The Trophies of Gondor

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Claire took a step back away from the regenerated clansman, her eyes wide in almost disbelief. Tiny crumbles of rocky debiis and dust clung to her one extended hand where once she had held the statue she had removed from the guard's backpack. Being nothing but a youth, she had heard the old warriors speak of such things proudly, a gift of their breed from the Immortals but she had only heard their talk, she had never witnessed the arena battles more prone to the males of the species.

While she gripped her dagger in her other hand, it now tinged with the darkness of blood as it ran down the blade. a tiny droplet of one of the nafanian's blood clinging precariously at the tip before finally giving way and plummeting toward the earthen floor, Claire stood wide-eyed with a almost smug grin on her face.

"And then there were three...." she chimed in almost a sing-song voice.

 

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(stop godmodding black penny)
enthk saluted to his commander and ordered the two gondorians onto the cart. once they climbed on and took the reins. enthk climbed up onto the cart behind them. he stuffed the scroll into his knapsack and the cart began to move. 3 days of sitting bored stiff in a cart. but you never know. he might get promoted...

 

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Name: Thomas Gallfor
Age:22
Race:Gondorian
Skills:Intelligence, handy with a bow and arrow
Bio: At a young age, Thomas was sent to the finest schools. His parents made sure that he was educated at the highest level. However, his parents and siblings were killed in a fire when he was 18. Without anywhere to go he joined the Gondorian army for a hot meal, a place to sleep, and someone to talk to.

 

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AIIEEEEEEEEE!!! Thomas heard himself scream with the taste of blood in his mouth, an arrow had pierced him through the throat as he was talking to a friend when they were pinned down behind some crates. His trophy landed on the cart next to enthk. Thomas was in his sqaudron.

 

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Eldwins raced towards the commotion, which annoyingly was extremely noisy.The noise was so tremendously loud, he himself could not think straight without letting his mind wander.He found himself among Nafanians racing around, shouting,fighting and being generally rowdy.The ecstatic atmosphere was too overwhelming for Eldwins.He could barely fight the control of anger raging inside himself.The atmosphere was filled with anger and fiery rage.The power of this was so powerful that several men actually turned on a group of women.Eldwins quickly put a stop to the murder of the women.He stabbed through the leaders hearth.He slashed the nexts throat and let the blood pour down before slicing off his head.The last had vanished in the raging crowd.'I must get out of here' Eldwins thought, but that was the last thing before he was struck by a Gondorian club and was immediately unconcious.

 

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Thomas couldn't move or anything. He felt lucky as the cart bounced and he landed in a puddle with a plop. He saw a Gondorian sqaudron of troops comeing and could only hope they would set him free.

 

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Name: Zilas Lethman
Age:24
Race: Gondorian
Skills: Stealth and recovering fallen Gondorians
Bio: Born into poverty, Zilas wanted a way out. When he turned 18 he joined up and did several advanced training programs in stealth, esponage, and intelligence. When the war broke out Zilas vowed to always help or fight.
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Zilas, seeing the cart from the top of a building, he quickly went down and was watching in an alley when it started moving. He followed it discreetly to see where it was going.

 

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suddenly a gondorian trophie landed right next to enthk on the cart. he could see a group of gondorians in the distance trying to follow the cart. he scowled. "drivers, into the river. FAST." he shouted. cart ran off the road and towards the fast-flowing river. enthk jumped off the cart and landed in a kneeling position. he brought his shield up into a defensive position and thrust his sword out and into the chest of an oncoming gondorian, there was a flash of light and the body turned into a trophy. behind him he heard the cart splash into the river and slowly sink. he smiled. "bye bye trophies!" he muttered.

 

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The group of Gondorians ran toward Thomas and immediately touched him to bring him back to life. "Thanks." Thomas said. He then continued looking for the trophies of fallen comrades.

 

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(ehy! i thought your trophie was already in the river!)
enthk stood up and ran towards a group of nafainian archers on a nearby hill. he ran over to them and stopped. they were firing arrows at a frantic rate. the gondorians were pouring towards the hill, they could not be stopped! or could they? enthk saw a large sledgehammer lying nearby and picked it up. tim to crush some gondorians...

 

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Thomas charged toward a group of nafarian archers and pulled out his bow and tightened the string. He would be ready.

 

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enthk swung his warhammer towards the gondorian who was charging up the hill, he missed and the hammer smacked into the head of another gondorian, whose head promptly exploded.

 

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Thomas fired his bow at the Nafarian. The arrow skimmed the Nafarians arm. Then he drew his bow back. He would not miss again.

 

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Nameimitri Calonarie
Age:24
Gender:Male
Race:Gondorian
Skills:Hunting, Long Sword Mastery, Keen Senses
Bioimitri was born and Raised in a little town in Gondoria, Not much exciting happened in his life till the day his parents where killed.
He was but a child for the most part, He was the age of 14 when this happened, But his father and trained in in a few skill sets wich he now posses and can greatly use.
He has held hatred towards the world for the most part beacuse of his parents death, He is unsure who he can trust, Constantly looking back, Cautious of anyone that seems to be following him, Cautious of his enemy's and even more cautious of his friends.
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Dimitri was walking along the riverside, The sent of food that he was soon to hunt down wafted into his nose, He was standing there his eyes closed, Focusing all his though on Smelling his soon to be prey's sent.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, Looking down rive a but, Seeing the outline of what seemed to be a wild buffalo up the rive.
He reached on his back, Taking the Long Broad Sword he had Sheathed on his back, His Makeshift clothes shifting seamlisly with his motion, Seem to be almost a part of him.
He quietly began to walk down rive, Hiding in a bush not far from the Buffalo, Him thinking quickly of how he was to kill the beast. Not long after he had hid in the bush, He bursted out nearly right next to the buffalo, Bringing his Sword down at the neck of the animal.
It cut easily through the rough skin of the animal, Its neck squirting blood as the sword was pulled from the neck.
The buffalo fell with a thud to the ground, Surely dead. Dimitri began setting up a makeshaft campsite, So that he could prepare his meal, His stomach was getting pretty upset with the lack of food recently.

 

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Thomas shot the arrow and it struck the Nafarian with the hammer in the arm. The hammer fell to the ground.