Post by Andeerasin on Jul 20, 2005 16:40:11 GMT
The ships of Umbar seemed to tear through the blue waters of the ocean. Their ships seemed to be a looming shadow for the coastal peoples of Gondor and already screams of fear could be heard in their villages. When the ships made dock Grashnik and the warriors of Umbar hopped onto the dock and ran into the city. The loud thuds of bolts being fired into homes, by the large ballistas onboard the ship, rang through the air.
Grashnik and the warriors of Umbar took captives and
grouped them together in a large house for later activities. As the people began to run down the roads that lead into the larger cities of Anfalas. As they ran the archers fired arrows into their backs and the sword warriors decapitated them as they continued the hunt for the renegade peasants.
Smoke filled the air and the sky was an eery black tint, darkened by a higher being. As the last of the peasants fell Grashnik planted an immitated flag of Lothlorien, that had been prepared by Lord Gurherdir, into the ground and let out a roar of triumph.
Grashnik walked into the holding house and eyed all of his captives with a blood lust. He took one by the hand and led outside. The people of the holding house heard her shrill scream ring through the air and knew their fate aswell.
One by one they were lead out of the holding houses to be victum to Grashnik's bloodlust until only one small child was left. As Grashnik approached her with his shining red blade she shrank into the corner with tears flowing down her face. A cold laugh escaped the creatures lips and he knelt down staring her in the eyes with his own. "You are a special child! You are going to spread words of my doings here in the name of the Lord Ashuron Leafbow. He shall be your master before you know it next!"
Grashnik stood and walked out of the house with the Umbar warriors with a gleam in his eyes. "Come we return to..... Lothlorien!" The warriors cruelly laughed and as they boarded their ships the child ran to find someone she could seek shelter with.
Grashnik and the warriors of Umbar took captives and
grouped them together in a large house for later activities. As the people began to run down the roads that lead into the larger cities of Anfalas. As they ran the archers fired arrows into their backs and the sword warriors decapitated them as they continued the hunt for the renegade peasants.
Smoke filled the air and the sky was an eery black tint, darkened by a higher being. As the last of the peasants fell Grashnik planted an immitated flag of Lothlorien, that had been prepared by Lord Gurherdir, into the ground and let out a roar of triumph.
Grashnik walked into the holding house and eyed all of his captives with a blood lust. He took one by the hand and led outside. The people of the holding house heard her shrill scream ring through the air and knew their fate aswell.
One by one they were lead out of the holding houses to be victum to Grashnik's bloodlust until only one small child was left. As Grashnik approached her with his shining red blade she shrank into the corner with tears flowing down her face. A cold laugh escaped the creatures lips and he knelt down staring her in the eyes with his own. "You are a special child! You are going to spread words of my doings here in the name of the Lord Ashuron Leafbow. He shall be your master before you know it next!"
Grashnik stood and walked out of the house with the Umbar warriors with a gleam in his eyes. "Come we return to..... Lothlorien!" The warriors cruelly laughed and as they boarded their ships the child ran to find someone she could seek shelter with.