Turin
Turin watched the elf run off to gather to him any survivors of the ambush. He looked down at his blood-stained blade. It had not helped save the lives of those lost on the field. Indeed, it only saved one life. Why was Turin the one that had to suffer the fate of watching so many of his friends and companions enter into eternal rest while he remained on this festering earth?
He walked back to Roland and continued to try and revive him.
"Come on Littlestone. There is no time to be asleep on the job. You are too young to be so sleepy! Pull through this for me. Roland?"
[ 03-11-2004, 09:13 AM: Message edited by: Larry_OHF ]
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