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Subject: races into the trails of Mirkwood...collapses Author: .-^Nazgul^-. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:40:18 10/22/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 198.81.26.205 *A tall, black haired elf raced in onto the trails of Mirkwood collasping in the mud. He was now soaked in cold, wet mud. He trembled with fear and frustration. If only he hadn't blown it with Luinnar. She would help him right now, he knew it. But he couldn't be with her. He was a danger to her. His parents were evils of mordor, stolen was he from his parents and raised by an evil sorcerer and sorceress. They named him Nazgul, hoping for him to become evil's like them. He wasn't going to bring his past and his love life into this. He was in much pain.* "Ulg-grr" he groaned. *He tried to lift himself up. His elbow laying on the ground, he pushed. His eyes looked up, they looked like orc eyes, but the shape of his eyes: normal. Anyone that would see him would surely try and kill him. He wasn't strong enough to fight back. He needed help. Water. Food. With frustration he slid back down into the puddle.* "help" he tried to scream, but it came out only as a hoarse whisper to himself. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date ‡helps‡ ‡Elimmere‡ 18:27:06 11/01/02 Fri *will he survive?* -- .-^Nazgul^-., 18:53:49 11/03/02 Sun coming back -- Elimmere, 18:00:03 12/14/02 Sat