Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170505112915/@comment-26295802-20170708020155

Aramirtheranger wrote: High Prince Imrahil wrote: Herendil, now at a tent towards the rear of the lines, has his head in his hands. Trever stands loyally at his sides.

"It's all my fault, Trever... I should have never listened to Pane... this Rebellion shall fail, and it is all my fault..."

Suddenly, the messanger bursts into the tent.

"Sir, sir! I bring word from the Lord of Ithilien! He suggests that you retreat east with all the force you can, to rally at Cair Andros!"

Herendil sighs. "How can I trust him? Pane was my trusted friend, and he betrayed me. He probably just wants me to pull out because he knows I'm close to victory... I've already taken the wall. I just need to push... just push a little further, and victory shall be mine!" Tacitus storms in. "Get your ass out of that chair, you idiot bastard! Your men are dying uselessly out there while you delude yourself into believing this will work! Pull back to the river, and we can regroup from a place of strength! My cousin has sent for mercenaries and other reinforcements from home! Pane's given up and is probably already being tortured to death, we can't afford to lose you as well! Herendil gazes back at Tacitus, giving him an appraising look. "As you wish." he says at last.

"Trever, call back the troops! We're getting out of this hellhole!"