Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25597877-20170716040125/@comment-26065062-20170731205704

The wind suddenly starts howling furiously. Three arrows whizz out of the bushes in quick succession, each hitting a helmet of a Draugang and sticking there or knocking it off. A fourth, slightly delayed shot sticks in the mane of Bergil's horse, and a fifth slices through the nose of Valen's mask. "That is far enough! I will not have more bloodshed!"