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Post subject:  Posted: December 22nd, 2007, 12:55 am |
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Drogo rubbed his eyes and woke up with a large yawn. The moon was still planted in the top of the sky, showing that it was at most an hour past midnight, but, with all of this confusion and the grumbling stomach, Drogo just realized the worst piece of news for the day: he had missed supper (The meal commonly taken after dinner for halflings.)
Standing up, Drogo failed time and time again to silence his growling stomach. However, since he saw that all of his attempts were futile, Drogo solely walked around the camp, trying not to wake anyone up, to the person in watch.
"Do you have a bag full of food, or something?" Drogo pathetically asked.
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Post subject: Posted: December 22nd, 2007, 9:54 am |
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Goldleaf was still awake on her watch. She turned her head, smiling at Drogo. "I'm afraid not," she said.
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Post subject: Posted: December 22nd, 2007, 2:11 pm |
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Tielen rolled over. She had not been able to sleep and now she gave up. With a shiver Tielen stood up and walked over to Drogo and Goldleaf. "Do you know how to fish, little hobbit? I have some fishing gear in my pack that you could use."
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Post subject: Posted: December 22nd, 2007, 2:14 pm |
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Goldleaf smiled. "I will build a fire," she said. "Nobody likes raw fish."
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Post subject: Posted: December 23rd, 2007, 11:14 pm |
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Turwaithiel didn't fall asleep. She almost never slept. She didn't know why. She smiled at Drogo and said, "I will help you fish, if you would like."
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Post subject: Posted: December 26th, 2007, 1:20 am |
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Drogo thought for a moment. He had been fishing once or twice before, but not enough to actually tell anyone that he knew "how to fish". Upon Tur's interjection, Drogo simply smiled and affirmed Tur's comment, "That sounds great!"
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Post subject: Posted: December 26th, 2007, 10:56 pm |
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Tielen pulled flint and steel out of a pocket. "May I help to make the fire?" she offered. "I find that more pleasant than either standing around and watching everyone else work, or helping to catch fish, which has the possibility of getting wet. I can either collect the material or start it on fire."
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Post subject: Posted: December 28th, 2007, 8:48 pm |
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Turwaithiel smiled. "Great!" She said. "Then let us go and catch some dinner!"
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Post subject: Posted: December 29th, 2007, 2:01 am |
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Drogo smiled a smile of satisfication and ran off with Tur to get some fish.
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 12:27 am |
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"Have you ever been fishing before, Master Drogo?" Turwaithiel asked the young hobbit as they approached the river.
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 1:34 am |
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"I believe I have once," Drogo told Tur while performing a deep thought, "Although, if I do recall, we only caught two fish. The third one was too large, and it was either us drowning or throwing away the fish."
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 1:31 pm |
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Goldleaf stood upon the edge of the cliff, logs of wood in her arms for the fire. The white mark against the sky that was Osgiliath was bright under the moon.
She turned her head. The others had all gone fishing. She hoped they wouldn't be too tired in the morning to continue the journey.
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 3:37 pm |
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Rain had been sleeping, and soon awoke. All the others were gone with the acception of Goldleaf, who looked a little tired. Rain walked up to her, and stared off to Osgiliath as well.
"If you feel tired, I can take my watch now, so you can sleep."
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 4:43 pm |
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(I almost forgot about this RP! I feel so stupid!)
Threng had been quiet the whole journey, keeping pace tiredlessly as the group drove on. By the time the group had settled for the night, Threng felt a comfortable tiredness pull at his eye lids. He curled up on the forest floor and fell asleep.
Hours later, when the moon was just beginning her decent, Threng awoke. Many of the group was missing, but a glance at the calm Goldleaf told him that there absences were nothing to worry about. He felt uneasy, however. Thal at his side lay awake and wide eyed. There was somthing wrong, it was a feeling he had been raised to sence. Suddenly the wind changed direction, blowing into his face. Thal lept to his feet and growled, his hackles up. Threng could smell it too, but faintly: a bitter, sour, rancid smell. "Orcs!" He whispered urgently, crawling over to Goldleaf. "Orcs are coming!"
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 8:03 pm |
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((:hug:'s to Nauriel.))
Turwaithiel smiled. "Ah, then, I am working with a master. And I am glad you decided against drowning yourself. That would have been a bad day indeed." She then knelt towards the ground and felt the dirt beside her knee. There were odd markings engraved into the dirt...fresh markings. Tur's eyes followed them and she cursed as she finally figured them out.
Orc tracks.
And the worst part: They where in the direction of the camp.
"Drogo!" Turwaithiel exclaimed, jumping up. "Yrch!" She forwarned in her native tounge. "Going to camp! We must go and warn the others, if we are not lucky enough to stop the group before they get to camp. Do you have your sword with you?" She asked him hurriedly.
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Post subject: Posted: January 3rd, 2008, 8:15 pm |
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(you're forgetting about Falcon! you haven't posted for him in forever, Tur!)
Rain inhaled quickly when Thrang warned them of orcs.
"Can you tell how many?" she asked, running over and grabbing her bow, and shouldering her quiver. She knocked an arrow into her bow and waited...
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