Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 7, 2006 18:52:35 GMT
Myrddin had made it to the harbor. She had taken out a pair of Elves who had been travelling to who-knew-where. It didn't matter, they were elves and she had sworn to take out all of her race. Unfortunatly they had both been warriors in their own right and fairly decent. She had won, of course, but had been wounded in the process. The second of the two had cut her deeply.
The bandages she had fashioned were blood-soaked now, but she had reached the harbor and had a safe place nearby to rest and heal. All she had to so was make it there.
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Queen Rácine
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Southron Queen of the Southrons Evil Alliance Commander
Sindohte Runyalos Wood Elf Healer Messenger[/color]
The past is taught by those who win, my darling. What matters is what hasn't been.
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Post by Queen Rácine on May 9, 2006 18:05:35 GMT
Rácine dismissed the Comodore in front of her. The rounds of her navy that would soon be dispatched was a very pleasing one. The men's morale was satisfactory, the battery drills had shown them efficient with the on board balistas and their sailing was put to the test when she ordered them to tack against the wind; something that required both timing and precision.
The inn she was staying at for this particular visit was a satisfactory one and was perfectly adequate. Rácine sat upon her bed, wondering what to do now. She was to be stuck in Umbar for a further day and so was at a loss. Her duty had been fulfilled. Maybe she should check the garrison in the forts protecting the harbour.
Her guards would be downstairs and wouldn't mind. She nodded to herself, and began her way down towards the entrance of the inn.
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Brania of Lorien
Dúnedain of the South
Wanderer Healer
Myrddin Dark Elf Elven Assassin
Posts: 84
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Post by Brania of Lorien on May 9, 2006 21:24:04 GMT
She could see it, the inn that was a safe place for her. Most people would have disagreed with that assessment, but she had been there before and had proven that she was not someone to be messed with and that had turned it into a safe place. Myrddin kept onr hand over the seeping wound, the other held a naked blade, an Elvish blade.
The sun hd turned blood red as it sank below the sea. She liked the color but couldn't be distracted by it now. Myrddin faced the door to the inn and stepped inside, preparing to yell at the inn keeper for some things to help her.
(a reminder: she has dark hair, and her face is very, very pale, as if she hasn't been in the sun for a long time and her eyes look like they've faded from the brightness Elves eyes seem to always have.)
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