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berserker_rage (berserker_rage) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-05 18:11:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 17, katara, kidnapping, legolas greenleaf, wolverine

Who: Wolverine, Katara, Legolas (posting order? And victims if they want to chime in, or we can start a new thread for the post defeat rescue)
What: Wolvy goes hunting
When: Night time
Where: Close to the altar where Aragorn and Giselle are being held
Rating: PG-13?
Status: Active

In the quiet darkness, Wolverine sat alone, knees bent in meditation. Even though beneath the surface, rage and bloodlust filled his mind, he knew better than to let that consume him completely when he was not fighting. It would fatigue him, make him less ready for combat, and less able to fulfill the needs of Dahak. His skin bumped slightly at the cool air, feeling the breeze flowing across him, lightly tickling the ends of his facial hair as he emptied his mind completely, only now and again focusing on the goals that Dahak had burned into his mind. He had to make sure that the two were on the pillar come midnight, that they would remain on the altar so that Dahak's dark spell could be cast in this world, and take all of them to another place.

It was when Logan tried to think about why he was doing it, that things didn't seem to make sense. He knew that he wanted to, but there was no logical reason for it, as if some cruicial moment of clarity that he'd had when he'd decided to serve Dahak had been stripped from him. It was annoying in a way, like a sliver in his brain that he couldn't quite get out, but every time he thought on it too much he wound up going in circles, which didn't exactly help anything, so after a long while, he finally gave it up, and focused on what he was supposed to do.

Aragorn and Giselle were sitting with their hands bound behind their back, on the wide flat space of the altar that rose up only a couple of feet from the ground. It was lavishly decorated with dark runes etched into the base of it, with a small irrigation canal that seemed to run along the edge and guide water or liquid to a crevice in the sides of the stone. What purpose it was for was rather obvious, it was to drain blood away. However, Wolverine had thankfully not cut either of them yet, despite the fact that he looked like he was often considering doing so.

Finally, Wolverine rose and stared off into the distance. There would be people coming to try to stop him from doing the Dark Lord's work. That thought had been placed into his mind hours ago, and it had lead to his desire for meditation, so that he would be fresh. He'd made traps for those who might come his way, all of which were deadly, after a fashion. There were a few trip wires that would cause large spiked logs to come swinging down from the tree tops at those who might persue. There were also a few pits which were laden with wooden spikes at the bottom of them, jagged enough that they would splinter under the skin even if someone managed to survive... and only one trap which would send a shower of arrows flying at them, mainly because that one had been too intricate to make many of, whereas his brute strength had helped make the others quick.

Sniffing the wind, he perked his head up. It was time. He could tell that they were close. Looking at the Lizardmen guarding the pair of sacrifices, he nodded and then growled lightly. "Watch the hostages. If they try to escape, kill them. I've got some annoying pests to deal with..." he said, and then leaning down, shot outward into the woods like a bullet, rustling the tree near them only slightly as he went to find those who would try to stop Lord Dahak's plan from succeeding. He might have waited for them to come to him, but then he would lose the element of surprise.

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princegreenleaf
2008-10-06 10:44 am UTC (link)

Legolas, of course, didn't sleep. But then, he never did. The state of dream-like reverie that the elves entered into could be taken even while running, so it had been no problem to take his rest the previous night. In fact, it had been a welcome relief. In his memories, which he meditated upon, he was able to be again with his Ranger. Only for a couple of short hours, of course, but that was far better than nothing. When it was time, he reluctantly sat up and got ready to go.

It never took him long to prepare for a hunt, and this was exactly what this was. Someone or something had taken two very dear friends, and he would track them down and make them pay. That was all there was to it. So, it was short work to sheathe his long, keen silver knives on his back, and sling the bow of Galadriel over his shoulder. The clothing he wore was just as one would expect from a wood-elf of Mirkwood. Brown, leather tunic over green leggings, and soft, well-worn and completely silent black boots. His hair was half tied up, and then, he was ready to go.

It was very early, but elves require less rest than humans, and he wasn't surprised that he arrived before Katara did. While he was waiting for her, and he had no intention of going off into the uncertain situation without her help, he looked around at the area. To most, it would look like nothing untoward had ever happened here. The grass looked to be normal. But to the sensitive elven eyes, there still might as well be a signpost pointing to the direction his friends had been taken.

"Yes, Lady Katara, indeed I do. If you are ready..." He allowed himself to look her over, and nodded in satisfaction. All elves appreciate beauty, of course, so that was part of it, but she was also strong and battle-ready, and he appreciated that far more at the moment. "We will make a good team, I believe. Let us go rescue the fair Giselle, and my Ranger-King Aragorn."

With that, he was off. It hadn't been in any way difficult for the skilled tracker to find the initial trail. The struggle that had happened there might as well have been a beacon of light to his eyes. However, as they went, it became more difficult. Whoever had taken them had done a very good job of moving lightly, and often all he had to go off of was a slightly bent blade of grass. Still, they made progress, and by the evening, he was in the general area.

"My lady... be on your guard, I sense something..." Dark eyes scanned the area, and he pointed to the ground immediately in front of her. "A trap, there. We must go around." Sometimes, the humans came into the Mirkwood and trapped this way, with pits. The elves had gotten good at diffusing them, since it was not an honorable way to hunt. "We must be wary, we cannot assume this is the only trap."

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