He has his weapons at the ready, and will pounce if he must, the rush of the chase pushing away the pain of his injuries, for now.
Chapter 3: Red Days Rising
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"Leave this fool, we must continue to follow!"
He has his weapons at the ready, and will pounce if he must, the rush of the chase pushing away the pain of his injuries, for now.
He has his weapons at the ready, and will pounce if he must, the rush of the chase pushing away the pain of his injuries, for now.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
J.R.R. Tolkien, Council of Elrond, The Fellowship of the Ring
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"Yes," says Torwin. "Leave him. But I will tie him here; we can send one of the others to come free him later."
Torwin gets an extra bowstring and ties the Dunlending man's hands behind his back and around a small tree. Likely he could break out if he tried hard or had enough time, but this would at least keep the man from being a thorn in their side for a while.
Torwin gets an extra bowstring and ties the Dunlending man's hands behind his back and around a small tree. Likely he could break out if he tried hard or had enough time, but this would at least keep the man from being a thorn in their side for a while.
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The Dunlending is quickly secured to a tree. Some of Éogar's men state that they will watch the prisoner. You only hope that they will show some mercy to the fellow. For now though, you must race after Esfled and her captors. Caswelunand his people have moved in haste and in their rush have not covered their trail. it is easy to follow, it just takes time and strength to chase them down.
Time passes and the sun rolls on high overhead as you push yourselves hard as you might. After nearly an hour you begin to sense that you are nearing your goal. Soon, up ahead you can make out movement in the trees as the remaining band of raiders march the still bound Esfled through the wood.
You must choose how to proceed, charge in and attack or perhaps try to ambush the group.
Time passes and the sun rolls on high overhead as you push yourselves hard as you might. After nearly an hour you begin to sense that you are nearing your goal. Soon, up ahead you can make out movement in the trees as the remaining band of raiders march the still bound Esfled through the wood.
You must choose how to proceed, charge in and attack or perhaps try to ambush the group.
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"I think we should create an ambush," says Torwin to the others.
"With overwhelming surprise and threat we stand a better chance to protect Esfled, and leaving some alive to question them. If we charge in, they may all be killed, or worse of all, Esfled may be harmed. We cannot risk that. We must control the situation."
"With overwhelming surprise and threat we stand a better chance to protect Esfled, and leaving some alive to question them. If we charge in, they may all be killed, or worse of all, Esfled may be harmed. We cannot risk that. We must control the situation."
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"I agree with an ambush for both of your reasons stated," Istril says, nodding.
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