Rabbits and Whispers

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Real time is: Fri Apr 23 14:54:49 2010 - Elendor time is
Dusk on a Clear Autumn Sunday, October 2, 3049
The Moon's Phase is: full
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[Narshaak(#16331)]
It is dusk, and the shadows are lengthening. Deeper in the wood it is even more gloomy and oppressive a sense of evil might be almost palpable.

Through a section of undergrowth something moves: an orc it is, clearly, though larger than the kind usually found in the Shaws. The creature weaves around big gnarled trunks and roots, and there is an incessant thudding sound as she walks. Slung over Narshaak's leather-clad back is a collection of dead rabbits. The uruk-hai croons to herself, apparently rather pleased about the assortment.

[Ollie(#15066)] "Hey!" Yer!"
It is a whisper (troll-sized) from near Narshaak.

[Elladan(#27059)] Even deeper in the undergrowth there is another pair of eyes watching this nightly encounter from afar. This one though is clad in steel and truesilver which is conveniently hidden under a grey elven cloak.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
Whisper or no, a rather loud noise comes from somewhere nigh at hand, and the she-orc starts, whirling to peer around with a pair of bright crimson eyes. Her free gloved claw quickly shifts downward for the hilt of a weapon, but Narshaak does not draw it yet. Instead the darkness of the wood is given an intent stare. The presence of a third figure is not noticed for now, hidden as it is in elven grey.

[Ollie(#15066)] Oliver leans forward, looking around cautiously. He doesn't see anyone else near either, and he says again. "Hey! Yer comes here!" A long large finger beckons to the orc.

Elladan is lurking behind a fallen tree. What happens further ahead promises to become entertaining, even more since there is food involved. The half-elf smirks grimly as he waits for the orc to react to the beckoning.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
The Isengarder blinks, for now there is a huge finger signaling -- and it is connected to a much larger body...the broadsword remains sheathed, though Narshaak gives a low growl, perhaps in irritation for an interruption. "Come closer so you can grab me?" the orc snorts, but takes a few paces nearer to the troll nonetheless. "This won't take long will it? I'd like to enjoy these," she lifts one of the lifeless hares.

[Ollie(#15066)] "Yer comes here," Oliver insists. He looks around again and lowers his voice to a bass rumble. "Ollie needs..." He stops, his eyes drawn to the raised bunny. "Rabbits?" A deep flicker of light in those lightless eyes. "Like rabbits..."

[Elladan(#27059)] "And rabbits taste even better with salt!" This voice comes out of nowhere, out of the darkness, low, whispering only but surely loud enough to be heard by troll and orc.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
Finally, a couple of paces forward and the she-hai is as close to Oliver as she dares to get. At the rumbling, Narshaak frowns, and pulls the lifted rabbit against her leather armored chest, squeezing the animal in a sort of greedy possessive orc-hug. "It's mine, you hear? I found it, killed it, and now it's mine. Now...is there something else you'd wish me to stick around for?" The annoyed tone is still there, but it lessens into awful amusement as the orc fiddles happily with the rabbit's ears with her fingers.

The strong scent of troll overrides any another traces, and Elladan's smell is not picked up -- but there is the sudden voice that whispers from the dark. Narshaak jumps slightly once more, swiftly turning her helmed head to peer through the gloom. "Who's that?" She snarls, sparing Ollie a mistrusting glance. "Have you brought more friends to steal my food?"

[Ollie(#15066)] Oliver nods his head, happy at the swift understanding of the faceless voice. "Ollie likes rabbits," he agrees. "With saahl." He reaches out to try and grab the hare away. "Yer gets saahl. Good for rabbits. Grey bits for elfs and brown bits for mens." A pause in the litany. Oh yeah. The troll raises his voice. "Yer gets saahl!"

[Elladan(#27059)] The elf is indeed clad in grey. And as brief as his interdiction was, it seems to have the intended effect. Elladan is quiet again, watching.

[Narshaak(#16331)] The sight of an enormous hand jutting out is quite intimidating, and Narshaak backpedals, letting the first hare slip from her clutch where the troll may easily grab it. The rest are held tightly, determindely over her shoulder. "You want me to get salt, or your 'friend in the night' to?" The darkness is shot another red glare.

[Ollie(#15066)] Pleased at this easy way of getting dinner, Oliver snatches up the rabbit. "Yer gets saahl," he repeats. "For Ollie." Then a wrinkle of a frown spreads over his face and he looks suspiciously into the night woods. "Where friend?" Flaring his nostrils, he breathes in great snuffles of cool air, turning around in place. There is something... tantalizing, but...

[Elladan(#27059)] Where? Where is this imaginary friend, the strange voice? Was this just a trick by the orc to fool Oliver? Or has another troll found his way to this lonely clearing? Elladan does not speak nor move.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
"Fine, fine," mutters the Isengarder, appearing none too sad at the fetching mission, provided it gets her far away from here there are the rest of the rabbits to eat, afterall. "Your friend is...there," the she-hai points in a random direction, off into the woods. "You heard him talking. Maybe he wants you to share." Slowly, Narshaak begins to back away, though keeping her front facing Oliver so that she can still see him.

[Ollie(#15066)] Oliver clutches the rabbit possessively, and the suspicion in his face grows deeper. "Not sharing," he rumbles. "Yer shares. Not Ollie!" He glares after the orc, then switches over to the direction she has pointed, and glowers at the darkness. "NOT SHARES!" he bellows. Just in case. And back to Narshaak, a repeat of the command. "Yer brings saahl. Lots. Here." The troll stabs his forefinger down at the ground. "Fast," he adds, for good measure.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
Yes, I shall, yesss," hisses the orc, grimacing at the loudness of the troll bellow as he shouts to the forest. She bumps into a tree on her way backward, and curses as another rabbit is knocked off to land with a plop on the ground. Narshaak pauses, gaze flashing upward to see if Ollie has noticed, and beginning to bend over to snatch the dropped animal up again. If her path takes her closer to where Elladan hides, the uruk-hai is unaware, attention occupied with the large monster in the fore.

Elladan reaches for the hilt of Nallaklaure and slowly and without a sound this ancient blade is drawn as the she-orc approaches the elf's lair.

[Combat(#13388)] Elladan draws his fell sword Nallaklaure ringing from its scabbard

[Ollie(#15066)] Oliver doesn't notice. Lucky orc. He is too busy making sure no one is planning to steal his rabbit. And now he turns a quarter-turn to the side, checking out that corner of the woods as well. And so he mostly has his left side and back to where the unseen elf is.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
With a look of relief, Narshaak swoops and reclaims the hare, plopping it back with the others that she still carries. Keeping herself facing forward, always aiming to keep that massive threat of stone in her sight, the orc continues her backing up... "Mine, mine," she croons again, petting a rabbit head with one gloved hand.

[Elladan(#27059)] A few swift movements through the brush and Elladan is almost behind the orc. His eyes flicker with hatred for the creations of Morgoth - unaware of Narshaak's true master and creator - and there is a likewise quick stab at the orc's back.

Elladan attacks you with his Longsword!...
...and he hits! Ouch!

ARB: You've been injured for 24 hp's by Elladan's attack...
...you have 61 left. Please RP this injury accordingly.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
A sharp howl proves the accuracy of the elven blade to be true, and the she-hai stumbles sideways in a mixture of surprise and pain black flows freely onto the forest floor, and a few of the rabbits are dropped in the motion. Leaning against the trunk of a nearby tree, Narshaak's eyes dart this way and that until they land upon the glint of the offending weapon. The orc snarls venomously. Although she yet clings to the remainder of her hunt with that single determined claw, the second hand draws the broadsword at her side. The blade is brandished forward, seeking to smite weapon-hand should Elladan be close enough.

COMBAT - Wielded: Short Broadsword

You attack Elladan with your Short Broadsword...
Elladan dodges your attack.

[Ollie(#15066)] The howl brings Oliver's head whipping around. He goggles at the orc who is fighting a .. tree? How strange. But then his eyes drop to the fallen rabbits and light up. It only takes him a few steps to get there, and he is bending down to scoop them up, licking his lips happily.

[Elladan(#27059)] The earth trembles and leaves shiver as Oliver comes forth to snatch his prey - and Elladan decides to evade this larger foe for now. As fast as he appeared behind Narshaak's back he is gone again, leaving the wounded orc to the mercy or mayhaps the appetite of Ollie.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
The Isendarder scowls as her sword slices naught but air, the silent attacker having vanished in a blink of an eye. She stares for a moment into the dark, confused maybe, and wondering perhaps what exactly had assailed her. Surely not the /tree/?

Narshaak blinks, turning to watch Oliver claim the dropped rabbits. "Hey, I said they're mine!" the orc shouts, but makes no attempt to grab them from him she remains bent against the trunk, hugging it rather for support.

[Ollie(#15066)] "Yer threw 'em off," Oliver points out, smugly. He gathers them into the crook of one arm then decides apparently that this might not be quite secure enough and feels around for one of the bags strewn about his person, and shoves them into it. Then he eyes Narshaak curiously. "Yer is just standing there," he points out.

[Narshaak(#16331)]
"Yes, well," the she-hai starts to reply, but stops, looking down to where the grass is stained black the broadsword is stowed away and she takes that claw to touch her back -- but the wound is in a spot she cannot reach, and Narshaak gives up. Instead, the orc pushes away from the supporting tree, and promptly stumbles onto a knee. She is cursing all the while. "Stupid..whatever is was that hit me." She lets go of the last rabbits, using both hands to grasp at the ground so she doesn't topple more sideways.

[Ollie(#15066)] The orc moves oddly... Oliver sniffs. The smell of hot fresh blood overpowers that of the rabbits and now Narshaak is bent over on the ground. The troll leans over, reaching out again - for the rabbits or for the orc? A bit hard to tell just at this moment...