Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26210095-20151021011536/@comment-25975584-20151023132901

Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Ciryatur, completely unopposed goes ashore personally to plunder a village... Suddenly, a arrow whistles past his head. "Damn. I never miss. Bet you thought we would let you plunder the coast as you pleased to shore up our eastern borders. And now you've walked directly into my trap."

50 men step out of hiding in dark recesses, just inside doors, and even pop out of hidden holes dug in the ground. All begin shooting without mercy, for some even recognize the men who enslaved them years earlier. Meet Arahad's Rangers. Ciryatur claps, "thank you for the welcome, I thought I was forgotten, to see so many out for my blood is flattering really. A few of you no doubt, are after me because of Isilmo, who I've decided to offer you today because of what you call his barbarism. Such a waste of slaves, we went through all the effort of catching them, and he gets bored, and dumps them overboard. That's not how most of us work, they are treated better by us, although they are still slaves for.... Ah, that's it, needs." They open the defensive stance long enough to push Isilmo out... Arahad scowls. "You think us fools?! I will never forget your face, as you had us chained to oars!"

He pulls down the collar of his tunic. Clearly visible there was Ciryatur's mark.

(I really want a connection like this. They could be each other's nemeses!) "I am the leader, the man in charge of that ship was Isilmo, and the idiot who got bored with my presents easily was Isilmo. But, I promoted Isilmo in the first place, so I am responsible, I must admit, I enjoy Gondorian women, but I do not dump them overboard like Isilmo. He starts counting on his fingers, I have, 20 of them!" he smiles, as if wanting a reaction. Arahad draws and fires another arrow at a high angle. It lands in Ciryatur's shoulder. Ciryatur's men inch slowly back to their ships, still in the shield wall. A few are helping their injured leader, who is in the center, along with the slaves, and plunder...