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Postby SmaugsBane » Thu Apr 04, 2002 1:58 pm

Yeah, as I sat and tried to picture SB by my description, the mustache didn't fit, so I got rid of it. The tattoo? I just thought of that one day in the Eldar's (old people over 30 thread). I thought it was cool, so I added it. <BR><BR>BiB, you know that you will be getting more than a mere passing reference very soon in SB's character progression.
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Postby Khamul'sshadow » Thu Apr 04, 2002 2:27 pm

A very interesting and nicely written history, SB <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> The only problem<BR>(which you note on several occasions) is that Sauron and his beloved<BR>Nazgul, including yours truly, are no more <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-shocked.gif"border=0> (the magnitude of this<BR>tragedy should not be lost on any of your readers - brings tears to<BR>my eyes even to contemplate it for a minute <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>). So how are you<BR>going to rejoin us all back at the end of the Third Age ?
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Postby SmaugsBane » Thu Apr 04, 2002 2:43 pm

It's really difficult Kham. That's why I mention it so many times. I came up with the basic character in the 4th age. But many RP's and characters depend on it still being T.A. Like AMMM. So I just write as if TORC is in suspended animation and twist it around for particular RP's. All of the posts here (with the exception of the main profile and the childhood story.) are from other threads, so that's why the timelines and who is in existence and all that stuff sometimes don't match. As an answer to your question, I don't know. Especially if there is a TORCer out there claiming to be the WitchKing who joins AMMM, then I really, really don't know. I guess I'll have to call him daddy and do his bidding. And that would really be wierd, since I've said that I am wearing his ring and sitting on his throne in Carn-Dûm. <BR><BR>We shall see. That's what keeps it interesting. Just when you think you think you have a good story to write, someone comes along and slits your throat. lol <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby Khamul'sshadow » Thu Apr 04, 2002 3:38 pm

Actually, Bane, there is a Witch King of Angmar character (haven't<BR>seen him in months) and a Nazgul Lord ( Nazzy to his friends - still<BR>active and a nice chap). But no mind; in RP's anything can happen <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR>and usually do <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> I appreciate the gravitas you gave to Khamul on the<BR>first page and look forward to further additions to your story.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Thu Apr 04, 2002 3:54 pm

*bows low*<BR><BR>Of course, Khamul is an ancient evil, long time bearer of one of the nine rings, and lord of the tower SB was visiting. By contrast, in the dark world, SB is a peeon, a nobody. An arrogant nobody. But a nobody, nonetheless. So he is out there, meeting with the Nazgul, trying to network, make friends on low places so to speak. So of course, Khamul, Nazzy, §ol, V., etc. get their due respect.
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Postby Leoba » Fri Apr 05, 2002 4:41 am

Yuk! I hate to see you grovel to the dark scum <i>*ducks out of the way as all manner of evil-intentioned objects are hurled in her direction*</i><BR><BR>I wish I was old enough to join the Eldars - maybe I should lie about my age - I know quite a lot of them (do they accept honorary members, or is a case of needing to show the right ID at the door of the thread?)<BR><BR>
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Postby Murannon » Fri Apr 05, 2002 5:23 am

Nice writing SB !!<BR>Hopefully you won't encounter a WitchKing TORCer,<BR>three would be a croud, even in Carn Dûm <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>~~Murannon~~
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Postby SmaugsBane » Fri Apr 05, 2002 7:08 am

I don't think they'd mind if a youngster like yourself wanted to join. <BR><BR>Grovel? Who's grovelling?
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Postby SmaugsBane » Mon Apr 08, 2002 12:11 pm

Bane, in his arrogance, sent Bernard his servant to fetch Leoba to come to BD to be at his side. When Bernard brought the news of her rejection to his master, Bane mounted his winged steed and flew towards MT. If she wouldn't come, he'd go get her....<BR><BR>The final battle of Bane, the hier of Angmar: (from the AMMM/AML RP thread, 8Apr02)<BR><BR><i>Bardhwyn lay in the infirmary, recovering from her physical injuries, as well as the mental anguish of her “separation”. Since she was high in the tower and her window faced east, she may have been the first to hear it, the first whose ears caught the high-pitched wail upon the east wind. She immediately recognized the sound and the fear it produced turned quickly into vengeful lust. She had had a chance to rid the earth of this pestilence before it could take root, but in her mercy had stayed her bow. She wouldn’t let that opportunity pass her by a second time…<BR><BR><BR>Juwel had been just outside the door of Bardhwyn’s room when the shrill cries got louder. The fear was more than she could bear. She dropped her tray of tea and biscuits that was meant for the ailing Dale woman, and cowered in a curtained alcove in the hall. Some moments later, she observed Bardhwyn, one eye still swollen shut, her breathing labored because of the broken ribs she’d sustained and a slight trickle of blood still evident from the angry head wound, stalk out of her room and down the hall. The hobbit followed the woman, who was still dressed in a sleeping gown, up the stair and out onto the deserted rampart. Juwel was about to speak to Bardhwyn and beg her to put down her bow and return to her bed when the cries of the winged beast came to her ears again. This time it was closer and too much for her to bear. She dashed back inside and into the hall. The warrior woman had been completely oblivious to her presence. As Juwel cowered in the hall, her heart, too hardened and she ran to her room. There, she arrayed herself with her weapons and stormed toward the main gate, with a terrified but determined look in her eyes. She would not be ignored this time, and she would not stand back and let others fight the fight…<BR><BR><BR>Lysandros had been discussing the latest events in the struggle against Khamul and possible strategies for storming Dol Guldur when he heard the shriek of the winged Nazgûl-mount. As the Generals of Gondor’s army quailed in fear, Lys, who hadn’t yet fully recovered from §ol’s knife, recognized the threat immediately and called for his sword. <BR><BR>He and several of the most stouthearted of the city’s guard rushed to ready themselves for the onslaught…<BR><BR><BR>Leoba, too, heard the call of the flying beast. She had been in her room, still in anguish over her lost love. She alone in the white tower felt no fear. She only anguished the more. She slowly raised herself up and girt herself with the sword and bow and went to meet her fate with this man, though she was sure this day would end it tragedy…<BR><BR><BR>Blind rage, lust and arrogance filled Bane. As the beast flew high over the Pellenor striving to reach Ecthelion, Bane urged it on ever faster. Had anyone been near enough to see his eyes, the fire there would have smote them to the ground, for there was an evil power there. Evil well beyond the man himself, it was much older and stronger, for his amulet and sword and ring were alight also. The power of his countenance sent the people in the fields of Gondor running in terror. <BR><BR>But Bane took no heed of anything, except the Glistening White City upon Mindolluin. Storm clouds were gathering and the smell of an impending storm hung upon the strengthening wind. The Nazgûl-beast flew well below these, impervious to the winds and without regard to safety or stealth. <BR><BR>Soon rider and beast were nigh to the Tower, and he reined the mount in, causing the beast’s great cry to echo upon the stone walls of Minas Tirith. A quick survey of the battlements above and the ground before the city found it deserted. Bane sunk his spurs deep into the scaly flesh of the beast’s side. As they drew nearer, a small company of men issued forth from the front gates of the city – 12 men armed with swords and bows. Bane saw these and flew in close, belching forth fear like a vapor from a great volcano. No less than half of the men quailed and fled back within the cities walls. Bane now urged the beast to gain altitude and pass directly over the city. <BR><BR><BR>Bardhwyn saw the mounted enemy approach, and steeled herself against the fear he projected like a shadow cast over the sun by a cloud. She saw the beast pass low over the men below, scattering them. Now the rider made his mistake. In his arrogance, he thought to pass over the walls and spread terror within the city; but in doing so, he came within her range. Bardhwyn quickly nocked and arrow, sighted down its shaft with her good eye and let loose, just as the rider came closest to her. <BR><BR>But her diminished sight failed her; she struck the beast in its heavily muscled neck and not the fell burden it was carrying, as she’d intended. The beast hovered a moment, then with a great flapping of wings, began to descend upon the field where the remaining men waited…<BR><BR><BR>Lysandros steadied himself for the second advance of the beast, this time from almost directly above. As it came down upon him, Lys espied a blue-feathered shaft protruding the beast’s neck. Quickly, he aimed his own bow and let fly a bolt, which struck the beast in its belly, causing its fell voice to shriek once again, but this time in pain…<BR><BR><BR>The echoes of the painful cry still hung in the air as the beast touched the ground. Bane leapt from the saddle and pulled himself to full height. The beast, pulling angrily at the arrows that had pierced him, took again to the air and was not seen again upon Middle Earth. <BR><BR>The Dark Numenorean Lord advanced upon the men now with a steady gait and a sickening smirk. The Eye of Ancalagon, the Ring of Power, one of the Nine, and Neleg Amlug lit with a hellish pall which was matched in Bane’s eyes. Fear and anguish stole into the hearts of the men around Lys. Despite his attempts to calm them, they broke and fled into the city like beaten dogs. <BR><BR>Lys was face to face with his enemy. This battle would be determined in single combat. <BR><BR>As Bane approached, his smile widened so that his teeth were bared: </i><BR><BR>So, Lysandros, you alone have to courage to face me? Well then, let’s begin, I am anxious see my Lady again.<BR><BR><i>His arrogance caused rage to built within Lys. </i><BR><BR>“Yes, I know you, Dirk. You had been my pupil once. Come, take your next lesson.”<BR><BR><i>Lys showed no pain and no fear, but below his mail, blood began to issue from his knife wounds. <BR><BR>Steadily, he two inched forward, and began to circle, each sizing up the other. Lys finally lunged with a mighty thrust of his sword. Even though the Daleman's speed and power were sapped by the damage to his chest, Bane was barely able to parry the blow and step aside, his cloak had been caught by the tip of the sword and ripped. Lys stumbled to the ground with the power of the blow. Seeing his opponent on the ground, Bane brought his sword down, missing Lys’s head by mere inches; and the blow broke the stone when it smote the road. Lys countered Bane’s powerful blow with two quick slashes to the midsection. Lys felt the sword penetrate, then grate on metal. Bane looked at his belly, where surely Lys expected to see blood flowing uncontrollably. His leather jerkin had been slashed twice, revealing the mithril mail beneath. In his disbelief, Lys let his guard down for only a moment. But a moment was all Bane needed, and he brought his left fist down hard upon Lysandros’s chin, sending the Daleman to his back. <BR><BR>Simultaneously, a shout was heard from the gate, and Bane turned to face the new enemy. But as he did, an arrow pierced the flesh of his right thigh, and as he began to fall, another whistled past Bane’s ear. Bardhwyn had finally made it to the field of battle and intended to finish the deed she should have accomplished from a tree outside of the Lucky Fortune Inn. Bane’s attention was averted to the infuriated lady archer, still clad only in the dressing gown, her bare feet slapping softly as she ran towards the battle. While his back was turned, Lys, who had gotten himself to his feet, struck Bane with his sword’s pommel: a crushing blow to the base of his skull, sending Bane face-first to the cobblestones, seemingly out cold.<BR><BR>Bardhwyn drew her sword and was about to finish the job when Bane made a sudden lunge. From his hands and knees, he took up Neleg Amlug in his right hand and struck at Bardhwyn. But his blow was stopped short when, from a ditch on the side of the road, Juwel screamed her battle-cry: </i><BR><BR><BR>“The Shire!”<BR><BR><i>And ran forth into the fray with her sword raised. She stumbled, however, and fell headlong into Bane. <BR><BR>There was a flash of lightning and a great peal of thunder and everyone was thrown back onto the ground. When their eyes again adjusted to daylight and they shook off the blow, all could see that Juwel, as she fell, had severed the index finger of Bane’s left hand, thus removing the ring of power. As they watched, the finger and the ring burned to black ash, among the broken shards of Juwel's borrowed Gondorian dagger. The rain began to fall then, washing the ashes away. <BR><BR>Bane was thrown off the road and down into the ditch that had been Juwel’s hiding place. As they approached, Leoba came running from the gate, struggling to get to them. Bardhwyn was the first to reach Bane, and seeing that he was not dead, raised her sword to deal the final blow. But she hesitated, for Bane looked at her, and he was changed. Arrogance and malice were no longer present in his eyes, and he began to weep. Lys approached next and bid Bardhwyn stay her sword. The man on the ground before them was afraid and confused. Leoba and Juwel came upon the scene shortly thereafter, and Leoba threw herself upon the mute and sobbing man.</i><BR><BR>“No,” She pleaded, “don’t kill him, please! Spare him, please.”<BR><BR><i>Leoba looked into his eyes and she recognized him, and he her. Then, as the great torrent of cleansing rain fell on Gondor, SB collapsed and fell into a deep coma in Leoba’s arms, in a ditch, just outside the gates of Minas Tirith…<BR><BR><BR>Shortly afterwards, a squad of guards emerged and Lysandros ordered that SB be taken into the infirmary, stripped of his arms and tended to until he was awake and fit to be adjudged for the crimes he had committed while he served the Dark Tower.<BR><BR>And so it was that they took him to the infirmary. His mithril mail and his bow were taken, and he was stripped of raiment. But he was laid down with Neleg Amlug in his hand, for his grip could not be relaxed and none would dare touch the blade, neither his amulet for that matter. But once he was under Leoba’s care, she spoke into his ear and a peace fell over SB, and The Dragon Tooth fell to the floor, where it lay, until SB awoke. </i>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Wed Apr 10, 2002 11:20 am

Bane lay in the AML infirmary, with Leoba at his side, when Black Bardhywn duped her and attempted to steal the blade and amulet of SB.<BR>But she was foiled. <BR><BR>Lysandros had been growing increasingly angry, as well.<BR><BR>From AMMM/AML RP thread (10Apr02):<BR><BR><i>BiB's visit and attempt to steal SB's belongings caused obivous stress to the still-unconscious man. His peaceful, healing slumber is now often interrupted with nightmares and much tossing and turning. <BR><BR>Meanwhile, news of Dirk's fate reached the ears of Elrond's sons, who were visiting Imrahil in Dol Amroth. (Possibly planning a future sea-trip to follow their father.) Elladan and Elrohir raced to Minas Tirith to aid in the determining of SB's fate. It was, after all, the wise of Imladris who first learned the origins of Dirk. It was Elladan himself who brought Dirk to Esgaroth and placed him in the Golden Dragon under Drake's care. <BR><BR>When they arrived some days after the intrusion of Bardhwyn the Black, they were treated with honor, but they immediately wanted to see Dirk. Upon visiting him, they sought council with the wise of Gondor and the AML. Lysandros put up the staunchest defense, he wished to punish Dirk for his assaults on Bardhwyn and Princess Melika, and for conspiring with the enemy. </i><BR><BR>"Before he placed the ring on his finger, he'd committed no crime." argued Elrohir, "He was lost and angry, seeking for his place in the earth, and if the ring hadn't been given to him, eventually he would have come to the conclusion that he'd already found his rightful place, among you, and with his Lady." <BR><BR>"He may have even come to Imladris, had he found Carn-Dûm empty, to seek our counsel." added Elladan, "And we would have done all we could to steer him back upon the path he was on before learning of his heritage. But, as my brother says, he didn't need our help to find the right path, if it weren't for the ring. For his heart is pure, regardless if his father's downfall. For his mother was our cousin, a distant realtive of our father's brother, Elros, who chose mortality in Numenor. And his father, before being seduced by the power of Sauron, was also a great lord of Numenor."<BR><BR>"But what of the blade and the amulet?" Lys asked, his face twisted in confusion.<BR><BR>"They have great power, but without the ring, Dirk is more than strong enough to wield them well. 'Twas the ring that corrupted their use to Sauron's will in the last weeks."<BR><BR>Lysandros ended the short council by standing and saying, "Sons of Elrond, you have brought much wisdom to us. But deeds have been committed in the name of the Lord of Mordor that cannot go wholly unpunished. I must leave you now and ponder this 'ere he awakes."<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Out on the Pellenor, a great black stallion roamed free. Many tried to approach, but none could get near him, much less lay hands on the prized horse.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Tue Apr 16, 2002 6:59 am

Continuation of the above story:<BR><BR>From the AML/AMMM RP thread 12April2002:<BR><BR><i>Seven days after the storm had ended and nine after Lysandros and Bane had fought outside the gates of Minas Tirith, Dirk began to awaken.<BR><BR>Leoba had never left his side after the Bardhwyn incident. She had been there when the sons of Elrond visited. She ate and slept in her chair beside Dirk's bed. Juwel popped in several times a day, attending to Leoba as well as SB. <BR><BR>It was now noontime and Leoba had nodded off to sleep in her chair. Juwel entered the room with soup and fresh bread and a pot of tea.<BR><BR>She nearly dropped her tray again (she didn't, though that would be three times!) when she saw that SB's eyes were open and he was staring at Leoba lovingly. <BR></i><BR><BR>"Bless me!" flustered, she set down the tray and gently roused Leoba. "Leoba, look!"<BR><BR><i>The beautiful maiden from Ithilien woke slowly and her bleary eyes locked with SB's.<BR><BR>A single tear flowed from the raven-haired man's grey eyes.</i><BR><BR>Is it really you?<BR><BR><i>Leoba said nothing. She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. She could not speak, she only nodded in the afirmative to his question and held his hand tight. She dared not let her gaze stray from him, lest this miracle prove untrue.<BR><BR>Juwel kissed their clasped hands and ran out of the room to spread the news that he'd awakened.</i><BR><BR><b>Leoba's reply post:</b><BR><BR>Date Posted: Apr/12/2002 2:18 PM<BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>Leoba’s eyes filled with tears of joy and her heart felt full enough to burst. <BR><BR>With some difficulty, for he was still weak, SB stretched out his good hand and gently traced a finger across her face, where Leoba had dark smudges under her eyes from lack of sleep. He wanted to know what had happened since he could last remember. He wanted to ask her why she was there with him, after everything. He made as though he was about to say something. <BR><BR>“Hush. Don’t speak.” She laid a finger across his lips. “There’s no need, not yet.”<BR><BR>She just wanted to enjoy this moment, before all hell broke loose around them and their peaceful intimacy would be broken. <BR><BR><b>SB's next post 15 Apr</b><BR><BR><i>Over the next day, Dirk's color returned to normal and he was able to take solid foods. He was even able, with Leoba's assistance, to walk over to the window and gaze out. He could speak, though only in harsh tones and barely above a whisper, due to the newly-healed laceration on his throat. <BR><BR>He sat now in a well-padded chair beside the window and Leoba sat beside him. She had been ever at his side and now, in near silence, she attended to his recovery. Juwel, too, made several appearances, ensuring that the warrior lacked nothing. <BR><BR>The only conversation that took place that day consisted of SB, in his grating whisper, asking Juwel why she scrambled so to wait on him. She was overcome and couldn't answer. She only took up his left hand, still bandaged, and gingerly kissed where his index finger once was. Then she bolted out the door. Of course, she was back an hour later with wine and cheese and fruit for afternoon meal.</i><BR><BR>Juwel, though I don't remember any of it, from what I have been told, the hurt you have caused me was perfectly warranted. Indeed, it probably saved my life. For in that state, I surely deserved death, and there were those present who would have dealt it. So, do not grieve so. I hold you blameless. Indeed, I praise you for your bravery. And for saving my life, even if it is only for a few days with my love before my judgement.<BR><BR><i>At that moment, a messenger in the livery of the Citadel delivered a sealed note to Dirk. It read, </i><BR><BR> You are summoned to the council of the leaders of the Anti-Mordor<BR> League, tomorrow at noon, to hear judgement for your crimes against<BR> the good of Middle Earth. <BR><BR><i>Dirk did not read it aloud, he only lowered his head and handed the note to Leoba. The beautiful Gondorian maiden wept silently and pressed her face into her hands. Juwel took the note, read it and dashed off to speak with Lysandros. She had a mind to attend this council as an eyewitness - both to the fight before the gates and to SBs recovery. <BR><BR>Dirk took Leoba's chin in his right hand, raised it so that their eyes met:</i> <BR><BR>Worry not, Lysandros is a resonable and merciful man. And my mentors and childhood protectors, Elladan and Elrohir are here. Do not weep for me, all is not lost.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Tue Apr 16, 2002 7:22 am

<b>The defeat of Bane the Terrible, from The rescue in Moria, 16April2002:</b><BR><BR>The rescue in Moria is a separate RP, in which SB, as Bane, the terrible lord of Angmar, had corrupted Darin Bloodaxe and placed him upon the throne of Moria. Darin proceeded to rebuild it as an evil stronghold. But Darin's friends, and a coalition of elves, dwarves and men, attack the stronghold and defeat Bane, hoping to release Darin from his spell. (because it is a separate story, there are inconsistencies with the rest of Bane's history)<BR><BR>(reader: Because I copied and pasted other poster's work, the formats, i.e. italics and Bolding, are gone. Please read carefully.)<BR><BR> <BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR>Angmar's Heir, in Transition<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/12/2002 7:25 AM</u> <BR> <BR>Bane was near to the exit he sought, so he discharged his Troll escort and sent them to join the battle below. He tread a narrow path, on his left a smooth sheer rock wall that stretched to an unseen ceiling; and on his right, a sharp ledge and a precipitous drop into the abysmal depths.<BR><BR>Up ahead, he caught the sound of voices speaking Sindarin. He began to back up, he had explored his escape route extensively and knew several side-paths to the exit. Several steps later, the glow of torches and more elven voices were seen and heard around a corner. Bane was trapped and would have to fight... <BR> <BR><BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR>Angmar's Heir, in Transition<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/15/2002 1:28 PM</u> <BR> <BR>Bane unsheathed the Dragon's Tooth and took the best defensive position he could in the small space. His ring, amulet and blade were all lit with a hellish flame. His eyes flashed. The time was getting short and woe unto the first enemy that came unto him. <BR> <BR><u>Vanaladiel <BR>Beloved Lady of the Most Noble Knight TLA<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/15/2002 7:26 PM</u><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>As Bane stood waiting for the coming confrontation Vana, Liendle, her brother, LIinos and Friend were getting ever so much closer. <BR><BR>Vana came around a corner and there he was, he hissed with wrath as she moved closer with her blades drawn ready for battle.<BR><BR>"Bane you shall not win! You are going down and I will help to put you away!" the flame in her eyes was bright with the anger for all the destruction he had caused with her friends and those that he helped to kill.<BR><BR>Stealthily she moved forward towards Bane and he almost laughed at her for her arrogance, as he saw it. Her eyes never flinched nor did she ever take them off him as she moved.<BR><BR>Suddenly he swung his blade at her and they clashed blades. The shock threw Vana back a bit. But she charged again and swung and caught him on the arm. This continued for several minutes as the others were deciding their best course of action, though it seemed like an eternity. <BR><BR>Finally with one fell blow he knocked Vana against the wall and the blades from her hands. He stepped up with the vilest grin thinking he had finally rid himself of this elf warrior girl whom he saw as a insect to be squashed. As he raised his sword for one final blow........ <BR> <BR> <BR><BR><BR><BR><u>Liendle <BR>Elf Lady of Light<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/15/2002 7:37 PM</u><BR><BR>Dirk <BR>Cried Liendle's brother.And at the sound of that name, Bane wavered. For not only did the name call on the farthest corners of his mind...he recognized the voice - it was Glorfindel. Glorfindel seemed to grow larger, taller and he appeared to be made entirely of light.His glowing filled the entire chamber. The trolls and orcs that could still move shreiked and ran in dismay shielding their eyes. Bane and Glorfindel seemed to strive in a battle of wills beyond the understanding of all those present. Time stood still. There was no sound - no breath - no thought - only these two great powers vying for dominion. Then Glorfindels voice spoke<BR>You recieved Neleg Amlug from my hand Dirk, though Bane you have become. You will not raise it again against me or any of my house.Neleg Amlug leaped from Banes hand appearing as a red flame and fell into the abyss.<BR>Rage! Blind rage was all that Bane knew as the blade lept from his hand. He drew himself to his full height and his fury was terrifying to see. Glorfindel met his wrath with a steady, grim gaze<BR>You but gave me my own elf.Bane spat the word like poison<BR>You had no right to it - it was mine and it ever shall be.<BR>and Bane launched himself - malice incarnate - toward Glorfindel.<BR> <BR><BR><u>Vanaladiel <BR>Beloved Lady of the Most Noble Knight TLA<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/15/2002 8:05 PM</u> <BR> <BR>As Glorfindel held Banes gaze Vana recovered herself enough to reach up to her neck that felt hot. Realising the weapon she wore was reminding her it was there, she jumped up and grew in stature and the light grew around her. She threw off her cape to reveal the gem that shone with a brightness that blinded Bane as it grew in intensity.<BR><BR>Vana's voice changed and the power took over in the words that followed.<BR><BR>Power of Darkness<BR>Take your flight<BR><BR>Your grip no longer<BR>Black as night<BR><BR>Light replaces<BR>Thoughts of Gloom<BR><BR>Life returns<BR>To what was doom<BR><BR>Return things to <BR>The way they should be<BR><BR>BANE of ANGMAR<BR>Flee from me!<BR><BR>Suddenly Bane found himself weakened and blinded by the light that shone forth. He growled at the elf maiden for he recognised the power she wore. He cursed her and struggled to regain his strength, but it was not to be regained for the Silmaril had done its job to weaken the evil that was present. The gem continued to shine and Vana was engulfed again in the light of the power.<BR><BR>Friend was also present and in seeing the wavering of Bane she responded to the anger that grew within her. <BR> <BR><BR><u>Friend <BR>Ranger of the North<BR><BR>Date Posted: Apr/15/2002 8:21 PM</u><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>There before Vana stood Bane, clothed, as always, in black, tall and menacing, about to strike the final blow. A shadow veiled his face, but the glitter of his eyes reflecting from the torches still shone. <BR><BR>Glorfindel stepped up, and confronted Bane. ‘Dirk’, he called him. But why? Friend did not understand, but all thoughts of such were driven from her mind when Bane lunged at Liendle’s brother.<BR><BR>Light suddenly shone blinding, and when they looked up again, they saw Bane trying to regain his feet, plagued by this light that had weakened him, and Friend on the floor, ring shining a brilliant red, jumping to her feet. In the moment of the flash from Vana’s silmaril, Friend had knocked Bane aside, and now drew up to her full height, facing the sorcerer. She locked eyes with him, and her ring grew ever brighter, some unseen battle taking place between the two.<BR><BR>Pain! Pain suddenly shot through her body, almost unbearable, she nearly doubled over because of it. She did not cry out; she would not give Bane such pleasure. She struggled to keep her feet, to place herself as a blockade between the sorcerer and her companions. Through a haze of pain, she sensed Lineor running up to her, asking her desperately what was wrong. Bane stood still apart from the group, not closing the gap between them, smiling wickedly, concentrating upon his spell.<BR><BR>Lineor looked up at him, hatred suddenly shining in his eyes. <BR><BR>“You! You’re the one who turned Darin and Oneroversy and imprisoned Friend, you did this! Bane!” cried Lineor, leaping to his feet and drawing his sword. <BR><BR>Friend reached out a hand and stayed him. She was gritting her teeth in the effort to fight off Bane’s will, and her ring glowed brilliantly. With a sudden burst of light and a gasp from the shock of being released from the pain, Friend threw off the spell, and Bane took on the look of a predator when its prey suddenly decides to fight back. <BR><BR>She pushed Lineor back, and stumbled forward again, her hatred for what he had done to her and her companions suddenly flaring to its full force. She stood now, line of sight locked with Bane’s, gathering her strength now for some strong blow. For the first time, Bane sensed the power that was contained within her, and though it did not match his own, she was more powerful than he had ever guessed. Bane did not move, though he still held his feet. Vana’s silmaril was draining him, and Friend stood menacingly before him, and his only thought was that he needed to do something to save himself, and quick… <BR><BR><BR><u>oneroversy <BR>Shield Bearer<BR><BR>Date Posted: Apr/15/2002 8:53 PM</u><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>Oneroversy can see the comotion from the shadows she now called her home she now stands out of the shadows her face filled with a hatred as she now draws closer to the group she looks to vana and the others<BR><BR>a great pain could be seen as she now stands between Bane and friend,she could hear Bane in her mind" i am your friend they do not care for you..or darin... young elf dont throw all i have given u away!" she looks to friend her sword in hand<BR><BR>Get back elf you do not know the power of bane! she says charging at friend even then she hesitated as she looked upon the face of her friend.<BR><BR>I will not fight!friend cries as oneroversy stoped just a few feet away from her.<BR><BR>Oneroversy turns to face bane her eyes now blased,she throws her last dager strikeing him in the side he wobbles near the edge of the abyss,she turns smiles at the others before running at bane takeing him over the clif .<BR><BR><BR><BR>she kicks him away from her as they fall down deep ,she latches on to the wall as bane drops down in to the darkness"you detrayed me elf i will not forget easly" he screams in to her mind as the fall, she now hangs her hands bleeding from the sharp rocks the which she owed her life,as she looked up ,her blue eyes returning she see's friend looking down with her friends <BR> <BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR>Angmar's Heir, in Transition<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/16/2002 6:40 AM</u><BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>(OOC: Um.... you got me? What can I say to that? You guys kick butt. I have not seen a group of posts so tight and coherent yet in TORC. I am going to put it all in my history thread. Even if you did cheat. No fair using silmarils and bringing Glorfindel back from Valinor. I am just joking you guys came up with a creative and exciting way to deal with me. I am impressed. It is some of the most fun reading I've done here.)<BR><BR>IC:<BR><BR>From the depths of the bottomless abyss, one final chilling sound came: A deep, booming roar that caused the gathered Elves' and Dwarves' teeth to chatter and their hearts to quail. The sound signified Bane's frustration and defeat, but it was also report of his existence. <BR><BR>Though Bane had been defeated and severly weakened, he had not died and in the blackest places in the deepest holes of Middle Earth, he found again Neleg Amlug and took it up. For the sorcery of his father and his father's master was strong in him as long has he wore the ring of power, one of the Nine. <BR><BR>Bane also achieved another goal - escape. He'd escaped to hide and tend his wounds.<BR><BR>And plot his revenge.......
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Postby SmaugsBane » Wed Apr 17, 2002 6:34 am

<b>The Trial of SmaugsBane</b> <BR><BR>(AMMM vs. AML RP thread, 16Apr02 - ? )<BR><BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR>The Boldest Knight<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/16/2002 2:13 PM</u><BR> <BR>The next morning, Dirk and Leoba were in his room in the houses of the healing, he was sitting in the comfortable chair staring out the window and she was pacing the floor like a caged wolf.<BR><BR>The summons came in the form of a troop of armed guards sent to escort SB to the council. Leoba, too, was summoned as a witness.<BR><BR>With his eyes lowered, SB walked the halls of the white tower between the guards. Leoba, her gaze never wavering from Dirk, followed closely behind. <BR><BR>At length, the group had made it past the prying eyes of the citizens of Minas Tirith and entered the Great Hall in which Dirk was to be judged.<BR><BR>Gathered there, in tall-backed chairs arranged in a circle, were Lysandros, acting head of the AML and the Guard City in Denethor's stead, Elrond's sons - Elladan and Elrohir, Juwel, as a witness and the one who cut the ring from SB's fingers, along with several of the wise of Gondor, should their wisdom be needed in this matter. Leoba entered behind SB and took her seat next to Juwel. <BR><BR>Dirk was made to stand in the center of the circle, facing Lysandros, to whom he now bowed his head. Without movement, SB stood with his eyes downcast and awaited his judgement. Those who knew him before his fall into darkness and despair, now marvelled at the physical change in Dirk. He was thinner and paler than ever, and gone was the mirth from his eyes. Where a jolly, adventure-seeking giant of a boy once was, a brooding, dark, wizened man now stood.<BR><BR>The silence before Lysandros spoke was absolute. <BR> <BR> <BR><BR><BR><u>Lysandros <BR>Ranger of the North<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/16/2002 4:40 PM</u><BR> <BR>Lysandros spoke,<BR><BR>"Bane of Angmar, you stand here today to finally answer for your crimes, the most serious of which are renewing the realm of Carn-Dum in the north to the detriment of the King's Rule, consorting with the servants, great and small, of evil, and finally, of assailing the realm of the King with war. Of themselves such crimes demand death, however there are further grievances against you, of less import for the West perhaps, but no less vile. You have forsaken those that loved you, despised the aid of those who helped you, though you knew it not, and you scorned the friendship of all who knew you before you turned your path to darkness. <BR><BR>You plotted the ruin of all without gratitude for what they had given, you would wipe Dale, the city of your foster family whose only offense was to love you. You would make war on the king though he had not wronged you. You would destroy Imladris and those that dwell there, though their only crime was to deliver unto you what was your own. <BR><BR>Of your guilt, there is no question. We are not assembled here today to preside over a trial, nay. Your crimes are known by all. We are here to determine what punishment may be just to mete out upon you.<BR><BR>For my part I would say that death would be a far from unjust penalty. Ensnared perhaps you were. But to my mind it would not appear that you were reluctant to submit yourself to your birthright. Rather, you embraced it without regret and with perverted glee you installed yourself as ruler of Angmar, joyous in your corruption. We will, you and I, will hear today from others who are familiar with your tale. They may have a different perspective than I, though I pray that they too share my feeling that death perhaps is insufficient to answer for such crimes" <BR> <BR><BR> <BR><BR><BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR>The Boldest Knight<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/16/2002 6:02 PM</u><BR> <BR>SB did not move, nor show emotion at the hurtful words. Rather, in his heart, he began to prepare himself for his end. He knew Lysandros's words to be true. Of his guilt, there was no doubt; and death was indeed the just reward.<BR><BR>To Lys's left the tall sons of Elrond stood. Elladan looked upon SB not with disdain, but with compassion and spoke:<BR><BR>"My brother and I are here to speak on behalf of Imladris, which is named victim in this man's crimes. Anyone who knows the secret way to the Last Homely House, our father's house, indeed has been an honored guest there time and again, and yet forsakes, nay, plots the destruction of, that house indeed deserves to face the pennance of a traitor. <BR><BR>However, it was I who nurtured the babe that was brought to us out of the north. It was I who carried you to Esgaroth and placed you in the care of Drake. These events seem only days ago by elven timekeeping. Yet you have grown and changed. <BR><BR>Glorfindel saw a potential in you to do great deeds for the cause of righteousness, but only through great sorrow. We have decided that this may be what he foresaw."<BR><BR>Elladan turned to face Lysandros:<BR><BR>"So for our part, we would beg mercy. That this man may be given his life. But in return, we would see him swear fealty to the King and the King's friends, an oath only to be broken on pain of death.<BR><BR>This also we would counsel: <BR><BR>The ring he bore is gone forever. But the amulet of the Witch-King yet hangs about Dirk's neck. The amulet and the mantel it was meant to be borne with, which lies in safe-keeping under the watch of King Thranduil in Greenwood, should be destroyed also for ever."<BR><BR>With a bow of their heads, signifying that they were done with the testimony and re-took their seats. <BR><BR> <BR><BR><BR><BR><u>Juwel <BR>Shield Bearer<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/16/2002 6:22 PM</u><BR> <BR>Others recounted the hurts that Bane had committed; the words Dirk had spoken before leaving the White tower and how indeed he had seemed to openly embrace Darkness. Juwel chewed her lip, listening. Suddenly wise Denethor the leader of the council called upon her to speak. She gulped and stood on a chair so that all could hear her.<BR><BR>She recounted the events which led to the destruction of Dirk's ring and of her time spent with him in recovery; how he had seemed a changed man; so much more like the man she had gotten to know before there was ever word of his joining the black forces. <BR><BR>"I cannot lie; Dirk did have harsh words with Lys and Princess Melika before leaving; I remember him saying something about destiny and a curse. I must say his leaving was very hard on me. I thought he'd lost all his good sense, and perhaps that's just it. Perhaps there was a curse controlling him after all; I hear that I brought him back to the light with my little cut; that the ring was binding his soul to evil. I'm curious about this ring. I've seen curses inflicted on a few members of our league; like before I joined I met Oyarsa transformed into a wraith! She was not punished that I saw. Certainly her change was not of her choosing, but this ring--what if it was the curse, and came to him before we ever met him??? If he was under a spell from the beginning, I don't think it entirely right to punish him--at least not with death."<BR><BR><BR>She paused, thinking about Oyarsa, gone because of Bane's actions . . . possibly in a dark cell, being tortured, maybe even dead?? She couldn't even think that. Somehow, though, it seemed wrong to punish one death with another. There must be some way to make this right . . . . <BR><BR>"I met an Ent once, and he said we should never be hasty. Oyarsa is missing; so too are LT and PM. What if we were to let Dirk begin to pay his debt by assisting in a rescue? I'm just a small voice, but I must vote against death for him. I believe his heart is good. " <BR> <BR><BR> <BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR>The Boldest Knight<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/17/2002 6:26 AM</u><BR> <BR>SB continued to stand, unmoving, before the council. His eyes were ever trained upon the floor before him. <BR><BR>However, those who happened to have their gaze set upon the once-proud man, noticed that he swallowed hard, as if choking back tears, at Juwel's words. Especially, at the mention of LT and PM, whom he'd treated so poorly in the days leading up to his arrival here.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><u>Bardhwyn <BR>Bowmaker<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/17/2002 8:54 AM</u> <BR> <BR>Bardhwyn pushed open the door to the council chambers. The guards didn't interfer and allowed her to enter, smiling at her grim face, still bruised and healing. 'She will surely say her mind', they mumbled between themselves, 'and condemn the traitor.' <BR><BR>The doors silently closed behind her.<BR><BR>The Council stopped and all looked over to see the Dale woman standing defiantly before them. Bardhwyn bowed slightly to the wise and allowed her cold blue eyes to rest only momentarily on SB. She noted the change in him, but quickly looked away.<BR><BR>"Lysandros, I would like to speak my peace. I petition the Council to hear me."<BR><BR>A few silent looks and nods of assent passed between them and Lysandros agreed, motioning Bardhwyn to come forward. <BR><BR>"My Lords and Ladies. This man deserves death, tis true enough." A hush fell on the room. Bardhwyn swallowed hard, then continued on..<BR><BR>"Yes, he deserves death as did I once. As you all well know, I was regarded a traitor once, by His Majesty, the King of Dale yet he showed mercy to me and I was allowed to live. I had to travel a long and hard road to regain the love and trust of my kinsmen and it was a path I took up willingly. I do not regret a single step. I could not have completed that journey without the support of people who saw more in me than I saw in myself.<BR><BR>I did not come here today to say yae or nay regarding this man and his fate. Though, I am not without my opinion.," Bardhwyn's look fell hard on the prisoner, "I come to show there is always potential in a man or woman for Good; for are we not all, dark or light, the echoes of Eru's single voice?"<BR><BR>Bardhwyn looked around the room, from face to face.<BR><BR>"With that, M'Lords, I bid you good day."<BR><BR>Bardhwyn bowed again, turned and exited the room, biting her lip until it bled. She had choked out each word, knowing they were right, yet in her heart she struggled. She fled down the hall thinking of her father and three brothers... <BR> <BR><BR> <BR><BR><BR><u>SmaugsBane <BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/17/2002 9:08 AM</u> <BR> <BR>SB was getting more and more shaken by the words of those who had spoken for him. <BR><BR>Bardhwyn, for whose life he'd shown little regard days earlier, did not press the case for his execution. And she had once aimed an arrow at him for just potentially turning to the evil within him. <BR><BR>He dared not look at her. He knew that the signs of the hurts he'd inflicted were still visible on her face. <BR><BR>Again, he choked back the emotion welling up witin him and steeled himself for his sentencing.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><u>Leoba <BR>Lady of Ithilien<BR><BR>Date Posted: Apr/17/2002 10:50 AM</u><BR> <BR>As Bardhwyn finished speaking, the eyes of the council were turned on the young woman sitting to the right of Juwel. Leoba's face was pale and drawn; a sharp contrast against her vibrant eyes, which burned as flaming jewels. <BR><BR>Lysandros spoke to her: "And have you anything to add Leoba? You who have already begged for his life once. Will you do so convincingly again?" <BR><BR>She stood, one hand clutching the back of the neighbouring chair as with her fingers she twisted the ring on her right hand in a nervous gesture. She tried to find the right words, indeed, she had been thinking about what the right words might be for days. Yet still she found herself dredging the depths of her mind in the hunt for something which might offer hope. <BR><BR>"With regards to the charge that Dirk deserted his friends and those who love him, for my part he has my forgiveness. Although he broke trust with the AML and committed treason; as Juwel said, this man standing before you now is not in spirit the one who turned and fought against us. For all that is evil within him is equalled by good and I believe that the blood of his mother will win through in the end. Please give him the chance to redeem himself." <BR><BR>She pulled her gaze away from Lysandros' piercing one and instead focused on the calm visage of Elladan. <BR><BR>"Lord, some months ago in your presence, I swore my allegiance to Dirk. And in that oath I will not falter, even now. I truly believe that he was not acting under his own will. Indeed, you yourself said, before King Thranduil, Faramir and Lady Eowyn, that he was being seduced by an unnamed evil to reclaim the throne of Angmar." <BR><BR>Then, focusing on Lysandros once again: "I saw the change in him in the weeks that passed after he was told of his ancestry and given its tokens; his eyes bore witness to the struggle within his soul. I am certain that he did not go of his own free will. And I will pledge on my life that he will not voluntarily do harm to the forces and allies of Gondor." <BR><BR>As the last words tailed off and hung in the air for an age, Leoba inwardly knew that she had done a very foolish thing in speaking without thinking properly. She had criticised the judgement of the Elven Lord in telling SB of his past. And there was no way on earth that her life was precious enough to Dirk to offer any sort of acceptable guarantee to these stern lords. But she also knew, deep in the furthest recesses of her soul that without him her life would be worthless; she had little to lose. <BR><BR>She fell to her knees at the feet of Lysandros and kissed the hem of his robe. As she leant forward, the friendship amulet of Gil-Galad on the chain around her neck revealed itself and caught Dirk's eye. He had given her this at the very beginning of their friendship and she had ceased to bear it when all hope seemed forlorn; in the past week Leoba had taken to wearing it once more. <BR><BR>"I beg of you, in your wisdom, to heed the words of Juwel and Bardhwyn and of the Lords of Rivendell and to show mercy." <BR> <BR><BR><BR><u>Lysandros <BR>Ranger of the North<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/17/2002 11:07 AM</u> <BR> <BR>After Leoba spoke Lysandros glowered at the floor beneath his feet. He could feel the council vacillating on what should be clear. He wondered how people could show mercy on one who had none. The twain sons of Elrond especially! Half the blood in their veins was Noldor. What happened to the legendary wrath of that kind which had wreaked destruction unstinting in the old tales? <BR><BR>He looked up from the floor at the King, who sat upon a great chair on a small dais, a little outside the circle of the Council, listening n but not speaking. The King rose now, ready to pronounce his sentence for the traitor, to speak the final doom of Bane.<BR><BR>"Friends, if any wisdom was gained from our struggles with the Enemy it was that we learned "the wise cannot see all ends" and indeed mercy even where unwarranted may be the right path though it bring great sorrow. Corrupted Bane was, but uncorrupted he now is, for the present at least. It would not be just for us to compell one half of his nature to answer for the crimes of the other, grievous though they were. Here is our judgement. Let the counsel of Elladan and Elrohir prevail; let the black tokens be destroyed forever and this one be set free. But these bounds we set upon you Dirk. And woe will there be if you break them ever in what days remain to you. <BR><BR>An oath of fealty you must swear, to our hand to never again join in compact with the enemy, and to defend our realm against all who assail us. You will be free to move as you will but for this; no foot may you set unescorted by a friend of the King east of the River Anduin, nor north of Imladris on the west of the Misty Mountains. The only exception to this will be that you may traverse the River Anduin only north of the Forest Road of Mirkwood, so that you may visit Thranduil if you will, and your home of Esgaroth.<BR><BR>These restrictions will endure until such time as we deem fitting to release them. Now speak this oath after me!"<BR><BR>And Dirk spoke after the King, <BR><BR>"Here do I swear fealty and service to Gondor, and to the Lord and King of the realm, to speak and be silent, to do and to let be, to come and to go, in need or in plenty, in peace or war, in living or dying, from this hour henceforth, until my lord release me, or death take me, or the world end. So say I, Dirk son of Drake of Esgaroth."<BR><BR>And the King replied,<BR><BR>"And this do I hear, Elessar Telcontar, King of Gondor, and I will not forget it, nor fail to reward that which is given: fealty with love, valour with honour, oath-breaking with vengeance."<BR><BR>The King nodded in assent and a bell sounded, signalling the end of the Counsel Meeting. Lysandros left quickly, shooting a skeptical look at the King.<BR> <BR> <BR><BR><BR>SmaugsBane <BR>The Boldest Knight<BR> <BR>Date Posted: Apr/17/2002 12:32 PM<BR> <BR>At Leoba's words, Dirk's tears flowed without constraint. Of all his crimes, the pains he'd caused Leoba drove stakes through his heart. And now, to have her once again swear love to him in the face of a possible broken heart was enough to destroy his attempts at showing a stoic countenance to the council.<BR><BR>When he caught sight of her amulet, his eyes closed and it took all of his will to restrain himself from falling prostrate and weeping like the newly-widowed wife of a war veteran. <BR><BR>When she stood and returned to her seat, he could not bear to look at her. But she saw his tears, and knew he loved her still with all is heart. <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Then Ellesar spoke, Dirk knelt and bowed his head, for he was sure that his death was about to be announced. But it wasn't. <BR><BR>Infact in that moment, Dirk's life started anew. He was reborn. And as his craggy whisper repeated the King's words, his heart lightened and though he did not smile, for that would be imprudent, he was full of joy.<BR><BR><BR><BR>Now that the king and Lysandros had exited, the Sons of Elrond bade Dirk stand. Thay approached him and he removed the Eye of Ancalagon and relinquished it to them to be destroyed. Then they embraced and invited SB to Imladris to share his experiences, so that his failures could be added to the lore of the Eldar and be taught so that future generations of men may avoid the same mistakes.<BR><BR>Dirk then embraced Juwel and then Leoba, and hand-in-hand the three exited chamber.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Some days later, Dirk heard the rumours of the Black Stallion that could not be caught nor tamed and went out onto the plains and retrieved Midnight. He was glad to see his steed and saw that he was given a place of honor in the stables of Minas Tirith. Among his belongings that were still strapped to the horse were his Mirkwood bow and quiver of arrows. And many objects of gold and silver he'd taken from Carn-Dûm. The gold and silver he gave to the coffers of Gondor's poorhouses and orphanages. But a few special bundles he kept to give to some special people. <BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>After about a month went by, SB, who now wore only a well-tailored black linen shirt over his mithril mail, (he'd burned the leather jerkin Khamul's Shadow had given him and Lysandros had slashed) was walking with Leoba in a garden near the houses of the healing. Of a sudden, a blinding flash of white light came from Dirk's side and he was thrown to the ground. <BR><BR>In that moment, the amulet and the mantel of the witch-king had been destroyed utterly and Neleg Amlug was changed forever. <BR><BR>It now appeared as an ordinary sword of blackened steel with a small ruby set in its large pommel. Gone was its lustrous silver appearance, its ability to change sizes and its "life." That spirit which spoke to SB and warned him of impending doom, and the poison that caused any who touched it to fall ill with the Black Breath. For this spirit was that of his father, the Witch-King of Angmar, of whom the last vestiges of his existence had now been banished into the void. <BR><BR>As SB would find out in future battles, the sword now vibrated slightly at the approach of the servants of Melkor and their ilk, it was quite unbreakable, and it's wounds could only be healed by the hands of a man, elf, of dwarf or noble birth. <BR>
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Postby Liendle » Wed Apr 17, 2002 6:53 am

I just wanted to say...I like you better in blue. It's so much more becoming to you than the black <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Liendle
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Postby Maldeloth » Wed Apr 17, 2002 7:12 am

you have a great imagination!! really<BR>you should be a writer!<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Wed Apr 17, 2002 7:23 am

Thank you - on both counts. <BR><BR>I don't know about the "being a writer" although it has come up more than once. I can assure you I will keep writing, because I enjoy it. <BR><BR>Even though I am back to my old "blue" alliance, as you can see from the pic, SB is still very much wearing black.
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Postby Leoba » Wed Apr 17, 2002 2:03 pm

<i>SB is still very much wearing black</i> - and very good he looks in it as well.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>
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Postby anya_Skywalker » Fri May 03, 2002 7:13 am

<i>There is also a knife scar from ear to ear across SB's throat, <b>courtesy</b> of <b>Anya_Skywalker</b>.<BR><BR>Whoo-hoo, I'm famous! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><BR><BR>You've been doing a great job, SB. I tip off my hat to you and your will to keep everything as straight as possible. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Fri May 03, 2002 7:52 am

thank you, Anya. It isn't easy to try and have your character be coherent across everything he is involved in. I am glad you noticed. I must be doing something right.<BR><BR><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>
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Postby Morisiliel » Fri May 03, 2002 8:48 pm

so, i'm sure someone has already asked, but would that be SmaugsBane in your sig?<BR>~MV
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Postby SmaugsBane » Wed May 08, 2002 10:33 am

It is a picture I found closest to what my mind's eye imagines him to look like.
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Postby Morisiliel » Wed May 08, 2002 5:41 pm

cool. it's very interesting.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Fri May 17, 2002 7:06 am

Date Posted: May/16/2002 6:53 AM, Merry Bowmen of Dale. Dor-Dormoi, capital city of Dorwinnion.<BR><BR><BR><BR>"Master....um, er...I've forgotten your name...." <i>the smithy clumsily greeted the Dark Knight.</i><BR><BR>"I didn't give it to you. You may call me SB. Have you filled my order?"<BR><BR><i>It was midmorning and the streets of Dor-Dormoi were bustling. The tall Numenorean and the blacksmith stood in the threshold of his shop. Grechos invited dirk inside.</i><BR><BR>"You are early Master SB. I thought I had until an hour before sundown." <i>said the portly, aproned man.</i><BR><BR>"I know, and you still do, I just thought to stop and check on your progress while I was on my way to other business."<BR><BR><i>Dirk drew many stares from Grechos' many apprentices as they made their way to a workbench deep inside the shop, SB had to duck so as not to hit his head on the low rafters. Upon the bench were two throwing knive made entirely of blackened steel. The only glint of bare metal were the razor-sharp edges. SB lifted one of the knives to inspect it and feel its perfectly-balanced weight.</i><BR><BR>"These two are part of your order," <i>the smith explained, </i>"two more are being forged as we speak. I did the final shaping and the sharpening. I figured by the look of you that black would suit you."<BR><BR>"And so it does." <i>SB turned and threw the knife. It struck a wooden pillar, dead center and head-high to the nearest apprentice, a mere foot away. </i> "They are nice."<BR><BR><i>The smith spoke up.</i>"I also guessed that stealth is important to you, so I had this made for you."<BR><BR><i>He lifted a rag, exposing a black leather Baldric. It had a frog in place at the hip and another on the back for Neleg Amlug's scabbard, as well as four cleverly-designed inverted sheathes for the throwing knives at the back.<BR><BR>SB placed the two completed knives into their homes, where they were held in by an ingenious mechanism. He then removed his swordbelt and cloak, and slipped on the baldric, placing the Dragon Tooth in it's hip position. After donning his cloak, he reached around to the small of his back and found the knive's handles perfectly placed where he could reach them. </i><BR><BR>"You have done excellent work, Grechos." <i>Dirk placed a small lambskin purse on the bench, it held 50 gold coins, and began to stride towards the door.</i> "I'll return at the appointed time for the other two knives."<BR><BR><i>The master craftsman inspected the purse and with astonishment,</i> "Master SB, you have already paid me for this work tenfold, you needn't..." <i>Dirk raised his finger to his lips, quieting the smith.</i> "At least let me make you some fine armour, a warrior such as your self should go about unprotected like you are."<BR><BR>"All is not as it seems, my friend Grechos. I won't require anything else of you at this time. Please see that my friends are taken care of." <i>SB then exited the shop, mounted Midnight and spurred him on in the direction of the waterfront.</i>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Tue Jun 04, 2002 11:06 am

From the Merry Bowmen. Date Posted: May/17/2002 2:51 PM<BR><BR><BR><BR><i>Midnight carried SB beyond the port of Dor-Dormoi, beyond the city walls and south along the shore of the Great inland Sea. About half a league south of the city, SB reined in the Black Stallion and dismounted on a secluded beach. The smooth sand started where the waters quietly lapped upon the shore and terminated in dunes some thirty meters inland. <BR><BR>SB stripped his mount of saddle and bridle and let him run free on the beach. He found a scrub tree upon the dunes and set the tack under it in a neat pile. The Dark Numenorean Knight removed his shirts and boots and left them with the saddle.<BR><BR>Dirk walked out to the edge of the water and sat himself down. The silence was only broken by the sound of the wind, the water, and the Stallion frolicking in the surf. Dirk espied Midnight some way of down the beach stamping and biting at the waves. “Still a colt in his mind,” he mused. Closing his eyes, SB sat in a meditative state, the warm sun on his tattooed back contributed to his relaxation. <BR><BR>After more than an hour, Dirk roused himself, drank from his waterskin and retrieved Neleg Amlug. Returning to the flat beach, the Dark Warrior began to whirl and twist rhythmically with the blade. Both fluid and powerful, SB’s sword drills emphasized agility and smoothness above brute force. The afternoon sun reached its hottest point and SB’s progression began to gain in speed. As the intensity built, Dirk’s breathing stayed controlled and his heart rate regulated. The sweat ran in rivulets, pouring over muscle and sinew, tracing the scars and the black lines of the dragon tattoo at his back, until they are flung off of his body by the quickening kinetic movements. SB’s concentration on the exercise intensified, and with the increased focus, he began to detach himself from Dor-Dormoi and its political disarray.</i>
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Postby PrincessMelika » Thu Jun 20, 2002 5:29 pm

Hey SB, you going to add any more to this novel of yours? <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> This is some fine writing in here. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Fri Jun 21, 2002 8:27 am

Possibly. I haven't really written any posts that offer any new insights into the character lately.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Fri Jun 21, 2002 8:31 am

Possibly. I haven't really written any posts that offer any new insights into the character lately.
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Postby SmaugsBane » Tue Jul 02, 2002 9:49 am

Being that I am reading the UT currently. I have elaborated on the Numenorean heritage of SB in the first post. (If anyone is following this character's development.)
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Postby PrincessMelika » Tue Jul 02, 2002 9:55 am

[begin English teaching-fellow rant]Minor detail: "gened of the mane" I presume you mean "genes of the man" Sorry to be so nitpicky, but "mane" might confuse those whom English is not a primary language. There's somewhat of a difference between a "mane" and a "man". <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>[/end English teaching-fellow rant] *takes deep breath* Ok, I'm calm... <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>Otherwise, the description looks real good, SB. I just bought UT myself, but am holding off reading it until I finish Sil. <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby SmaugsBane » Tue Jul 02, 2002 12:28 pm

Typos corrected. Please excuse.
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