by Candil » Wed Jun 27, 2007 7:24 pm
((My own lil contribution to the epic tale of woe and despair! sorry for the delay writing it but i can blame Wulfy surely.
OOC: Candil to anyone who will listen in the Combe Inn, who doesn't know the events of the evening))
Well there I was, sitting in the back room of the Pony, a beer in hand and a charming lady to share a drink and a book with and suddenly this man came in. Now the poor lass I was with didn't seem overly delighted with this, he was standing right over us y'see, so I felt something had to be done. Noble I know, but it's difficult not to be protective. Anyway! That's besides the point. So he speaks to us and he says in this cold, gravelly voice ''Are you enjoying yourself'' and I simply look at him, and he flinches, so I keep staring and ask him in that same cold voice he used himself, that startled him I tell you "Why would the likes of you want to know?" and he turns tail and flees!
Now, I'm not one to sing my praises but I tell you, I had the suspicion we hadn't seen the last of him. It was easy to work out based on the fact we were obviously the prettiest ladies in the Pony and no one's likely to give up their illicit dealings so quickly by that mere fact alone. So I look to Tharynien, that's the ladies name you see, and I comfort her and we return to reading, but I knew he was coming back, my hair was standing on end, in a nice way though. I knew it, and there he comes again, and that's where I make my gross oversight.
Being of chivalrous and royal blood... no, really. Look, do you want me to finish this story or not? You know what's also good for a laugh is a drink in your lap and a bloody nose! Yes, shut up and listen and maybe someone will buy us a round based on the quality of my company. So yes, my great oversight was my unwillingness to carry my great big clobbering thingie... yep, mace, in polite company. This one was an exception to polite company though, and when my intuition drove me to look round he had a knife to poor Thary's neck! Now, he claimed he only wanted her, and I've no doubt he speaks the truth, I may be beautiful but she's an elf-maiden and all that, so I tagged along, feigning confusion, just like Thary.
So he leads us through the Pony, his sword back in his sheath, but I know my knife will do no good since he's closer to Thary and could harm her before I get there. We're before long on the streets of Bree, plans and tricks running through my head a mile a minute, but I'm not one to risk anothers life when it may not be necessary. So I try reasoning with him, Thary herself behaving timid. Without warning he warns us... who is telling the story here? Now shut up and leave me be. So with warning he warns us to go into a back alley, and I know my time has to be now to act, or Thary's life may be forfeit. To make it even more dispicable, he punches Thary! So I draw my knife, a piddly thing against his two handed sword, but in situations like that you've got to use what you're given.
The coward is on the highest step, Thary caught in a dangerous spot between us, and unwilling to draw one of her many weapons in case I get distracted. I'm a few steps lower and unwilling to fight with her between us, and the gutless maggot seizes on my dilemma and kicks me, right in the chest, bootmark right on my top, and a bruise like you wouldn't believe... Ask that again and you'll be missing that rats tail you call a whatchamacallit. So there I am, winded and gasping while he flees with his sword brandished at her! I couldn't let him hurt her so I fought my way to my feet and chased after.
Now I don't care if you believe this or not, I find it difficult to understand myself. I swear it has something to do with the royal blood that runs in my veins but as I ran up the stairs two dear friends arrived to support me. With such avid loyalty I couldn't take the glory for myself. I had more important things to deal with besides, I had to take care of Thary's injuries, a swelling eye and a horrendous cut on her cheek. Now my knowledge of healing may not be as good as that of the elves, but it did the trick. Sir Haelewulf dragged the coward down the alley and dealt with him. I don't care if you're disappointed with the end, he may have been a monster I should have dealt with myself, but I had more important things to do.