Waysoftheearth's Moria PBP
Lomeluin sniffs the air, and his suspicion deepens; he has tasted its like before. He swiftly fetches one foul Orc blade and examines it closely. Unsatisfied, he fetches another another...doctorx wrote:He sniffs the air, a concerned look on his face as he attempts to identify the strange scent; "We should not linger here. Make haste!"
"Mister Banks and I will lead the way. We can get word to the camp quickly if the path is clear."doctorx wrote:"Haste now is needed. We must return to camp with all speed. Archers to the front and rear, the wounded to the middle. Travel as light as you may. Be ready to carry those overcome by the poison. If the first hall is not held against us let runners go ahead and tell those at camp to boil water ready for our return. Then we healers will do what we can. Swiftly now! We have lingered here long enough!"
"Very good. Elindir, Legandir: do you go next and provide bowcraft for our scouts should they need it. Master Sili, pray do not let your brave kinsman wander off on his own! The poison clouds his mind, I fear. Will you and Soval Orc Bane follow next and lead the wounded? Let all unskilled in warcraft follow. Telthalion and I have the rear guard. Let no-one fall behind! Back to the gate now, with all the haste we may!"sulldawga wrote:"Mister Banks and I will lead the way. We can get word to the camp quickly if the path is clear."