lalaitha-nin.**" He smiled wickedly at the man, but Korth tugged at the rope, sending Fearan sprawling. The elf barely managed to right himself as the Khand man marched on.

*You are a fat elephant
**listen to my laughter.
(Ahh! Don't slap me with rubber chickens if my elvish is wrong! I try my hardest, but I have never been good at languages. Sorry for probably botching an aesome language...)

(no, i think you are right and it was awesome! I'm going to use those sometime! Good disses! )

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(Thanks. I try. I'll have to figure out some more. This is fun!)

(i just wish i knew where i could go....)

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Just became a college freshman; be on sparingly

(The rescuers can starts roleplaying but only start interacting with the others more when we get a bit further along the story)

"You are rather weak for an elf.", the man muttered to Mordollwen, releasing the cloth from her mouth once more.
Her meek head perked up and she quietly mumbled, "I'm weakened by grief.", the words scorching her throat like forced-down flames.
He felt sudden pity for the elf and asked unexpectedly, "What is your name?", no ounce of threat in his tone of voice.
"My essi is Wilwarin. Yours?", she replied, her face glaring down at the rigid ground as if she couldn't bare looking into the eyes of her captor.
"Hoth.", he plainly told her and added quickly, "You have no need for this cloth", discarding the cloth and leaving it unattended on the floor.

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((psst...is Hoth going to reply to Rill?))

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