Thread: Fellowship Of Forodwaith (Karameida & darkangel76)

Uinen Alatar Of course it had to be Goblins. She thought angrily as she ran from the group of Goblins that were in pursuit of her. Her robes allowed her quite a bit of free movement but still, there was always the risk of the fabric getting tangled around her legs and if that happened she'd be as good as dead. With that thought firmly in mind she grabbed fistfuls of the fabric with her free hand and hiked them up to her knees and with a groan ran a little faster. Of course if she had thought things through thoroughly from the start she really wouldn't have been in this situation to begin with. But she hadn't been thinking about it, hadn't been paying attention and it had caused her to walk right into the middle of a group of Goblins mid-raid. So what does she do? Never mind the magic she could of used to deal with it, no she uses her dagger to knife the one who'd came at her in the chest. And better yet, what did she do when the second one came at her? Completely ignored her staff and knifed the second one in the throat. Brilliant as always En. she thought scathingly. By the time the knife had left the second ones throat there was no way she could use her magic, her only option had been to run. And so here she was. On a lonely road, in the middle of the cursed winter-lands of Forodwaith, at night. Just...brilliant she thought mentally cursing and kicking herself. She wondered how someone as smart as herself had lived as long as she had. Oh. Right. Almost forgot about the bit where I spent a good portion of my life in the Undying Lands. Don't really deal with this kind of thing there.. she thought glumly. She could hear them screeching behind her and moaned to herself. They sounded close, much closer than she had originally thought. She considered chancing a glance backwards just to see but denied that thought before it had even finished fully forming in her mind. The last thing I need to do is look backwards and run straight into a wall...or trip over a stick or something... she thought shivering. Her dire situation was further worsened by the fact that no stars glittered in the skies to lead her to safety. Everything was left in an inky blackness that somehow seemed sinister. Just the kind of night for a wizard to get her throat slashed... she thought stifling a shudder. As if everything else wasn't bad enough, now her imagination was running rampant predicting the many and various ways she was possibly going to die at any moment. Of all the rotten luck.... she thought. Her breathing was coming in short and ragged gasps. Her chest was heaving with each labored breath she took, the icy night air hurting her lungs. Her sides hurt and she knew she wouldn't be able to keep running for much longer. She just needed to get a little further to end up in Pynti-Peldot. Just a little more. Well, she didn't make it to pynti-peldot but she did run across a group of hunters who were on their way back there. She wasn't sure what they would do but before anyone could speak the Goblins rounded the corner. The hunters reacted immediately and made short work of the small group and while she felt a little guilty she took that time to sneak away and head for Pynti-Peldot in hopes of finding an inn, she could see it in the distance. She sighed relieved that she'd come across those hunter, she would not have made it to Pynti-peldot before they had caught up. Even thought night had settled she decided on walking instead of running, her sides and lungs still burned. It would take her roughly ten to fifteen minutes to reach it, which wasn't too bad.