Rochnur nodded at Cor. He too believed that the prisoner should be checked periodicly.
Rochnur looked ahead at the road. The sun was sinking behind a steep hill. For a second he thought he was a figure on the hill, a lone siluette against the bright sun, but when he looked again it was gone.

After the sun had gone down and the light of day was just about to fade, Cora stopped. She had kept her disguise with the others and qith her low quiet voice, she requested for the others to gather closer to the wagon. "We'll be pausing now, before all light fades, so be on your guard. I'll withdraw the lock and Lenne, you gather some food and water for the prisoner, while Rochnur and Elegost gather closer as we check him, and Deawen and the others (too many names to keep track of @_@ ) keep close, but not too close, far enough that they can give easy chase if Malhock tries to run somehow" After she finished, she strode towards the back of the wagon and produced one key. "If I am not mistaken, Rochnur, you have the second key, provided to you by King Eomer?" She glanced hurriedly towards the fading light, glowing a firey orange that lit her green eyes. Unlocking the first lock, she drew back the bolt, and awaited Rochnur.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

"What do you mean I have the other key?" Rochnur asked slowly. Then he laughed "Just joking. I have it here with me." He pulled it out of his pocket and handed it to Cor. Rochnur watched as Cor put it in the lock and turned it. He kept his hand near his sword, incase he had to use it.

Cora muttered, scowling at the joke, but turned it to a grin with a slight chuckle. As she pulled the bolt back, she moved the door aside with a creaking sound and stared into the dimly lit interior until her eyes became used to the dark, which didn't take long. She glanced the prisoner up and down, though not stepping into the wagon just yet, a hand on the jewel decorated hilt of her sword.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Rochnur watched as his little joke caused Cor to scowl. The young man quickly hid it with a pretend smile.
"One too many jokes" Rochnur muttered under his breath. He never did know when to stop joking.

Lenne nodded as she was assigned a task. "I'll get right on it." She smiled and walked into the forest, quickly, swiftly and without a sound to her feet. She looked around through the bushes and trees, for food. After a while, she found some berries and apples. She walked further and got out her thermus, while filling it with water, when she had found a river. She walked back to the others. "Found some things!"

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Lenne nodded as she was assigned a task. "I'll get right on it." She smiled and walked into the forest, quickly, swiftly and without a sound to her feet. She looked around through the bushes and trees, for food. After a while, she found some berries and apples. She walked further and got out her thermus, while filling it with water, when she had found a river. She walked back to the others. "Found some things!"

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Renald smiled, how convinient he busted his butt off to dig the hole and the wagon stops just before his trap on the other side of the hill! Renald sighed, but at least thanked the possibility to do this under the cover of the dark all tough there were many of them. As the dark came Renald sneaked down hill quietly, over 20 years of exprience from the streets and houses of Gondor did pay off as he sneaked towards the camp using the rocks as cover.

He stopped behind a rock with his bow in his hands and an arrow ready as he listened to them.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Renald tied the dûnedain tightly, removed all of his weapons and of course stole his most priced posessions, which didn`t seem to be much, but in any case he had one out of the game. The first victim could also serve as a captive to be threatened, if he got into trouble. Renald looked at the rest of them with a smile, he knew that there was an easy way to get them in chaos not to mention into a difficult decision.

Renald took an arrow and cut a piece of cloth out of the dûnedain`s cape, he tied it around two arrows and then poured some alcohol on them. Then he tookout a flint beginning to hit it against the rock starting a spark, the head was light on fire and Renald got up. He aimed and fired, the arrow hit the wagon setting flames on it and Renald set the other one, he shot it again and was clearly noticed this time. He put his bow on his back and drew out his sword coming out, he dragged the dûnedain with him and placed his sword on his throat looking at the starteled group.

"Care to trade?!"

Renald asked with a faint of mocking in his sound.

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

Malhock put a hand on the rock and stayed curled in a ball at the end of the wagon. He wanted the guard to come closer to him then he would strike. He would have to bring the guard closer. He groaned and put on a desperate voice.
"...Food?..."
He looked at her with pleading eyes.

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[!*#_:]

(cough, he seems quite calm all tough the wagon is ON FIRE! )

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(how does he know its on fire?!)

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"Rock N' Roll is the only relgion that never lets you down!" ~ Lemmy Kilmister

[!*#_:]

(Well okay we both have different visions so let us just both continue on our paths so that there wont be any editing...)

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!

(@_@ yikes! We're under attack!)

Cora was at first oblivious of the fire, but then the stranger's voice called out. She was still hidden by the doorway of the wagon and she pulled out her bow, nocking an arrow and turning to face outside, creeping to the corner of the wagon. She released a well aimed arrow and it imbedded itself in Renald's sword arm. "Stand back... I give you this one chance to leave and not pursue us, or the next time I see your face, the arrow shall be aimed straight for your heart," she ordered in her gruffly disguised voice.

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I am a pro-cycling fan! Congrats to the Young rider of the Tour de France!
~Cyclist in Training~

Lenne looked at the fire on the wagon. Her eyes widened and she hurried to Malhock, with the food. "Here, I brought you some food and water." She stood right next to the opening and handed it all to him. She smiled a little at him.

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(modmodding? well nah..)

Renald growled in pain and kneeled down pulling the ranger up before him, he changed his sword arm and still threatened them now with a cover.

"All I want is your money, some supplies and I will let him go, enough? Otherwise this could be very messy..."

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Let him curse my name
On these blood stained pages of misery
Let him call me a tyrant so cruel
Let him curse my name, but remember the truth!