No Place to Hide, April 28, 3010
Jun 23, 2018 17:28:53 GMT -5
Post by BRAELDIA HJORTH on Jun 23, 2018 17:28:53 GMT -5
Braeldia had been soaring high, even if she had to conceal her mood some from the guards who were escorting her home, to avoid awkward questions. But Ran could feel it, he could read his mistress' mood and the big roan really wanted to celebrate with a gallop!
But there were conventions to be observed, and right now she was Braeldia, Lady of the House of Hjorth and sister to the Master of the Horse, and galloping about would be unseemly.
She did want to get home, though, she was itching to tell someone about Eomer, about, well, all of it! Of course, she still didn't know who that might be, she didn't have any close friends and she didn't want to talk to her brother, he would just laugh and pat her on the head!
She'd figure that out later, for now, the weather was beautiful, cool with some clouds against the blue skies. There was a breeze that carried the sweet scents of pine and eucalyptus...
Braeldia couldn't imagine a more second-perfect day.
That was all shattered in a confusing instant...
At once, there was a change in the air, a disquieting rumble. Ran snorted and tossed his head, but held, pulling at the bit...there was a shout, then the distinct cry...
"ORCS!"
A chill coursed through Braeldia as she looked around at the alarm, seeing the truth of it. Frightening and hideous, half a dozen Orcs, on their hound-beasts, were charging over the slope on their flank while four more rode up from behind!
The guard was well trained...of the dozen there, four surrounded her as the horses leapt into a full gallop, while four more took up a rank behind them. The last four split to block the two fronts and give the lady time to escape. It would be the mangled bodies of these last four, their mounts and three Orcs scattered along the road that would be the first inclination that there was trouble.
For an instant, Braeldia was too stunned to think, but fortunately she didn't have to. Of his own accord, Ran lunged forward into an flat out run, mane flying and hooves pounding in the grassy dirt as she and the four guards with her made a dash for freedom.
And it seemed that they would evade their pursuers, until...
Well, Orcs were pretty stupid, but in the art of catching prey they excelled, and they had chosen this spot for a reason. Less than a mile up the road was a river, crossed by a narrow bridge, and it was here the real battle would be.
As they neared the bridge it was evident that only one horse could cross at a time, so the guard pulled back to allow Brealdia to go first. But Ran, panicked and balked before bolting ahead, unseating Braeldia, pitching her to the bank.
It took her a moment to for her to gather her wits, but she was unhurt and scrambled to her feet, desperately scrambling her way back to the road.
And now the fight was on!
Five of her house guards, using their horses as shields, faced up against four remaining Orcs. Someone shouted at her to run, but she decided that she had no chance if these men fell, so she grabbed up a sword from a fallen guard and took up stance with the others, scared out of her wits, but falling back on the training from Cloemund.
If you were going to die, do it with Glory!
ÉOMER BALDOR
But there were conventions to be observed, and right now she was Braeldia, Lady of the House of Hjorth and sister to the Master of the Horse, and galloping about would be unseemly.
She did want to get home, though, she was itching to tell someone about Eomer, about, well, all of it! Of course, she still didn't know who that might be, she didn't have any close friends and she didn't want to talk to her brother, he would just laugh and pat her on the head!
She'd figure that out later, for now, the weather was beautiful, cool with some clouds against the blue skies. There was a breeze that carried the sweet scents of pine and eucalyptus...
Braeldia couldn't imagine a more second-perfect day.
That was all shattered in a confusing instant...
At once, there was a change in the air, a disquieting rumble. Ran snorted and tossed his head, but held, pulling at the bit...there was a shout, then the distinct cry...
"ORCS!"
A chill coursed through Braeldia as she looked around at the alarm, seeing the truth of it. Frightening and hideous, half a dozen Orcs, on their hound-beasts, were charging over the slope on their flank while four more rode up from behind!
The guard was well trained...of the dozen there, four surrounded her as the horses leapt into a full gallop, while four more took up a rank behind them. The last four split to block the two fronts and give the lady time to escape. It would be the mangled bodies of these last four, their mounts and three Orcs scattered along the road that would be the first inclination that there was trouble.
For an instant, Braeldia was too stunned to think, but fortunately she didn't have to. Of his own accord, Ran lunged forward into an flat out run, mane flying and hooves pounding in the grassy dirt as she and the four guards with her made a dash for freedom.
And it seemed that they would evade their pursuers, until...
Well, Orcs were pretty stupid, but in the art of catching prey they excelled, and they had chosen this spot for a reason. Less than a mile up the road was a river, crossed by a narrow bridge, and it was here the real battle would be.
As they neared the bridge it was evident that only one horse could cross at a time, so the guard pulled back to allow Brealdia to go first. But Ran, panicked and balked before bolting ahead, unseating Braeldia, pitching her to the bank.
It took her a moment to for her to gather her wits, but she was unhurt and scrambled to her feet, desperately scrambling her way back to the road.
And now the fight was on!
Five of her house guards, using their horses as shields, faced up against four remaining Orcs. Someone shouted at her to run, but she decided that she had no chance if these men fell, so she grabbed up a sword from a fallen guard and took up stance with the others, scared out of her wits, but falling back on the training from Cloemund.
If you were going to die, do it with Glory!
ÉOMER BALDOR