Thread: Kauppa-Kohta

Name Nickname Maranwe Winterborne Maran. Race Elf Noldor. Attire Grayish-blue, empire-waisted, long-sleeved dress dark blue cloak brown leather boots. Weapon Dagger , bowarrows . Location Kauppa-Kohta outskirts. Tagging Anyone Mithon, Naire, Nauron, Anueth, Uinen, Luthien. Time TA 3018, March 1, evening. Maran nodded at Mithon's words as he gently began to place his cloak about her shoulders. She appreciated the kindness given the horrors she'd been through earlier that night. Glancing up at the sky, she longed to see the stars and made a silent wish that the clouds would somehow hasten their way across the inky black sky so that they could shine down upon them as the winds blew harsher, colder. A shiver ran along her spine as her thoughts drifted, wondering if the orcs were far behind or ever pursuing. Truly, could she be that lucky? After all, her family had fallen and so easily. Swallowing hard, Maran pursed her lips, another bitter breeze caressing her face as the seconds rolled on. Tugging on the cloak, she heard a voice. Her Elven ears perked up at the familiar sound, a voice she hadn't heard for some time due to the treacherous journey she'd embarked upon with her family. As she twisted her head, she saw a familiar form come into focus--Naire... sister. True, the Elf wasn't her true sister by birth, but she was the closest thing she had to a true sister and now with her parents and brother gone... Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought upon her family, desecrated and butchered by such vile beasts! With shaking hands, she reached out, a bittersweet smile playing upon her lips. Naire! Maran called out as Naire approached. She hugged her sister-friend tightly, weeping against her softly--almost silently--for a few moments. But she pulled herself together, not wanting to burden her friend. Not yet when they all could possibly be in danger. Gi suilon. Have you traveled all this way on your own? Maran wondered if her friend had traveling companions much like herself, even if her own had been her family, or if she'd taken on the journey alone. The journey was treacherous, fraught with many dangers. But fighting and survival skills differed from person to person and no doubt her friend had tales to tell. As she was about to ask more, her thoughts were interrupted as more Elven kind appeared from the shadows. Truly this was a night of nights! Again, Maran looked up into that cold, starless sky. To think Elves from Lindon had ventured up into the Forodwaith... truly something was wrong, something dark and sinister. Le suilon, Maran said to the newly arrived male Elf. She then turned and nodded to the one he'd addressed as Anueth. My name is Maranwe Winterborne. I hail from the haven of Rivendell. She raised a hand to push at her snowy hair and smiled, her face brightening slightly at being near her own kind. She then looked to Naire and Mithon for a moment. We have received word from Lindon, she continued, but again, her words were cut off. Just as she was about to say more, Mithon was suddenly on the hard ground and a mysteriously robed woman was on top of him. Maran felt her cheeks grow warm, undoubtedly pink as she watched the scene unfold before her very eyes. Biting down on her lip, she shifted a bit toward Naire, feeling it might be a bit safer to be closer to her sister-friend. At least for the time being. Watching, waiting, she sucked in a sharp breath and watched this new person as she stumbled slightly atop the large Dunedain. Her cheeks growing warmer still, she found her blood suddenly turning cold as a chill washed over her entire body, engulfing her like a death shroud. Goblins. The word had been clear as it passed over the robed woman's lips. She'd seen them, was running from them. And that meant... Suddenly, Maran turned to look up and she could see skulking shadows in the distance. While they'd been conversing, hoping for the best, the goblins had come upon them all! Trembling with fear, she felt her body freeze with terror, her mind swirling with morbid images of her mutilated family as those beasts ripped them to shreds and worse. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her heart thumping hard beneath her breast as she stood there feeling both helpless and hopeless. She reached for her dagger though her skills were only mediocre at best. Her true talents were in healing, not fighting or battle. Choking on a sob, Maran noticed another figure dart through the area. This new arrival was another of her kind... another Elf. Truly, this was a night of nights if so many of her kind were suddenly in Forodwaith! Peering into the darkness, she watched him skillfully slay a goblin, then two... three. He definitely knew what he was doing and his movements reminded her of someone, of her brother. It was uncanny, unnerving... As things began to settle, she looked out into the darkness and snow, her steely eyes focusing on the shape of the new Elf that had appeared from the shadows. Just then, Maran's eyes went wide, her breath hitching as it caught in her throat. Can it be...? she whispered, her words nearly inaudible. Luthien? she spoke, tears streaming down her pale cheeks. Are you really here in Forodwaith?