Anira continued to work desperately at her bonds, knowing that she could not help any one with her hands tied. She could feel the ropes giving way and awkwardly stumbled to her feet, while still fighting with her bonds. "Leave her alone!" she cried at orcs, horror mixed with anger filling her eyes at the guard's brutality. An orc then turned at the sound of her voice and made its way back to her.

"Quiet!" the orc commanded as it struck her in the abdomen causing the woman to sink to her knees in pain. He then slapped her across the face with his gloved hand, drawing blood. Anira gazed up at him, her eyes ablaze with untempered fury as a trickle of blood flowed from her lips. "No need for the master, you'll die here." the orc uttered, his wide eyes glowing with malevolent glee as he drew his blade.

Struggling desperately with her ropes, she finally managed to free herself and tackled her captor causing the blade to fall from the creature's hands. "You monster!" she uttered as her eyes narrowed in rage as she wrapped her hands around the beast's neck. Suddenly a sharp kick to the side threw her off and she found herself gazing up at the second orc. "Stupid girl," he spat as he grabbed her by the hair and shoved her to the ground, pinning her under his boot. Anira choked as she struggled for breath beneath the creature's weight, her heart filled with a deep-seated hatred that she could not control. Straining with all her might, she reached for the blade that fell from her first attacker and grasped the hilt firmly in her palm. With all the strength she could muster, she plunged the blade in the creature's foot and withdrew it. The orc howled in pain, its black blood spilling freely from the wound. Anira slowly sat up, and gasped for breath as she clutched the weapon tightly, welcoming the distraction as she wondered what to do next.

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Deawen recovered slowly seeing the display before her she rose to her feet again the Warrior showed in her. THe orks had theri backs turned to her " perfect" she thought as she rushed forward with disiplined speed she rushed into the Ork throwing his weight forward she dug into his side with her elbow when he turned she grabbed his arm and threw his wieght forwad and flipped him over. her attention flicked to the next ork.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Lostariel desperately tried to get rid of the rags. She could no longer see what the orcs were doing to her company. The bounds on her knees were lax,so she got them off first. Then she tore her arms away from each other and the rags fell off. Her wrists were covered with blood and dirt and they felt useless and weak. Since she had no weapon she jumped upon one of the orcs back and punched his head as long as she could. After only a few seconds the orc shaked her off and threw her to the wall.
The orcs then went back to the door and turned to face the women.
"You have two opportunities.", one of them said. "Fight for the Dark Lord... or die trying to kill us."
The horrible laughter hurt in her head...

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Deawen's chest heaved as she stood weighing the options beads of sweat formed on her brow. " I serve No one..No King Nor Lord " she said defiantly.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Quietly, Silima put her knife blade back and edged over to a corner, were she saw an orc drop a short sword. She grabbed it, even though she had never used one. She ran up behide the laughing orc, but he heard her coming.
"Put that down," He order, slapping her on the left cheek, scrapping it open with his nails.
Silima grimants(?) as he laughed again. Taking a 2 handed grip on the sword she plunged it in to his stomach.

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Anira rose and glared defiantly at the fiends, her eyes blazing with hate. "I shall never fall on bended knee before the Dark Lord." she uttered. Sweat beaded upon her brow and her body ached from where she had been kicked, but at the moment, she did not care. Clenching her sword even tighter, she parried a blow of a creature that meant to strike her down.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

((How many orcs are there in the room at the moment.))

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I was Nymphadora Tonks

[ there are three of them ]

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Lostariel slowly stood up, her eyes seemed burning as she ran upon one of the orcs, screaming and crying. The orc was too surprised to react, so Lostariel could get his sword. Still screaming she jabbed the sword into his heart and then pulled it out again.
Now almost frightfully calm she turned around.
"Anyone else?", she asked with a low voice.

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Anira glared down at the orc that she remained locked in combat with. Disentangling their blades, she found an opening and swiftly beheaded the vile creature. A slight smile of grim satisfaction crossed her lips as the creature's body crumpled to the ground at her feet.

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Deawen stood motionless "there will be more" she said straightening. the wound above her eye stopped bleeding. " there is little chance of escape if we split up we stand a better chance if we stick together and arm ourselves."

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

Lostariel pulled the sword out of the orc's chest and then took his helmet. She left the armour. "I don't think there'll be enough for all of us, we'll have to search for more.", she sighed.

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Silima nodded, grabbing her sword too, "What's your names?"

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Venessiel bowed her head and wiped the blood from her lips. "My name is Lostariel.", she said and looked at the others. "Do you... do you know what happened? Why we are here?", she asked haltily

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" Deawen of the Westfolde, I remember little only that it was an ambush had to have been. I remember riding with my hounds when one of my hounds yelped in pain I stopped to look and thats all I can remember" she said softly " somewhere Here should be my sword belt unless they ruined it..." she trailed off and went in search of her belt she didn't have to go far she found her belt among other things of the others. she came back with the bundle she strapped her belt to her waist a beautifuly curved sword with dragons as the hand guard and a blue gem as the pommel. several daggers was also attached to the belt many bearing horse heads as pommels. she unsheathed them and handed them to those that didn't have weapons at all. " take care of the blade they are poisoned, and for a good reason..even the weakest can make a a fatal scratch" she laughed slightly she was a peculair woman well trained stubborn and still held on to her femine side.

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Lips, ripe as the berries in June
Red the rose, red the rose
Skin, pale as the light of the moon
Gently as she goes

as always a hero comes home

"I'm Silima," said Silima, "as for your questions, I don't know why were here."

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