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Originally posted by Legolas: OOC: I thought you liked drawing maps Anyway, I've a feeling you're either going to post more or send a PM, so I won't reply with a Ferji post just yet [img]tongue.gif[/img]

OOC:
Yeah [img]smile.gif[/img]

Ferji
These two nights had been quite out of place indeed. First you were thrown out for hundreds of miles, and then you met some interestingly disturbing people including a not so friendly orc. (Of course, this wasn't the first one you bashed since your old days) And lets not say how you got tricked by a dim-wittery orc brained (literally), well, orc. And what’s worse, none of you suspected anything in the first place. ( [img]tongue.gif[/img] )

You were standing outside what seemed like a meeting place for the orcs. The square outside of the big tent was clean of plants, and a bonfire lighted the place. You heard shouts and noises down the direction where your other friends were led to. However, the commotion soon died down. You tried to break the ropes that tied you, (the orcs did a fine job indeed!), only to provoke some angry barking from your captors.

Sometime later, the curtain of the tent lifted, and you heard the familiar and strangely soft voice, "Is he here?" A tall and muscular figure, which you recognized to be Ragnar, stepped out, with his boots making metallic ringings.

He just plainly looked at you. It was the first time you've seen his face. The most remarkable was his thick black beard that covered his jaws and chins. The beard stood out in all directions, but seemed to be well furnished. You remembered an old dwarven saying, 'If ye want' know how a dwarf lived for his life, look no further, cause' ye only need t' see his beard.' Also, he had not the usual pair of sharp teeth that sticking out of most of the orcs' jaws, just a yellow skinned and hardened face. A contorted white scar, which looked like burns, covered the left side of his forehead and looked horribly obvious against his yellow skin.

The plate mail he wore was old and scarred. His right shoulder piece actually resembled a dragon's claw, and was black and adamantine.

"So," he began, and his voice surprisingly sweet, "You were saying to kill me earlier?"

Skye
The tent you were in was smelly to say the least. In the darkness, Sennid sat quietly alone and was seeming totally unbothered by this all. Robin lay face down on the floor and had not yet moved. You waited till the orcs left, and a little longer. Your sat by Robin's quiet torso and your heat sensing eyes spotted several small prowling forms in the tent.

OOC:
Robin, you can slowly wake up. Howvever your hands were all tied behind your back.

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