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The Scent of Hatred « Thread Started on Sept 12, 2008, 11:25pm »
Ecthlion paced inside his small hut that lye in Haradwaith. Every time he completed one length he would glance to his black sword that was placed on his cot. He could not be confined to this place any longer. Haradwaith was indeed the place he had been raised and where he had lived for quite some time, but he hungered for more. He needed more. What he wanted most was to leave this place and test his skills elsewhere. His battle prowess was simply not honed as it should be in this increasingly boring city. He wanted an edge, to push himself to his limit. But he knew not how or where. Glancing to his sword he imagined piercing the hearts of many foes. Weather they be Men, Elves, Dwarves or even Hobbits; he did not care. Ecthlion wanted more than this routine life, he wanted his sword to gleam red, slick in blood. And he knew, that by the end of the season... he would have his wish.