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Subject: Death? Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:56:30 05/19/02 Sun In his haze Aragorn watched Namün and Aryante rush into the ring the soldiers had created around him. It didn't seem real. Someone had tried to kill him again. They had failed but that was of little consequence. He hardly heard Namün's call but he saw the elven healer shake her head. Deollyn was dead, or as good as. He looked down at the man at his feet, his life blood pooling around him. "Is he alive?" Namün looked up at him. "Barely but he will be gone soon. The bolt pierced his heart he has but minutes to live." He processed this information slowly. Deollyn had violated the first blood rule and the man deserved to die for his offences but then so did many others for they too had commited the same crimes, they had just had the good fortune not to be discovered. That arrow was meant for me. "Pick him up. Carry him to the healing houses," he called as a darkhaired warrior slipped his arms under the unconcious courtier. "Follow me." Striding through the masses of commoners he turned back to yell at the party who followed him "and will someone get me some athelas." He walked on ignoring the people who pawed at his garments. It was time to become the king he had started out to be. Deollyn would not die. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]