WW XXIX Dor-en-Gaur - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 01-25-2007, 03:03 PM

NB. All persons not known or revealed in any of the narrations will be referred to as a "he". So there is no hint whatsoever concerning the sex of any particular person having a role in the narrations.

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A shadowy beast, almost darker than the night surrounding it ran through the woods and fields of Taur-nu-Fuin silencing every creature around on it’s way. It was a Gaur of Sauron and it had a mission.

The Eagles glided downwards from the high altitudes they had been travelling over Ered Gorgoroth. Every one of them was carrying a sword that shone in the light of the full moon above the clouds. They were searching for the Gaur.

The paths of these creatures seemed to be converging on the same spot: a small, almost insignificant village in the vicinity of Tarn Aeluin. Many lights were lit in the village that night by the villagers who couldn’t sleep. The village had been restless for a long time already as so many of the sons and husbands had been taken off to the war up North. But tonight there was a restlesness of a different sort. It moved from house to house as the beasts were approaching.

The Gaur sensed the Eagles and hastened it’s pace. It had to reach the village first.

The Eagles felt the presence of the servant of Sauron and rushed forwards, now sure of their target, shrieking as they glided downwards.

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The Gaur had already passed a few farmsteads as it halted in front of a house it felt was the right one. It listened carefully and sensed around to be sure. The Eagles were yet far enough and the villager living in the house was not inside. Quietly it sneaked forwards, now seeing and hearing what it had been waiting for. The villager was coming from around the corner with a small lamp in his hand. He seemed to be nervous and tried to whistle a tune to make himself feel more secure.

Before he had time to realise what happened the sharp teeth penetrated the thin flesh of his throat. The pain was horrible. There had been nothing, nothing even in his wildest nightmares that could have surpassed the agony the bite of the Gaur inflicted. The will and the mind of the villager were dimming and getting fainter. But there was a new voice there. The voice of the Master.

The Gaur slipped away from the yard and continued towards the center of the village. A loud shriek came down from high up the sky. Suddenly there felt to be movement everywhere.

One villager had been visiting another earlier in the evening. As the restlessness of the night had crept in they had decided that the visitor should stay over that night. To their misfortune they had not been able to sleep and now opened the door to get a look at the heavens to see what had caused the noise. The Gaur was on them in a flash. The two villagers sensed the onrushing beast early enough to try and turn around from the door but had no chance of actually making the turn.

But just as the Gaur leaped on them the first Eagle dashed down with a shriek that was now so loud as to freeze everyone miles around. No one dared to open their eyes, neither to look outside from their homes. But everyone was awake in the village now just hearing the noise of the battle been played out in their village.

There was biting, clawing, howling and crawling and shrieking. The Gaur had to concentrate on defending itself so it only managed to hastily snap at the throats of the two villagers who had already been stunned by fear and shock. Eventually it had to retreat as it was alone against three giant Eagles. The Eagles followed it but the Gaur had a good cover running under the trees and between the houses, spaces too tight for the Eagles to attack it.

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The Eagles pulled up and circled a few rounds over the village. Then as from a common consent shared without a word or gesture they all plunged down, every one of them landing beside one villager’s house.

“This is a sword of the order of Thorondor. Even a Gaur will be afraid of it and pull back when seeing one. And a Gaur indeed has infected your village. It will now be your task to defend those of you who are innocent during the nights. Good luck to you villager and pick the ones you defend wisely!” That was the message the Eagles told the frightful villagers who hid inside their homes and waited for the worst. After leaving the swords in front of the doors the Eagles pulled up again, now already looking at the scent of the Gaur.

They felt it’s tracks soon enough. Two of the Eagles took after it but the third one made yet one more plunge to the village.

It landed beside yet another house and knocked the door with its beak. It had sensed that in this house there lived a brave villager and it was right. The villager opened the door carefully, ashtonised to face a giant Eagle. The great Eagle whispered something into his ear and then pulled a golden dagger from it’s feathers and gave it to the confused villager. With a gracious nod it took to it’s wings and went after it’s friends.

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01-25-2007, 03:03 PM	#1
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	WW XXIX Dor-en-Gaur NB. All persons not known or revealed in any of the narrations will be referred to as a "he". So there is no hint whatsoever concerning the sex of any particular person having a role in the narrations. ~*~ A shadowy beast, almost darker than the night surrounding it ran through the woods and fields of Taur-nu-Fuin silencing every creature around on it’s way. It was a Gaur of Sauron and it had a mission. The Eagles glided downwards from the high altitudes they had been travelling over Ered Gorgoroth. Every one of them was carrying a sword that shone in the light of the full moon above the clouds. They were searching for the Gaur. The paths of these creatures seemed to be converging on the same spot: a small, almost insignificant village in the vicinity of Tarn Aeluin. Many lights were lit in the village that night by the villagers who couldn’t sleep. The village had been restless for a long time already as so many of the sons and husbands had been taken off to the war up North. But tonight there was a restlesness of a different sort. It moved from house to house as the beasts were approaching. The Gaur sensed the Eagles and hastened it’s pace. It had to reach the village first. The Eagles felt the presence of the servant of Sauron and rushed forwards, now sure of their target, shrieking as they glided downwards. ............................ The Gaur had already passed a few farmsteads as it halted in front of a house it felt was the right one. It listened carefully and sensed around to be sure. The Eagles were yet far enough and the villager living in the house was not inside. Quietly it sneaked forwards, now seeing and hearing what it had been waiting for. The villager was coming from around the corner with a small lamp in his hand. He seemed to be nervous and tried to whistle a tune to make himself feel more secure. Before he had time to realise what happened the sharp teeth penetrated the thin flesh of his throat. The pain was horrible. There had been nothing, nothing even in his wildest nightmares that could have surpassed the agony the bite of the Gaur inflicted. The will and the mind of the villager were dimming and getting fainter. But there was a new voice there. The voice of the Master. The Gaur slipped away from the yard and continued towards the center of the village. A loud shriek came down from high up the sky. Suddenly there felt to be movement everywhere. One villager had been visiting another earlier in the evening. As the restlessness of the night had crept in they had decided that the visitor should stay over that night. To their misfortune they had not been able to sleep and now opened the door to get a look at the heavens to see what had caused the noise. The Gaur was on them in a flash. The two villagers sensed the onrushing beast early enough to try and turn around from the door but had no chance of actually making the turn. But just as the Gaur leaped on them the first Eagle dashed down with a shriek that was now so loud as to freeze everyone miles around. No one dared to open their eyes, neither to look outside from their homes. But everyone was awake in the village now just hearing the noise of the battle been played out in their village. There was biting, clawing, howling and crawling and shrieking. The Gaur had to concentrate on defending itself so it only managed to hastily snap at the throats of the two villagers who had already been stunned by fear and shock. Eventually it had to retreat as it was alone against three giant Eagles. The Eagles followed it but the Gaur had a good cover running under the trees and between the houses, spaces too tight for the Eagles to attack it. .............................. The Eagles pulled up and circled a few rounds over the village. Then as from a common consent shared without a word or gesture they all plunged down, every one of them landing beside one villager’s house. “This is a sword of the order of Thorondor. Even a Gaur will be afraid of it and pull back when seeing one. And a Gaur indeed has infected your village. It will now be your task to defend those of you who are innocent during the nights. Good luck to you villager and pick the ones you defend wisely!” That was the message the Eagles told the frightful villagers who hid inside their homes and waited for the worst. After leaving the swords in front of the doors the Eagles pulled up again, now already looking at the scent of the Gaur. They felt it’s tracks soon enough. Two of the Eagles took after it but the third one made yet one more plunge to the village. It landed beside yet another house and knocked the door with its beak. It had sensed that in this house there lived a brave villager and it was right. The villager opened the door carefully, ashtonised to face a giant Eagle. The great Eagle whispered something into his ear and then pulled a golden dagger from it’s feathers and gave it to the confused villager. With a gracious nod it took to it’s wings and went after it’s friends. ................. PLEASE NOTE**: Do not post to this thread yet... Game starting here, soon...