Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20150704202012/@comment-27718380-20150714015941

Hmm. Ah well here goes.

Idril mutters some words, which Edacnik notices are no form of elvish. The orcs near the pass. Suddenly, the animals all fall silent. They sense the ancient power. A portion of the orcs file into the pass as the pass itself falls in on them. The rest of their company is dead. Then Idril does something else, something barely noticeable. She draws her sword but mutters a small prayer to Varda. Then she charges into the pass with the sun behind her. "Cover me!" She shouts back to Edacnik who obliges. Then, as she reaches them, she seems to glow. Gently at first, but brighter with each orc killed. The orcs sense this, and hate it. Varda has laid her hands on this one. The orcs then start to flee. A fine day for celebration. Of course though, this was not her doing. The lords of the west watch over her still.