Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jan 3, 2006 12:57:56 GMT
(OOC: My Spectres, Revenants, and Spectral Wargs can go non corporeal, but only in little things like this. Can't happen in actual battles, to make things fair. With stuff like this it does nothing to either of us, just advances the plot, so, yeh...)
Night slowly fell over Bree, and most sensible people (whomever there actually was left sensible in the town of Bree) retired to their homes, leaving the pub of the Prancing Pony behind. However, there was still upwards of 50 men staying at the Inn.
One-by-one, the inhabitants of Bree fell into sleep, with a loud ruckus coming from the Pony even still, for one man had suddenly pulled out a knife. A pack of Spectral Wargs of Angmar prowled around the towns borders, with Maugrim at their head. He turned his head around to them, nodding, "Take them."
Howls broke through the air as the pack ran forward, plunging through the front-gate of Bree in pure moments of non-corporealization. They gave themselves some corporealization as they passed the gate, Maugrim breaking off from the pack to pounce upon the keeper of the gate, felling him with one swing of his mighty paw.
Maugrim turned around to meet up with the rest of the pack, who were moving towards the Prancing Pony. One more moment of complete noncorporealization as they, one-by-one, until all 13 had entered, walked through the door of the Prancing Pony.
The ruckus stopped as the inhabitants heard growling, turning all at once to see Maugrim's pack staring at the upwards of fifty men standing before them. They were unarmed, and caught unawares, so overall they were taken down within moments, ripped to shreds so that for most of them, even their closest relatives would not be able to identify the bodies.
Last was Barliman Butterbur, whom was cowering in the corner. The 13 Spectral Wargs, Maugrim included, surrounded him before pouncing. His body was mauled completely and utterly, all the skin upon his head had been ripped off and he was missing several fingers. Maugrim picked him up in his mouth and dragged him to the bar, tossing him over a stool. He nodded to the Wargs, who ravaged every last room, mauling man, woman, and child alike.
The Spectral Wargs took one last moment of noncorporealization to exit the town of Bree, stalking around its barriers for quite a while in silence, departing just before dawn. Some reports would claim seeing a single ghostly Warg, bigger in stature than any Warg they had ever seen, with a scar running down between his two eyes, before it turned and departed into the early morning mist.
Night slowly fell over Bree, and most sensible people (whomever there actually was left sensible in the town of Bree) retired to their homes, leaving the pub of the Prancing Pony behind. However, there was still upwards of 50 men staying at the Inn.
One-by-one, the inhabitants of Bree fell into sleep, with a loud ruckus coming from the Pony even still, for one man had suddenly pulled out a knife. A pack of Spectral Wargs of Angmar prowled around the towns borders, with Maugrim at their head. He turned his head around to them, nodding, "Take them."
Howls broke through the air as the pack ran forward, plunging through the front-gate of Bree in pure moments of non-corporealization. They gave themselves some corporealization as they passed the gate, Maugrim breaking off from the pack to pounce upon the keeper of the gate, felling him with one swing of his mighty paw.
Maugrim turned around to meet up with the rest of the pack, who were moving towards the Prancing Pony. One more moment of complete noncorporealization as they, one-by-one, until all 13 had entered, walked through the door of the Prancing Pony.
The ruckus stopped as the inhabitants heard growling, turning all at once to see Maugrim's pack staring at the upwards of fifty men standing before them. They were unarmed, and caught unawares, so overall they were taken down within moments, ripped to shreds so that for most of them, even their closest relatives would not be able to identify the bodies.
Last was Barliman Butterbur, whom was cowering in the corner. The 13 Spectral Wargs, Maugrim included, surrounded him before pouncing. His body was mauled completely and utterly, all the skin upon his head had been ripped off and he was missing several fingers. Maugrim picked him up in his mouth and dragged him to the bar, tossing him over a stool. He nodded to the Wargs, who ravaged every last room, mauling man, woman, and child alike.
The Spectral Wargs took one last moment of noncorporealization to exit the town of Bree, stalking around its barriers for quite a while in silence, departing just before dawn. Some reports would claim seeing a single ghostly Warg, bigger in stature than any Warg they had ever seen, with a scar running down between his two eyes, before it turned and departed into the early morning mist.
