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Postby the~one~elf » Mon Mar 31, 2003 2:39 pm

Cries rang through the camp as Galadwen raised her sword, a smile passing across her face. The old man started to weep in fright. Galadwen started sweeping the sword through the air madly, but Gulthrak grabbed her wrist. She tried to escape the steely vice, but could not. "No Galadwen." A sigh of relief passed over the group of prisinors. Finally, a voice of reason. Gulthrak pointed with his other hand at a spot in the middle of the man's chest. "If you mutilate the victim, I cannot use it. Remember what we talked about?"<BR><BR> Galadwen nodded slightly, biting her lip. "One quick motion, no mutilation." Gulthrak spake as he backed away, releasing her. The old man started praying franticly, tears falling into his mouth. Galadwen shook her head and shoved the sword through his chest, pulling it back out quickly. She nodded to the orcs, who let the now dead man fall to the ground. She sighed in discontent, gazing at the small gash in his chest. <i>Not much blood...not much fun at all.</i> She looked at Gulthrak, pouting. He laughed.<BR><BR> "Once you get to Mordor You can torture some elves." He smirked at the prisoners, who were gaping with disbelief. Galadwen glared at them. "Well, it will still take two more days to get to mordor, seeing as these fools are slowing me down!" She looked sharply over towards Gulthrak. "Go to sleep now. I want to think." She sat at the trunk of a large tree, glaring at the prisoners. "them too, imbeciles!" <i>How could they not get that? I want to be alone!</i>She kicked at the earth, grass flew through the air.<BR><BR> ~~~~~~~~~~~back in mordor~~~~~~~~~~~~`<BR><BR> Deyowyn paced the large empty room, listening to the rain outside. "Where is it?!?!" He shouted. Every being within earshot trembled, two orcs staggered in carrying a large, lush throne. "There." He pointed beside his own, watching them set it down. <i>Now my darling daughter may sit beside me. How I do miss her.</i> He sighed, sitting in his own throne. His gaze darted to the nearest servant. "Any more news on my daughter?" He demanded.<BR><BR> The lowly orc came before him. "No, My lord. We don't know yet, one of my soldiers will come soon with fresh news." The lord shot a look in his direction, causing the captian to stagger back. Deowyn sat erect on his throne, tapping his fingers on the side impatiently.<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~back at the camp~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR> Galadwen rose from her position, stretching. She was decided. She strode over to her tent, heedless of the sleeping figures of orcs. <i>and they call themselves guards?</i> she scoffed silently. <i>All the better, I suppose.</i> She broke into the tent. Gulthrak was waiting for her. "finished thinking, lady?" he asked. She made a contempt noise, giving him a frown. "We are leaving." She replied. He stood up. "Now?"<BR><BR> She sighed, exasperated. "No, you fool, next week, of course now! Pack my things." Gulthrak started to pack. "Would you care to share the reason?" She sat down. "If you wish. I think that those wenches are coveting my pendant, as you said last night. They are jealous! I think they want to keep me from my father, and I simply will not allow that. So we are leaving. Without them. We should get to father sooner, also." She faded into a faroff look, as though not completely inside her body. "Father and I will rule middle earth together from our thrones in Mordor. He always used to speak of being a king, and I his princess. Or queen, rather, as I would have more power than a princess.<BR> "and in the stories he told me to get me to sleep without awful nightmares of mother, he would speak of great palaces and feasts, and balls. No worries, if some lowly being were to upset me, they would be destroyed."<BR> <BR> She snapped her head, seemingly dropping back into reality. A luminous smile filled her face and lit up her eyes. "That is how it will be, father and I." She walked out of the tent, Gulthrak at her heels. They mounted their horses, riding off silently.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby Aranel_Nilhuanwen » Mon Mar 31, 2003 4:56 pm

<BR><i>They had been taken and as hard as Aranel tried to fight off the oncoming orcs, she was too weak. They had overpowered her like the others, and they took her sword. It was not long after that the company learned of Galadwen's treachery...<BR><BR>Aranel kept recalling the past days. Her mind was in a constant state of thought. Her brow seemed to scowl, and while it looked like revenge was upon her face it was not. She merely thought and pondered, "What is going to happen to the world when she reaches Mordor?" It was only when she saw the butchered body of Nymoue, that her brow lifted and her face turned to pity. It seemed like sleep fell thickly upon her that night, she had not heard a sound. Then as her mind began to wander she found the same hazy gaze on her face.<BR><BR>The company road on, for two days, and while it gave Aranel much joy to be allowed to ride her own horse she still had much grief. She had begun to tire and not only that, Nárie was exhausted. Yet to this experience Aranel found something that she had forgotten. She had always been one of hiding extra items. Often times these were daggers. This practice had been alive since Aranel was a small child, or so she heard. It had all started with the death of her mother. Although, there were many rumors about how it happened Aranel always though it was because in her mother’s time of need, her sword had left her fingers. Thus leaving her defenseless. So from that time on she always carried a ridicules number of knives and daggers. And it seemed like her years of planning paid off. The orcs found two daggers, one on her belt and one in her boot yet they did not check her saddle and failed to check her clothing for any other objects.<BR><BR>While ridding, Aranel found the dagger in the saddle and inconspicuously stuck it in the side of her dress. The other dagger was hidden out of view on her upper thigh, inside her dress. (no one said they were easy access).<BR><BR>Finally, the strange man called the company to halt and make camp. The troop slid off their horses and went to work. After a while, the whole camp was brought to an area. There, Galadwen would spill the blood of innocent men. It was then brought to the girls’ awareness that they had to stop Galadwen. She had become dangerous and, even, more sinister in her ways. Her lust for blood seemed un-earthly and the thought re-entered her mind, "What is going to happen to the world when she reaches Mordor?" Yet there was no time to think, the prisoners were led back to their tent and ordered to go to sleep. Later that night the group would have a talk.</i>
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Postby Astalder » Mon Mar 31, 2003 9:11 pm

Cain crept softly in the wilderness, the air around him stiff and filled with life. The darkness fell quickly upon them in that part of the land. Around him was near silence. Only the slight clinking sounds of his maile lined cloak, and his armour as it clanked softly. The still air around him, the normal animals that should be making noise fearing his presence. He had seen the elves slaughtered like sheep; he had not got involved, for it was pointless, why die when death was assured? Cain was a now the last surviving member of his guild, The Brotherhood of the Wolf. With the last dieing breath of their leader and surrogate father, he had been given this last quest. He had this last final mission as a Brother of the Wolf, it was specific, and he would go to the ends of Arda to get it done. <BR><BR>He looked over a ridge, looking at his prey that he had been tracking, five Uruks hauling an old man to his death. Behind him a twig snapped. Cain whirled around, quickly drawing sword. The setting sun faintly gleamed off of the bright metal making it appear as if it was on fire. A muffled growl came, Cain locked onto where the sound was coming from. Its loud ironshod footsteps sounded like thunder at a distance. norting and growling it walked towards him on bowed legs, a crescent topped helm adorned its head, coming down over the mouth. An Uruk-Hai. One of the same creatures that had taken part in slaughtering the Elves, the Great Orc had not yet sensed him. The foul smell that only an Orc could posess pervaded his senses as it came downwind. As the Orc passed it snorted in puzzlement, giving a curse in black speech. <BR><BR> The Orc sensed something, its muscles tensed. Sensory and strength three times superior to any mere man, Gêlfrad could sense a presence, but could not figure out from where it came from. A smell touched his hypersensitive nostrils; a breath of man came from behind. Startled Gêlfrad gave a loud growl. Attempting to draw his weapon and turn to face his opponent, too late. In a gout of dark blood the sword passed cleanly through the creatures thickly muscled neck, and for a moment, the creatures head seemed to float upon the column of dark blood.<BR> <BR> From behind the Orc, Cain winced slightly as the smell of the Orc hit him. The foul stench seemed to come as if from the very pit of Mordor, he should know after all. Cain listened for the sounds of others, but heard none; he was safe for now. Soon he would let them know the hunt was on. <BR><BR>Again he climbed to the hill, the old man was armed, so was the She-Elf he sought. Another part of his mission lay with her. The She-Elf raised her sword as if to strike. A loud commanding voice rang across rang across the land. “No Galadwen!” Just then the wind picked up, cutting off the rest, but more was said. The Elf looked at the commander, nodded in understanding, and to the horror of the mans fellow prisoners, the sword flashed quickly in and out of the mans chest. He collapsed and was gone before he even had a chance to cry out.<BR>====================================<BR>Finally Cain’s patience paid off. He had kept his position all through the day, and now he saw what he had expected. Gûl'thrak and the She-Elf, rode off silently into the night. He gave a low soft whistle and his loyal horse and took off in the direction of his loyal horse, Fravashis. Mounting the great stallion, he took off in the direction that they had left. Mentally he gave a prayer to Oromë, the tamer of beasts, the huntsman, and most important of all to Cain, his wrath in battle.
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Postby *Sadrien*Elvenhalf* » Tue Apr 01, 2003 1:21 pm

For quite some time now, the host had been riding. The elven women's horses were tiring, and the elves hadn't the heart (nor the whim) to urge them faster. To spite them, Gulthrak had dis-mounted and was running along side the riders, stopping at each one to taunt and tease. Aranel and Thal ignored him, Aloen had glared at him so hard, he lost some of his nerve and headed up over to Sadrien.<BR><BR>"Pitiful." He sighed. "I can run faster than those so called elven horses. Supposedly they can run as fast as the wind. Pah!" Sadi acknowledged him by turing her blue-eyed gaze on him. He grinned. She wasn't glaring, she just looked tired. He carried on.<BR>"I also find it amazing how easily you girls were captured. Throngs of elderly peasants have proved more challenge than you so called warriors."<BR>Now Sage changed the intensity of her stare. It was now a warning glance. He laughed. A sickly, evil laugh that ended in harsh wheezes. "Stupid half-elf" That was the last straw...<BR><BR>WHAM!<BR><BR>Before he could realize what had happened, Sadi had removed her foot from the stirrup and kicked Gulthrak in the face. Sage smiled, she now felt much better. When he recovered himself, Gulthrak cursed at her and pulled out a knife, ready to strike. She leaned over and gazed straight into his clouded blue eyes. "Oh, so I got to you did I? Not a bad move for a stupid half-elf huh?" He snarled and moved to stab her leg, but her words caught him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you!"<BR><BR>He sniffed, "And why not?"<BR>She replied cooly, "Galadwen's father would not be pleased."<BR>He hacked out a cold laugh. "Ha! It would please him to see your corpse laid out in front of him! He has no care for you!"<BR><BR>"Not for ME.." She leaned up to look forward. Gulthrak wasn't pleased with her reply. She had meant something else by it, but he couldn't figure it out. He hissed and ran ahead of her.<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>With a thump, the old man's body fell to the ground. Sadrien leaned over to her comrades, and spoke, loudly enough for them to hear, but softly enough so that Gulthrak and Galadwen could not. <BR><BR>"It's sad. He teaches her to kill, but to kill what? Old, defenseless beggers that are held motionless by strong orcs."<BR><BR>She shook her head in disbelief, but on the inside, she was relieved. If Galadwen was not training against any real warriors, then if the female warriors ever had a chance to overpower her, it could be accomplished with ease. Just keep and eye out for that fancy, heart-stabbing manuever Gulthrak had taught her, and they would have her.<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<BR><BR>Galadwen had thrown a royal fit, and the girls had been thrown into their tent to sleep. 12 orc guards surrounded their tent and the rest where making ready for sleep or taking place at their watch posts.<BR><BR>Close to two hours had passed, and Sadrien had used this time to sleep lightly. When all was quiet, Sadrien sat up and cleared her throat. The other three took the signal and sat up aswell, making a small huddle. They kept their voices low and spoke in elvish, just in case any orcs were eavesdropping.<BR><BR>"Alright," Aloen began, "This is it. We have to get out of here tonight. It wont be long before Gulthrak decides to put us up for Galadwen's kill targets."<BR><BR>"There are 12 orcs guarding our tent. My guess is there are 10-20 that have been ordered to guard the camp. Perhaps 5 or so are guarding Gulthrak and Galadwen. The rest are asleep by now." Thal helped out.<BR><BR>Aranel laid out some plans and each of their possible out comes. "Ok, if we try to escape, we'll be up against 12 orcs. There's no way on earth to kill them all without causing a racket. Galadwen and Gulthrak's tents are too close, and there are too many orcs. They would hear and then all choas will be unleashed. Now, spin reality. Suppose we do manadge to kill them without waking any others. Would we capture Galadwen and Gulthrak, or let them sleep and set a trap for them further down the road?"<BR><BR>Sadrien opened her mouth to speak, but closed it abruptly at some new sounds coming from outside. The group went silent, every ear honed in on the noises. Footsteps...it was Gulthrak. He favored his right leg when he walked so one footstep would sound louder than the other. Galadwen could be heard whispering. She, however made no sound when walking, being an elf. Some horses neighed and were quickly silenced. Then, within a few minutes time, the horses could be heard taking off. The sound of their hooves becoming fainter and fainter. The four exchanged suprised and questioning glances. Thal whispered, "Are they gone?"<BR><BR>Aranel replied, "Well, <i>someone</i> is. Do you think that Galadwen and Gulthrak have fled?"<BR><BR>Aloen wondered aloud, "But why would they leave? Surely Galadwen would know better than to leave the four of us alive. She should know that we could follow her."<BR><BR>"Maybe she thinks she could make it to Mordor before we catch her." Thal offered.<BR><BR>"But are we sure it was even them?" Aranel asked softly.<BR><BR>"There's only one way to find out." The other three turned to look at the speaker, Sadrien.<BR><BR>"We can't go out there! Our WEAPONS are out there! What're we going to do? You're asking we four- light-weighted elves- try to over-power huge, armed orcs? And they WANT to kill us!" Thal responded.<BR><BR>Sadrien grinned. "I wouldn't say we were unarmed.." She smiled at Aranel. Taking her cue, Aranel began to draw out her hidden knives. Sadrien did the same. She shrugged to Thal. Aloen had two sleeve knives which she took out from their hiding places. The three looked to Thal, glanced at each other, and then Aranel tossed Thal an extra knife.<BR><BR>Thal caught the knife with good skill and sighed, "Ok, so now we're armed. But is this the official plan?"<BR><BR>The three looked to Aloen, and she shrugged. "That's right. Unless you ladies would like to catch a few more hours of beauty sleep." She grinned as she spoke the last line.<BR><BR>Though they had been tired earlier, the girls could feel a new rush of energy flowing throw their veins. The were becoming more awake, they were no longer sore or stiff. And they were more than ready to kill themselves some orc.
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Postby Astalder » Tue Apr 01, 2003 11:14 pm

As Cain reached his horse he stared into the large glaring, fire red eyes, realizing he had a decision before him. He could either go after Galadwen and Gûl'thrak, or he could choose the option he personally liked least but seemed the more necessary evil every moment, try and rescue the captured men and elves. He could not pursue them both and hope to succeed properly. It seemed logical that they would team up with stronger and smarter companions. So he would need help. That meant somehow he would have to mount a rescue operation, against formidable odds. Yet from experience he knew it could be done. <BR><BR> As he mounted the horse Cain sensed within the darkness around him a tension in the stallion, not the fear of conflict, but the anticipation of it. Reaching behind his saddle he grabbed his bow and strung it. Nearly taking 100 pounds of strength to pull it back with certain arrows it could puncture the thickest armour, or slice through bare flesh with ease. Grabbing his arrows he placed a long strip of cloth just before the arrow tips. When caught on fire these clothes would burn extremely hot for a couple of seconds. All while he rode, his horse had a remarkably steady gate, even so, Cain could sensed the beasts bloodlust. <BR><BR>Cain stopped just shy of the campsite, on the ridge opposite of where he had been before. He had had to circle around, it was a steeper climb up this side and he would need every advantage possible. Silently he crept down the hill, taking from his belt a spool of dark thread. It was actually a kind of tiny metallic sawtoothed thread. Cain strung it around some of the trees until the small spool was depleted. Then he crept back up to his weaponry that he would use in this engagement. Then finally ready he raised his bow; striking the flint, he igniting the arrows. Immediately the surrounding area was bathed with light. He could, even with the distance, see the fire glinting off some of the Uruks eyes. Letting loose his arrows he fired them with deadly precision. Out of the twenty arrows he loosed, 3 struck tents setting them aflame, 14 downed Orcs, two glanced of armour, and one missed entirely. By the time he had loosed the last arrow, the Orcs had unleashed a barbaric roar into the night air and charged up the steep hill to meet him, their foe. Drawing his sword in his right hand, as well as the knuckled dagger im his left, he readied himself for his charge, just a couple more seconds were needed, silently, he prayed to the Valar for victory in the upcoming battle. Many of the Orcs became entangled in the string, some slicing into bone, others tripping as it hit the armoured greaves. Giving his own battle cry Cain raced down to meet the oncoming Orcs. <BR><BR>Within moments he reached them, striking the first, then he was in their midst. Like an enraged dancer he struck, weaved, and dodged within the group of Orcs. His sword, though heavy flashed as quick as lightning. An Orc leapt at him, Cain sidestepped, his sword catching the Orcs throat. Another lunged, axe swinging, deflect, and a long stroke that cut cleanly through the neck took out this one. One Orc dodged his next thrust, kicking the Orc’s in the chest, with a snarl it toppled over; sword swinging it caught the Orcs femur in midair. Cain felt the sword as it grated against the bone. Yet another Orc came on his left, lashing out he caught him with the knuckled side crushing the creature’s windpipe, then just to make sure he drew the dagger left opening a spewing red smile across the Uruks throat. But even as Cain effectively dispatched the Orcs, he was losing his advantage fast. He was surrounded and the Orcs pressed the advantage. He felt a powerful thrust catch his heavy maile cloak and heard some of the links break. From the other side a spear drove into him, slicing through the links and glancing off his breastplate and into the back of his forearm. He felt it cut deep and knew it was a serious injury. In six minutes he would succumb to shock, or blood lose, or both. While fending off another attack he gave a shrill whistle, and hoped he had given the prisoners enough to help them escape by drawing off a good chunk of the guards. <BR><BR> Ducking a wild swing and thrust upward between the Orcs breastplate and flesh, he heard the hoof beats thundering towards him. The Orc in front of Cain whirled around to face his death full in the face. Trampled underneath Fravashis’s massive hooves Cain saw a hoof crush the Orc’s face in. As the horse rushed past him, Cain leapt, grabbing the saddle horn. Using his momentum he landed hard on the saddle, just as he felt a tugging sensation as a blade contacted his cloak. Fravashis plowed through another two Orcs and they were gone. They raced through the wild until Cain started to feel faint; the lack of blood was catching up. <BR><BR> Pulling back on the reigns, Fravashis slowed and then stopped stopped, rage still wanting to carry if forward. Cain dismounted, feeling light headed. Shrugging off his cloak he looked at his arm, the sleeve was soaked with what could only be blood. He saw the long tear in the sleeve. Pulling it back he saw the cut, deep and oozing. Tearing out a packet from his belt he emptied a packet of herbs into it, closing his eyes to sudden flash of intense pain. Taking a cloth from his belt he tied it around his arm, hoping to staunch the flow of blood. His job for tonight was not yet finished; we would silently wander the woods near the Orc encampment searching for the elves, which had hopefully escaped. His strength seemed to be drained, but deep down, Cain knew he could continue. Taking a flask from his belt, he took a swig of Orc draught. The liquid burned his throat as it coursed its way down. Cain grimaced at the horrid taste, but immediately he could feel the strength return to his body. Then mounting Fravashis, he headed off once again in the direction of his camp. <BR>
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Postby the~one~elf » Wed Apr 02, 2003 3:59 pm

Galadwen put her hand to her throat, intaking breath sharply. Mordor lay merely sixty more miles ahead of them. One more day and they would be within the gates, and she would be with dear father. Gulthrak turned to her, and breathed out shakily. They couldn't be there! Not yet, there was still so much work to be done on her! "Galadwen...I must tell you something." Galadwen turned to him with a smile, still thinking of her father and her kingdom to be. "What is it?" She had stars dancing in her eyes, once again far away from middle earth, or perhaps just in Mordor.<BR><BR> "Galadwen, do you know the power of that trinket you posess? I mean it's full potential?" She simply laughed, a clear sweet laugh, hardly befitting her evil soul. "Why, Gulthrak, how would I? I have no mind for such things, only of giveing it to my father!" Gulthrak sighed. This would be harder than he had first thought. "Galadwen...I must tell you something, perhaps then you will understand.<BR><BR> "You father, Galadwen...I do not intend to hurt you by telling you this, but you must know. He sent me here to bring you to Mordor, to your doom. He does not wish to make you queen. his only wish is to get the pendant safely into Mordor." Galadwen stared at Gulthrak in bewilderment, tears forming in her eyes. "You are lying! Please tell me you are lying!" Gulthrak simply shook his head sadly, though his eyes did not hold pain, Galadwen did not notice. "I was put under the power of the pendant long ago, but did not until now realize that that power was no longer your father's. Come Galadwen, Make him pay for the torment he has caused! I have trained you in killing only for one reason, you know. This will be your largest victory yet! We shall rule middle earth together, you and I."<BR><BR> Galadwen simply shook her head, tears running down her face. "But...father..he's-""Not himself." Gulthrak cut in. "His spirit was taken with his original form and replaced with one anew. Your 'father' doesn't love you. He told me that once he had the pendant he would torture you to death. He believes that you have taken it away from him and that you must pay for causing strife and torment for him." Galadwen's eyes dried quickly and she narrowed them. "WHAT!?" She shook all over with agony and anger. "So...he is not my father...HE IS NOTHING BUT AN INTRUDER!" She fingered the pendant, smiling faintly. <BR><BR> "You are servant to the pendant. And I am it's keeper. Yes, my Gulthrak. I think we will storm the castle tomorrow. And I will get what is mine." Gulthrak shivered. Even he had not expected so much intensity...his plan had worked, and very well indeed.<BR><BR> ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~in mordor~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`<BR><BR> Deyowyn, king of Mordor, soon to be lord of middle earth, sat on his throne, looking with eyes full of angst at the plush throne beside his own. <i>soon.</i> he thought. <i>soon that will seat my beloved daughter, most wonderful in all middle earth. My princess...the dearest thing to me. I would give up middle earth, would it make her happy. And I shall have to beseech a great gift and title upon Gulthrak, loyal servant, for delivering her safely to this haven of love I have prepared for her, my heart.</i><BR><BR> Deyowyn's heart was swelling for the one out of three things he had ever loved. The only things he had ever really loved were Galadwen, the pendant, and her mother. in that order. Deyowyn thought of the pendant for a moment. <i>soon...soon I shall have the pendant and Galadwen, how very fortunate I am! She should be here any day, now.</i> He sighed happily, staring once more at the empty throne.<BR><BR>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~two hours later with Galadwen and Gulthrak~~~~~~~~<BR><BR> "So we are to go in, and pretend everything is normal? What stupidity, I most certainly will not! You great fool! That...creature...stole my father from me! I will not stand aside and let this malicious behavior go unheeded!" Gulthrak placed a hand on her heaving shoulder, chuckling to himself. "My dear, we are only tricking the beast. Once we have him alone we shall take his life so brutally, even you shall be satisfied. And then we must take the throne. Surely you understand now?" Galadwen nodded, though she did not see why they couldn't just run in and kill him. But the brutal, satisfiying part delighted her.<BR><BR> <i>The thief will pay...he will regret ever stealing my father away from me.</i> Galadwen seethed deliciously, planning the messy, drawn out murder that would soon take place. She would very much like that. <i> Then I will really have all control over Mordor and Middle earth!</i> She clapped, delighted with the thought. Gulthrak glanced over at her, laughing aloud. "Making castles in the sky, are we?" She snapped her head in his direction. "I get a crown, right?" He shook his head. "You get a tiara, darling. Males get crowns, females get tiaras." She shook her head. "I want a crown." He laughed at the face she was making. "But dear, tiara's are prettier." <BR><BR> Galadwen contemplated this for a bit. "Then I want a tiara."
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Postby Aloen~Elven~Half » Wed Apr 02, 2003 8:32 pm

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Postby Aloen~Elven~Half » Wed Apr 02, 2003 8:35 pm

<i>The three looked to Aloen, and she shrugged. "That's right. Unless you ladies would like to catch a few more hours of beauty sleep." She grinned as she spoke the last line.<BR><BR>Though they had been tired earlier, the girls could feel a new rush of energy flowing throw their veins. The were becoming more awake, they were no longer sore or stiff. And they were more than ready to kill themselves some orc.</i><BR><BR>Suddenly a great outburst broke out, horns were blowing and orcs were running past the tents. Aloen heard a harsh command to 'stay with the prisoners, you snaga', and very few replies of 'yes captain'...or something to that affect. It seemed from the voices outside that 12 had been made to stay...three for each of them. Aloen grinned.<BR><BR>"We got them now!" She whispered exitedly as the light of dancing flame illuminated she shodowy faces of her companions. "Are we ready? One...two...three!!!" Allie lept from the tent, not caring who the attackers were, if they were dangerous...it was no matter.<BR><BR>Swinging into long awaited, well practiced action she stabbed her first orcin the back of the neck, skillfully directing the blade so that the blood gushed away from her and back onto the tent. Before the pitiful thing had even been aware of his predickament, another had shouted to 'watch out'! What fallowed was a quick but messy and blood-soaked battle in which Sadi accidentally got squerted in the face from some form of orcish artery(sp). Aloen was drenced in blood, dispite her carefull knife movements. Thal and Aranel were in similare states. Now to recover their weapons!<BR><BR>Scowering the sattle bags of the orcs they soon found all weapons together, and Thal returned Aranel's knife as every member began to quickly re-arm themselves. Appearantly the battle was ending some distance off and there would be more fighting to fallow. "We could get away now...at least begin the treck to Mordor to find Gala again." Thal sujested, to the agreement of all. "Aloen whistled shrilly and verious other calls for the horses were given by the company. Trinity seemed to be hovering just inside a scanty wood to the left and was at Aloen's side almost before the whistle left Aloen's lips. When the company was mounted, Sadi gave the signal to head out.<BR><BR>Now they were riding hard, but silently...as the orc hoast couldn't be too far behind them. As they rode Aloen felt a presents near them...they had bearily left the camp sight but still she could feel that something was near and it wasn't an orc. Suddenly Trinity lept into the air, her forhooves battling some invisible monster, a figure rolled from beneath were her next step might have been...Another horse nayed and kicked, a raging creature ready and waiting for battle. "Who are you, and be quick?" Aloen asked, one of her knives pressed fast to the man's weekly-armered throat.
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Postby Alastor_en’_Atan » Wed Apr 02, 2003 11:07 pm

For 2 hours he lay dormant to the world, saying nothing, feeling nothing but the raw power that had been so calusly binded, his power within. <i>Soon soon I will show everyone, even my little Burz Ash the power I contained</i>.<BR><BR>Breathing in the famillar sent of the ashlands of Mordor, though miles from it, the smell was as clear as day, it invigorated him, an almost giddy feeling washed over him.<BR><BR>"Are we ready?" asked Galadwen impatiently "You have been staring into the sky with that childish smile for nearly three hours!"<BR><BR>"Little Galadwen, your impatients knows no bounds" replied Gûl'thrak, still smiling, then with a child like giggle "Come Galadwen, let us visit your "Father", let us show a mirth of joy and honesty, let him see a flower but you be the serpent under it, let him die knowing all he ever cared is lost to him and may his soul find no rest..."<BR><BR>Quickly the happiness drained from Gûl'thrak's face a grim frown cross his visible mouth.<BR><BR>"They have escaped, we must hurry or the fools will catch us!" Exlaimed Gûl'thrak.<BR><BR>Galadwen tightly gripped her little trinkit as stood there waiting for Gûl'thrak to do the grunt work again. Gûl'thrak mearly looked at Galadwen and laughed.<BR><BR>Gûl'thrak spoke in a soft voice, not in his usual mocking sarcasim "My dear dear elf, if we are to escape these vagabond pursuers of ours we are going to need some help, we travel south now..."<BR><BR>"But thats away from Mordor!?" shrieked Galadwen "why are we not going to Mordor!?"<BR><BR>"We are going to Mordor, we are just getting some aid from an old and dead companion, come it will only take afew hours walk, we leave the horses and equipment, were we are going we will have use for neither" Gûl'thrak motioned for Galadwen to follow as he walked down the hil away from Mordor. Though alittle confused on what Gûl'thrak meant by old dead companion she followed at a brisk pace.<BR><BR>````````````````````````` 3 hours later `````````````````<BR><BR>They arrived ast what Seemed to be a giant cavern of some sort, ancient and unwelcoming. Gûl'thrak walked to the gaping mouth of the Grotto and outstreached his arms and began to wisper the words of a most evil origin.<BR><BR>"búbhosh búrz ghâsh thrak burzum!" wailed Gûl'thrak repeatedly "búbhosh búrz ghâsh thrak burzum!"<BR><BR>Below Gûl'thrak the ground began to shake, each time he repeated the chant it got worse and worse.<BR><BR>"Come to me... Rak'geth! rise!" screamed Gûl'thrak.<BR><BR>Gûl'thrak body began to surge with a power like Galadwen had never seen before, frozen in fear and in awe Galadwen saw Gûl'thrak for his true self. Gûl'thrak body surged with unimagenable power, his true self revealed, his right side was a dead greyish skin and bones some of it rotting others extremely worned and stif, his face was a man's and a corpses, his right glowing red eye was as percing as his dark brown. His voice a dead echo of nightmare. Suddenly his body released all this energy into the grotto, Gûl'thrak was spent, his body returned to normal, exausted from his spell. Galadwen approched him slowly but the sight of something moving within the caven caught her eye. A stench of evil and power came from the cave, the ground shook not from the spell but from whatever was inside the darkness.<BR><BR>"Well my dear little elf..." wheezed Gûl'thrak "Scared... you should be..."<BR>
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Postby Astalder » Fri Apr 04, 2003 10:03 pm

As he neared the Orcs encampment, Cain heard hoof beats. Several horses were headed his way. They were not Orcs then. The hoof beats were traveling at a great speed, but were yet remarkably silent. Elves! All this processed quickly through Cain’s mind, even through the haze created by the blood loss he had sustained. Cain cursed silently as he stumbled from the horse. Not wanting to waste any more of the Orc draught he struggled to fight off the fatigue, the aching tiredness that consumed his body. Hitting Fravashis’s rump, the great horse took off into the forest, awaiting his master’s call. Drawing his long thin dagger he placed it up his left sleeve, the palm of his hand held the dagger in place. <BR><BR>The little group was headed straight for him; Cain only hoped none of them would stab him or put an arrow into him without figuring out who it was to begin with. Even though he was weak from the blood loss, he stood fast, stooped before the oncoming beasts. The horses were know very close, even through what seemed a thunderous roar to Cain’s hypersensitive ears, he caught a gasp, and could almost feel the leading elf sense him. The elf’s horse suddenly sensed him too. Rearing up the hooves pawed the air; Cain dove to his side, just missing the skull crushing blows. The Elf leaped from the horse as Cain gained his feet, placing a knife against his throat. <BR><BR>“Who are you, and be quick!” The Elf demanded. The voice was musical, but with a hard angered edge, and it was female. He could also feel the breath of his opponent against his neck; the she-elf was only a hair or two shorter than him. <BR> <BR>Cain could sense the tip of the knife, a hair from his throat. Cain cursed mentally, how had he let this happen. He could feel the adrenaline strengthening his haggard body. He slowly let the thin bladed dagger up his sleeve slip into his hand. He did not like to be placed at someone’s mercy like this. Without thinking his body reacted to the threat behind him, his years of training and years of having to survive where others would have surely perished, taking precedence over logic. Quickly sidestepping to the right, he uncoiled like a serpent, left fist catching the elf on the side of her head. Giving a yelp, she swung wildly with the blade. Cain grimaced as a searing pain flashed across the right side of his neck. Whirling about he grabbed her right hand. His attack stopped as he saw the face of his opponent, an elf, but not a whole elf. Cain looked into the angry green eyes that glared into him. Tears of pain hovered on the edges. Finally Cain released his grip on her arm. Voice sounding like a wolf’s growl Cain spoke, “I am the one that saved you. My name is Cain. Who are you and what is your business here?” <BR><BR>By now the others had also dismounted from their horses. All Cain could see were the silhouettes as they kept their distance, but there was an assortment of blades, all shining, showing the reflection of the stars. Cain felt the adrenaline edge fading quickly, his vision seemed to be going a bit blurry, but he kept his feet. A vision came to him suddenly, a large shadowy cavern, and inside the cavern were two shadowy figures, those of Gûl'thrak and Galadwen. Words of the language of Blackspeech echoed off the chamber walls, which shook from the fury of the words. As Gûl'thrak repeated the lines the shaking got worse. Finally the chanting ended with Gûl’thrak screaming,"Come to me... Rak'geth! Rise!" With that a horrible creature replaced Gûl'thrak. Half of it seemed dead, a corpse mixed with bits of a living creature. The vision ended abruptly as it had started. Cain felt a horrible unearthly chill about him. He looked into Aloen’s deep green eyes once again, anger replaced with something else, a troubled look. Aloen’s face seemed to blur, fade from his vision. Cain felt week, oh so weak, such a thing as no man should ever feel. With a groan Cain fell to the ground, Aloen bent over him. Grabbing her head with the last of his strength he pulled it down to within inches of his lips. With the last of his strength he managed to whisper “Something terrible has happened.” Then the darkness finally caught up to him and claimed him.<BR>
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Postby the~one~elf » Sun Apr 06, 2003 2:24 pm

<i>búbhosh búrz ghâsh thrak burzum!" wailed Gûl'thrak repeatedly "búbhosh búrz ghâsh thrak burzum!"<BR><BR>Below Gûl'thrak the ground began to shake, each time he repeated the chant it got worse and worse.<BR><BR>"Come to me... Rak'geth! rise!" screamed Gûl'thrak.<BR><BR>Gûl'thrak body began to surge with a power like Galadwen had never seen before, frozen in fear and in awe Galadwen saw Gûl'thrak for his true self. Gûl'thrak body surged with unimagenable power, his true self revealed, his right side was a dead greyish skin and bones some of it rotting others extremely worned and stif, his face was a man's and a corpses, his right glowing red eye was as percing as his dark brown. His voice a dead echo of nightmare. Suddenly his body released all this energy into the grotto, Gûl'thrak was spent, his body returned to normal, exausted from his spell. Galadwen approched him slowly but the sight of something moving within the caven caught her eye. A stench of evil and power came from the cave, the ground shook not from the spell but from whatever was inside the darkness.<BR><BR>"Well my dear little elf..." wheezed Gûl'thrak "Scared... you should be..."</i><BR><BR><BR> Galadwen took a few steps back, her eyes widening in fear. "What...what is this?" Gulthrak sat on a ledge nearby, still wheezing. He held up his hand, a sign that he would later explain. Galadwen walked over and knelt on the ground before him, looking up into his face. "Gulthrak...your face..." He smiled at her weakly. "Does it repel you, Galadwen? Does it frighten you?" Galadwen stood up, looking in the direction of the cave, the ground had not stopped shaking. The "thing" was almost there. "No. I am not afraid of you. Your physical appearence...it means nothing." She shook her head shakily, trying to look brave. Her breath came in great heaves "But should I be afraid of what that is, dear Gulthrak?"<BR><BR> Gulthrak rested a bit more, standing up and facing her. He only laughed, gesturing towards the creature entering their presence. Galadwen gasped, half in fear, half in amazement. It was a great figure, a dragon, dead and decaying, yet still walking. Galadwen fell on the ground on her back as it approached her, overwhelmed by it's presence. Gulthrak stood her up gently, brushing her off. "Now, don't be afraid of it. It is our means of transportation."<BR><BR> Galadwen wrenched herself from his grasp angrily. "I'll not touch that hideous beast!" She spat in disgust. "Why would you choose this way? Could we not have just rode our horses?" She sat back down on the ledge, pouting. Gulthrak shook his head and smiled in tolerance. he would soon talk her into it. "Come on, dear."
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Postby Aloen~Elven~Half » Mon Apr 07, 2003 6:39 pm

<i>With a groan Cain fell to the ground, Aloen bent over him. Grabbing her head with the last of his strength he pulled it down to within inches of his lips. With the last of his strength he managed to whisper “Something terrible has happened.” Then the darkness finally caught up to him and claimed him.</i><BR><BR>Aloen looked to Sadrien, the wiser. "He needs elvish medicine...fast."(<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-tongue.gif"border=0>) The orcs weren't far behind and they obviously couldn't just leave him there. With a sigh Alone stooped and gathered his limbs in her arms. Grunting with the extended effort on her exhosted body she placed him atop of Trinty to be taken to a safer location. Aloen mounted, pressing her fingers to the small gap in his throat, felling the blood corse behind her fingers. She shivered as they rode.<BR><BR>Finally they reached a resting point, many miles from the battle and just beside the river. Water was an important asspect of where to camp for both the twins...it was absolutly nessessary for their healing powers. Aloen carfully relifted the uncontious mortal off the elvish mare and to a soft bed grass on the river's bank. The blood was still flowing rather freely from his side and tricking softly throw her noe crimson fingers.<BR><BR>"Are you ready Sadi?" Aloen asked. Sadrien nodded. <BR><BR>"You should wash up first...that blood on your fingers won't help him much." Sadi replied, then turning to the curious Thal and Aranel, "Could you two build a fire and set up some kind of supper for this gent?" She asked. The girls hurried off, eager to help this man.<BR><BR>The Elvenhalfs quickly removed his cloke, shirt and upper armer, to relviel a horrid gash running long and deeply across his torso. Aloen gulped. "I'll take the throat and then I'll help you with his side, it won't take me long up here." Sadi rolled her eyes and lit her Ring as Aloen lit her own. <BR><BR>As her Ring began to glow, a five pointed star appeared in her palm. Sadrien's palm was glowing with a faint siverly flame. On the count of three the twins held their hands two inches over the gashes and waited for the light to turn red. It happened almost at once. They quickly pulled their hands away, so as not to be burned by the power of their own magic. The gashes were rapidly shrinking and the blood had altogether stoped pooring.<BR><BR> They ran down to the river to wach their hands. Green ooze and blood ran from Aloen's fingertips, a tribute to her healing, for it was there even though she'd not acctually touched his body...he would live. Aloen smiled at her sister. "Well I got his side without your help...it wasn't infected too baddly." Aloen shook her head, Sade would never change...that was one comfort.<BR><BR>Sadi walked twards the fire and began to set up her tent and see about supper. Aloen walked back to the riverbank where the young mortal was lying. She bandaged his wounds and reching into her pocket she pulled out some athalas. She lifted what she supposed was his water bottle, prepaired to crush the leaf into it. Holding it a few inches from her face she grimaced...orc licker! She walked back to Anduin and flung the horrid potion as far into the midwaters as she could(a good ways), then refilled the bottle with clean stream water.<BR><BR>She returned to the mortal, crushing the leaf into his drink as she walked. Carfully suporting his head in her lap, Aloen poored a swallow of athalas water between his lips. He swallowed and moaned in his sleep, then reopened his mouth...almost asking "more please?". Aloen chuckled, pooring another thin stream down his throat, this time muttering, "Le que cuina! Nai cuina! Quet!". <BR><BR>At this he caughed and nearly choked. Aloen patted his back, trying to direct the water someplace other all down her shins...no use. He blinked, eyes not focusing properly at first. Then he saw her..."Something terrible has..! But...who are you? weren't you the one that killed me?" He asked, strugging to get up, but he wasn't yet strong enough and she held him down...<i>he oughtn't make a fuss just yet!</i> <BR><BR>"Shh. You'll live, and you've been healed as best as could be expected. And soon the other girls will come over and we'll help you to the fire, and we'll all have supper...whilest you tell us what you saw before you passed out." Aloen said, playing with his hair as she would have done with a very small child, wakened by night fears. She smiled, <i>such a cute little mortal</i> she thought. At that time Thal came running up. "We've got supper...he's alive?!" She smiled.<BR><BR>"Yes. Do you mind helping me with him...i'm sure he'd like to be closer to the fire." Aloen said, rising and supporting him by one arm.<BR><BR>"No! That's quite alright." He stammered, staning up strait then bending with redoubled pain in his side. "I'm fine, I'll get ther on my own, really..." He continued to protest as Thal and Aloen ducked under his arms and walked him to the edge of the ring of firelight. "Now then, how about supper for us all?" Aloen asked pleasently.
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Postby the~one~elf » Mon Apr 14, 2003 2:58 pm

Galadwen stared at Gulthrak, slack jawed and in total disbelief. He was acting a fool! "Gulthrak, it's disgusting!" He sighed. "And how else do you propose we get to Mordor before the elves? Flying horses?" He stood his ground, Galadwen saw he was not going to be pushed down this time. She suddenly lit up, an idea going through her head. She smiled up at Gulthrak brightly, something she had been doing more lately. "perhaps we could give the elves a fright?" Gulthrak sighed, shrugging. "Anything you desire."<BR><BR> Galadwen rushed to the dragon, waiting for Gulthrak to help her up. He did, ignoring her shudder when the dragon's cold dead flesh brushed against hers. Galadwen squirmed, trying to get the feel off of her skin. Gulthrak settled in closely behind her, putting his arms closely around her. She jerked, yelling."What do you think you-" he interupted."If you would rather fly off of this dragon in mid air, be my guest my dear." She stopped struggling and screamed as the dragon flew on Gulthrak's command.<BR><BR> The dragon steered through the sky, spotting the party not too far from the cave they had just flown out of. Gulthrak spoke a strange toungue to it, and it swooped down, nearly hitting them. The camp rang out with screams of horror. Galadwen laughed with glee as they flew away. "No, lets go back!" Gulthrak pulled her closer as she swung over, looking down. "No, I will send them some company to keep them busy." He looked at Galadwen's bewildered face, craning her head around to look at him. "An undead army, my dear. Fit for a King. Or a Queen." She nodded in understanding.<BR> <BR> Galadwen, surprisingly, fell asleep on the undead dragon, dreaming fitfully. <i>It was dark and cold outside, Galadwen stood outside of Brightstar cottage, her home. 'no' she thought. 'not home. not anymore' Deyowyn walked out of the door, coming towards her. Galadwen's was filled with a hatred, burning through her soul.<BR><BR> Deyowyn held his arms out to her, beckoning. She longed to let him hold her, she wished that it was really her father. She stepped forward, reaching out, forgetting briefly that it was not her father. Eyes of black stared out at her, maggots crawling around, seeping out of his nostrils. A rancid smell filled the air.<BR><BR> As Galadwen got closer she saw his hair, once long and beautiful, turning into streams of never ending blood, dripping down his cheeks, which were now sunken in, covered in lesions. He reached out a bony red hand, muscles and tendons revealed, throbbing, pulsating. He caressed her face, pulling her to him.<BR><BR> Hot blood streamed down her face, seeping into her clothes, covering her whole body. She started to scream, pulling away, thrashing franticaly. Deyowyn kept pulling her to him, she could feel his cold breath down her neck.</i>
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Postby Astalder » Mon Apr 14, 2003 5:07 pm

Cain reveled in the embracing darkness, no pain, no fear, no death, no dreams. Sometimes he would visit forgotten places in his past, often filled with horror, and blood. He always struggled, and searched, struggled, searched. Suddenly he was in a desert, some long forgotten battle. He fought something he couldn’t quite see. A blurred image, they exchanged ferocious powerful blows. Cain felt in the dream he was dieing, exhausted. With the last of his strength in a desperate blow his foes head flew into the air, headless body crumpling to the ground. He lay, exhausted on the burning sand, mouth dry. His enemies lay around him, dead. Something approached him, a creature with angelic features she offered him a cup of something, the aroma seemed to ease some of the pain. He felt something trickling down his throat, a warm stream, yet cooling at the same time. He opened his mouth to ask for more, but more was provided. The creature spoke to him with a voice of music, something in another language that he didn’t catch, and didn’t want to; but the words seemed very familiar, in his sleep, he processed it, “Elvish!” <BR><BR> Startled Cain awoke to the real world, sputtering and coughing. Gently a hand patted his back. Then he remembered the dream, the horror he had felt as Gûl'thrak had uttered those terrible words. In his diminished state, Cain mumbled something to the Elf. Struggling to get up, Cain gasped as a surge of pain hit him. The Elf placed a hand on his chest, pushing him down. Cain had no energy to resist. Then her voice spoke, sounding of a bubbling stream, "Shh. You'll live, and you've been healed as best as could be expected. And soon the other girls will come over and we'll help you to the fire, and we'll all have supper...whilest you tell us what you saw before you passed out." Then in his pain-racked state, he felt a hand come to his head and play with his hair. Then another Elf came running up, breaking the moment, saying something about supper. <BR><BR>Yes. Do you mind helping me with him...i'm sure he'd like to be closer to the fire." The Elf said, rising, supporting him by one arm. “No, Cain replied, that’s all right.” In his present state, weak from his injuries and blood loss, and, he had to admit to himself, fear: his voice trembled slightly. Standing up straight, he was shocked at the wave of pain that washed over him, doubling over in pain he said, "I'm fine, I'll get ther on my own, really..." He continued to protest as the Elves ducked under his arms and walked him to the edge of the ring of firelight. "Now then, how about supper for us all?" <BR><BR>Cain had not realized how hungry he was, he wolfed down several plates full of food. It was delicious, Elven fruit, Lembas bread, wine, tender meats. He ate until he was full, and the Elves let him be, asking no questions. Finally he pushed forward his plate, again empty for the sixth time, “I really must thank you Elves, you made a fine meal, and you two for healing me. Now allow me to formally introduce myself, I am Cain; but you already know that. Who are you?”<BR><BR>The Elf that had healed him, and gave him the tea came forward. “I am Aloen, Elvenhalf, with me are my friends and companions on this journey. This is my sister, Sadrien.” Indicating another Elf, “This is Aranel, and this is Thaliondoiel. Now tell me, Cain, why is it that you are here, and what did you see?”<BR><BR>Aloen looked into the strangers cold grey eyes, those of an experienced killer. He began to tell the Elves his story. “I am part of a Brotherhood of mercenaries, we are called the Wolves. We were sent after the elf known as Galadwen. The man that hired us wanted a pendant she wore around her neck, it had magical properties he wanted. I myself never met the man that hired us, I was just sent. We were ambushed a few days ago and everyone but me was killed as I stayed behind to bury a member of our party, who had been shot by a party of Orcs we ran into. Then I went up the road a ways and found the slaughter. I came across our leader, my surrogate father, and he made me swear an oath to kill Galadwen and as many of the Orcs as possible. I tracked the Orcs to their camp and attacked them. You know the rest.”<BR><BR>Aloen had stared straight into his eyes the entire time, and he had looked back, telling just the bare facts, voice bare of all emotion. Even so, she saw through the guard into the pain that roiled beneath. She had not failed to notice that he had avoided the second part of her question. “Tell me, what did you see in the dream?” At that, she noticed a hesitation, and the faintest hint of fear came into Cain’s voice. <BR><BR>“Listen,” he seemed to growl, “I cannot explain exactly what I saw, or how I saw it. All I know is we must hurry to Mordor. Gûl'thrak has awakened a horrendous evil inside of himself; I fear he will not be able to control it. We must all head to Mordor to head him off, and destroy the pendant.“ <BR><BR>Aloen looked incredulously at Cain, staring at his eyes. They themselves revealed nothing, and in that revealed a great fear. Death, horror, bloodshed, these would all come if they were not stopped. “Pack up,” she said, “we start within the hour.”<BR><BR>Cain gave a deep long whistle, and out of the surrounding darkness his great horse came, the eyes seemed to give off a demonic hellish glow. He grabbed the reigns scratching the horses’ forehead, running his fingers through the creatures’ coarse black mane. He whispered words of a foreign tongue to him, telling him of the upcoming struggle and battle. While the others packed their gear, he unsheathed his sword, blade still crusted with dried Orc blood. Dipping a cloth into some water he cleaned the blade, then grabbing a whetstone he proceeded to sharpen the blade. In long quick strokes he sharpened the blade; within minutes it was ready once again for battle, looking at the gleaming blade he saw the red reflection of the fire. The blade seemed to reflect his thoughts, a deep red: the colour of blood, ready to deal death. Cain was startled from his revelry as a hand was placed on his shoulder, looking up he saw the face of Aloen, fire reflected in her eyes. She spoke to him in a low voice, nearly a whisper, “Time to leave, I trust you are prepared.” She said the last part with a hint of a smile tugging at the edges of her mouth. Looking her straight in the eye, expressionless he replied in a firm voice, his eyes nearly glaring into hers, “Yes, I am ready. Fravashis, come.” The horse came forwards, the sure measured gait of the horse seemed to increase the menace of his eyes; even the horse could sense the upcoming battle that he would fight, though it was leagues away. Gabbing the saddle he heaved himself up onto the large beast, cursing softly under his breath as his wounds stretched with the effort. <BR><BR>When the others were finished mounting he took off down the trail, in the direction his senses both told him to go, and flee. The hoof beats of Fravashis seemed like thunder to his ears, he felt exhilaration, as his horse seemed to fly down the trail his cloak, though heavy from the maile rings, billowed out behind him. From behind he heard the much quieter and softer hoof beats of the Elvish horses. As he looked into the distance he saw the sun begin to rise in the clear dawn, already beginning to show its brilliance. In the glory of the moment he started to chant a war song of old: Heroes and Gods and great battles between darkness and light, of despair and hopelessness and courage in the face of adversity, and finally a song taught to him from a long ago friend, a song of love between Elf and Man. He only knew the Elvish words, and could not translate the song, although he understood the meaning behind it. As the dawn came up in its full glory, warming Cain’s soul. As the wind roared in his ears, and the horse still thundered at its tireless, relentless pace, he heard from behind him the voice of elves, that of Beren and his love Luthien. <BR>
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Postby Aloen~Elven~Half » Thu Apr 17, 2003 3:09 pm

Softly singing the company rode forth into the chilling light of dawn. A shadow, Aloen felt, would sweep over them and then depart as swiftly as it had come. It felt to her like a dragon of evil will was abroad...but that was impossible! All the dragons, save Tiamate’s line were dead! Her eyes danced in transformations of water-like color as panic darted around the walls of her mind. This was a notable thing, it took a lot...a great amount of feeling to panic Aloen.<BR><BR>Allie reached out in thought to the others in her company. All the other elves felt it, the shadow. But all she could glean from Cain was an intense weariness beyond her knowledge of this world. <i>intriguing. </i>she thought. <i>And still he keeps riding. With the best of elves, no less....impressive.</i> Her thoughts were disturbed by another wave of heaviness on her heart.<BR><BR>“Do you feel that?” She asked Sadrien in their own tounge. “ The shadow up above? Does it seem, to you, to increase as we move east?”<BR><BR>“Yes, and yes. But what it is...Aloen do you know where Tiamate is and if she is still in good hands?” Sadrien replied.<BR><BR>“She is in Rivendell, the safest place I think any dragon could be...save Shasnida, maybe.” Allie shrugged. It could not be her pet dragon that was doing this...it could not be, Tia was a creature of good, not this soul-consuming darkness. The light grew and before long the eery twilight had given way to bright morning, having already had “supper”, however; the company voted to continue with out rest. <BR><BR>As they passed the wide grasslands and scattered glades of trees, and Trinity grew more and more disgruntled it became all Allie could do to keep her mind from wondering. She found herself thinking of <i> Ryan, and of that time...just after a battle, her lip have been bleeding...he’d raison to the auction gloriously with “elvish medicine”...at least that’s what he said. He had the most gorgeous smile, and his eyes were so full of life, and...</i><BR><BR>Aloen “awoke” half a dream later to find herself smiling into nothingness and gazing dimwittedly into midair. What had drawn her back? She looked around, she was still riding and just ahead of them was a small settlement, and just visible in the distance were the high impassible “mountains of everlasting shadow” pitted ageist a blood-red background. Could they be in Gondor already?<BR>But it wasn’t that fact that had pulled her out of her memories. The elves were discussing weather or not to enter the settlement, and Cain was staring at her expectantly. “Hmm?” She asked dazedly.<BR><BR>“What do you think we should do about the town? The vote is tied, Sadi and Thal say we should stop and collect our bearings, and Aranel and I say we should press on. You have the tie-breaking vote.” HE said slowly and patiently, as if her were speaking to a child, but he grinned at the last, betraying his amusement at the situation. “I agree with my sister and Thal, we should go and see if they have a tavern, at least my nerves could use it, dearly.” She replied with relief.
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Postby Aloen~Elven~Half » Thu Apr 17, 2003 3:16 pm

Softly singing the company rode forth into the chilling light of dawn. A shadow, Aloen felt, would sweep over them and then depart as swiftly as it had come. It felt to her like a dragon of evil will was abroad...but that was impossible! All the dragons, save Tiamate’s line were dead! Her eyes danced in transformations of water-like color as panic darted around the walls of her mind. This was a notable thing, it took a lot...a great amount of feeling to panic Aloen.<BR>Allie reached out in thought to the others in her company. All the other elves felt it, the shadow. But all she could glean from Cain was an intense weariness beyond her knowledge of this world. [intriguing. </i> she thought. <i> And still he keeps riding. With the best of elves, no less....impressive.</i> Her thoughts were disturbed by another wave of heaviness on her heart.<BR><BR>“Do you feel that?” She asked Sadrien in their own tounge. “ The shadow up above? Does it seem, to you, to increase as we move east?”<BR><BR>“Yes, and yes. But what it is...Aloen do you know where Tiamate is and if she is still in good hands?” Sadrien replied.<BR><BR>“She is in Rivendell, the safest place I think any dragon could be...save Shasnida, maybe.” Allie shrugged. It could not be her pet dragon that was doing this...it could not be, Tia was a creature of good, not this soul-consuming darkness. The light grew and before long the eery twilight had given way to bright morning, having already had “supper”, however; the company voted to continue with out rest. <BR><BR>As they passed the wide grasslands and scattered glades of trees, and Trinity grew more and more disgruntled it became all Allie could do to keep her mind from wondering. She found herself thinking of <i> Ryan, and of that time...just after a battle, her lip have been bleeding...he’d raison to the auction with “elvish medicine”...at least that’s what he said. He had the most gorgeous smile, and his eyes were so full of life...</i><BR><BR>Aloen “awoke” to find herself smiling into nothingness and gazing dimwittedly into midair. What had drawn her back? She looked around, she was still riding and just ahead of them was a small settlement, and just visible in the distance were the high impassible “mountains of everlasting shadow” pitted ageist a blood-red background. Could they be in Gondor already?<BR>But it wasn’t that fact that had pulled her out of her memories. The elves were discussing weather or not to enter the settlement, and Cain was staring at her expectantly. “Hmm?” She asked dazedly.<BR><BR>“What do you think we should do about the town? The vote is tied, Sadi and Thal say we should stop and collect our bearings, and Aranel and I say we should press on. You have the tie-breaking vote.” HE said slowly and patiently, as if her were speaking to a child, but he grinned at the last, betraying his amusement at the situation. “I agree with my sister and Thal, we should go and see if they have a tavern, at least my nerves could use it, dearly.” She replied with relief.
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Postby Astalder » Tue May 06, 2003 9:18 pm

Cain stared at the lovely Half-Elf he knew as Aloen. While she had been sleeping the others had discussed whether or not to stop in a nearby town, it had come down to a tie vote. Finally she stirred and looked right at him, “Hmmm?” she asked still not totally awake. <BR>Cain replied grinning at her betraying his amusement of the situation, “What do you think we should do about the town? The vote is tied, Sadi and Thal say we should stop and collect our bearings, and Aranel and I say we should press on. You have the tie breaking vote.“ He said this to her slowly, patiently as if she were a child, with a hint of mockery in his voice. Aloen ignored this saying, “I agree with my sister and Thal, we should go and see if they have a tavern, at least my nervers could use it, dearly.”<BR>“As you wish.” Cain said, “saddle up, the decision has been made, we head for the town.”<BR>With that the small fellowship came to their feet, some groaning with the effort as sore, overused muscles protested. Mounting their horses they rode towards to the nearby town, only 5 leagues away.<BR><BR>As they approached they Cain noticed something wrong about the town. Even though it was hazy Cain noticed what appeared to be a large pillar of smoke reaching towards the heavens. <BR>“Aloen,” she looked at him startled, “what does that look like to you?”<BR>“Smoke,” she replied, “but what does it mean?”<BR>“Let us hope it is not what it appears to be.”<BR><BR>As they got closer his suspicions became a harsh reality, smoke still billowed and large vultures lazily circled the stone houses. As they neared the demolished wall a horrific stench permeated Cain’s sense of smell, just the smell of the place seemed to darken the noon sky. Several bodies clad in armour nearby, savagely torn to pieces by an unknown strength. The vultures had been busy pecking and ripping flesh from the dismembered torsos. Even so long deep claw marks were evident, long streaks revealed white bone as the claws had sliced through the armour, shredding the heavy mail like cloth. Shields lay broken in their arms; bows and swords were still clutched in dead hands. <BR>“Wait here.” Cain commanded, quietly. <BR>Aloen and Sadrien protested simultaneously, “You can’t go in there alone, whatever did that still may be in there.” <BR>“And two untested half elves could stop it? No, you will stay here.” With that he went into the breach in the wall, and the smell grew until Cain nearly vomited. Corpses littered the street literally torn to pieces, long gashes tearing into the chest, limbs torn from the body, crushes skulls. That was not the scariest part though, some bodies seemed to have been incinerated; buildings turned entirely to ash. A strange fear began to grow inside him starting with a small feeling in his gut that steadily grew as he began to suspect what it had truly been. Kneeling to the ground he examined a pool of blood where a large paw print lay, he placed his hand inside of it feeling the congealed blood within it. The paw was fully three times the size of his own hand, which was especially large for a human. His gut clenched as he saw the claw marks, nearly 4 hand spans in length. <BR>A noise from behind startled him. Drawing his sword he whirled around to face Aloen, green eyes wide as the swords gleaming point hovered a hairsbreadth from her delicate throat. Cain emitted a curse as he put the sword down, “Isildur’s Bain! I told you to wait behind at the wall.” <BR>Looking into his cold grey eyes Aloen saw something that frightened her more than it should have, she saw fear. She spoke shakily, still shocked from the bestial carnage that lay all around her. Trying not to breath in the odour of the dead she said, “The others suggested I come in here to see if you were okay. It has been a while.” <BR>Cain looked up at the sky, the sun seemed to hover just above the horizon; “By Eru” he thought, how many hours had he wandered blindly through the town. Looking down he saw he was covered in blood, the stench over powered him and he vomited. <BR>By the time he was finished he saw a flask being held out to him, grabbing it he took a mouthful, swirled it around, and spit the cool wine out. Then he drank it like a man dieing of thirst. He stopped when no more came, and he cast the flask aside, finally in control of his senses. He had at least finally stopped trembling. He looked back up at Aloen who looked back at him with a compassionate glint in her eyes. Mentally he cursed himself for his display of weakness. He looked up at a large stone doorway; strangely it seemed to beckon him forward. He heard quiet cautious footsteps from Aloen behind him. He entered into a large room that seemed to be filled with blood; dozens of bodies littered the floor. He nearly slipped on a slick patch but Aloen caught him from behind, steadying him. Then he heard a startled gasp from behind him. Clutching his sword hilt, he turned around to face from were the sound had come from. He looked at Aloen whose mouth was open and eyes gleamed in terror, she stared at the wall. Cain turned to see and wish he hadn’t. Upon the wall scrawled in blood was written a challenge in the tongue of black speech. “I Gûl'thrak, Son of Darkness, God of this Earth, against whom I have no competitor. Nothing, mortal or immortal will have the courage to stand up to me. Those who do not join me will die in the most horrible way imaginable, the men will have their wives devoured before them, children slaughtered and cooked, comrades disemboweled and hung up on spikes as trophies.”<BR>Cain glared at the challenge before him; never had he backed away from one and had the scars to prove it. He turned and headed back for the wall. Determination building in each step, he helped the shaky Aloen back to her horse. After Cain told them what he had seen the whole group somberly made camp a good distance from the town, they ate supper and fell into a quiet shaky sleep. <BR>
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Postby Aloen~Elven~Half » Sat May 10, 2003 3:20 pm

The winds had changed and now smoke along with the reek of the town was billowing toward the little group as they sat and waited for Cain to return. “How long can it take?” Aloën asked after two hours of waiting for any sign of Cain. <BR><BR>“Why don’t you go in and check? See that he’s alright.” Sadrien suggested, from where she sat, in the shade of her horse. She had to squint to look at Aloen, who was pacing nervously. <BR>“Alright, if I’m not back in...” Aloen started but was interrupted by Aranel who said,<BR>“Remember Aloen, someone might be still in there, they may have killed him and are just waiting for the rest of us.” Allie took a deep breath as Sadi reminded, “Be on your guard, we’ll see you soon.”<BR><BR>Nodding Allie made her way to the city gate, walking was best, it would only be a nuisance to bring her mare through, by the smell would be, a garden of the dead. She walked through the gates to find a hell unlike anything she had dared to imagine. Men, women, and children....all dead, all rotting. Her breath grew sharp, the world seemed to have spun off it’s axis. <i>Why?</i> Was all she could think. “How could they do this?” She whispered, her lips parched from the smoke and blowing dust and ashes. <BR><BR>Aloen looked here and there, she’d nearly forgotten that she’d come for Cain, she was looking at the dead. The most terrible sight to her was the children. A prayer was constantly on her lips for them...until she saw the mother. One women had been cradleing her baby, sheltering it from the on coming attack, when she had fallen her body had covered the infant. Aloen could just see a tiny hand protruding from underneith the women’s torso, and as she watched it moved, ever so slightly. <BR><BR>“No!” She gasped. Running to the child she flung aside the infant’s mother to revel a chard and bleeding infant girl. The babe's little (once blue)frock was all in crimson and black cinders seeming to have been shreded. Allie moved to touch the child’s blackened and bloody face. It gurgled and emitted a soft cry, little tears washing two paths of flesh down it’s face so that it appeared to be crying blood, as the tears were tinted red. A gash ran across the full length of it’s forehead. “Shhh, Oh, shhh.” Aloen murmured, but even as she touched the wound with the hem of her tunic, the babe gave a sob and breathed her last. This was too much. Aloen couldn’t hold herself back anymore.<BR><BR>She cuddled the dead infant in her arms, kneeling in the ashes. She rocked it, and herself back and forth, as though that could change the fact of mortal death. Sobs racked her body, and tears rolled down her cheeks and onto the babe’s wound. After what seemed a long time She remembered her mission was to find Cain, not to free the dead...not yet. She placed the child, back in it’s mother’s arms and covered them both with the mother’s cloak with a blessing to them both. Cain was not far away, she could see him just a few blocks away. <BR><BR> She walked in a trance-like state behind him. Drawing his sword he whirled around to face Aloen, green eyes wide as the swords gleaming point hovered a hairsbreadth from her delicate throat. Cain emitted a curse as he put the sword down, “Isildur’s Bain! I told you to wait behind at the wall.” <BR>Looking into his cold grey eyes Aloen saw something that frightened her more than it should have, she saw fear. She spoke shakily, still shocked from the bestial carnage that lay all around her. Trying not to breath in the odour of the dead she said, “The others suggested I come in here to see if you were okay. It has been a while.” <BR><BR>----------------------------------------------------------------------<BR>After Cain told them what he had seen the whole group somberly made camp a good distance from the town, they ate supper and fell into a quiet shaky sleep. Aloen hadn’t told them her part of the story, simply leaving it to there imaginations what she’d been up to until she’d found him. The face and last cries of that child would haunt her sleep for the rest of time, at least that was how it seemed as she lay on the soft grass beside her sister, tossing and shivering. And when she did get to sleep, her dreams were of blackness and death...true mortal death. <i>Did they make a mistake? Could I be mortal too? </i>
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