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Gotrek
Shield Bearer
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 22 Jan 2008
Joined: 28 Mar 2000
Posts: 288
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2000 4:17 am |
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OOC. We will continue here. I don't know if the thread is going to come over here but if it doesn't we will just continue here.
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nili
Shield Bearer
Alliance: default
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 15 Jul 2000
Posts: 428
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2000 6:50 am |
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can i join in ??? my "word" is not ecsactly working so were can i post my charicter , on the old thred ?
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heliona
The Sexy One
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 02 Feb 2000
Posts: 5470
Location: Pendle
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2000 10:51 am |
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OOC: Gotrek, you beat me to it! Oh well! I'll start working on preserving the old thread, just not today, later this week, I think, as I've got 2 A-levels this week, fun! 
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Life is short; break the rules, forgive quickly; kiss lips slowly; love truly; laugh uncontrollably; and never regret anything that made you smile.
Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for the might-have-beens.
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Arthur Ransome
to my one and only.
Come along, newbies, to the
Bookworms' Gateway to the Lounge and Garden - Adoption thread
if you want to be adopted. 
In Memoriam EDW - March 14th 2009
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In Memoriam AHH - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A warm embrace from a loved one can ease many a sorrow or weary heart.
~ Heliona, June 13th, 2010 |
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Eowyn Kenobi
Shield Bearer
Alliance: House of Cirdan
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 23 Jan 2000
Posts: 210
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Posted: Mon May 22, 2000 4:23 pm |
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This kinda feels as if they moved the LotR set from New Zealand to California... same story, different surrondings... yeesh, what am I saying. Looks great, don't you think?
I won't put anything up here first... I don't want to seem pushy. Summer's coming and hopefully *then* I can swamp the BBoard. 
In Christ,
Eowyn Kenobi of Vulcan
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Gotrek
Shield Bearer
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 22 Jan 2008
Joined: 28 Mar 2000
Posts: 288
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2000 1:04 am |
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Heliona, what can I say, i'm quick off the trigger! There is no point starting up agan just yet because we don't know the future of Adventuring on the old board.
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Gotrek
Shield Bearer
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 22 Jan 2008
Joined: 28 Mar 2000
Posts: 288
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2000 5:47 am |
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Me again, Hey Heliona, I've got 4 A-Levels in 2 weeks on 2 days! Yes I have 4 exams on 2 days. sly or what. Also from what I have heard, Adventuring will be coming to the new board but i don't know when. Watch it Freedom are right on our tail.
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Radagast
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 19 Oct 2007
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Posts: 2253
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2000 6:38 am |
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Yuck - big tests!
Good luck, heliona and Gotrek!
As heroes and all, you should have no problem!
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heliona
The Sexy One
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 02 Feb 2000
Posts: 5470
Location: Pendle
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Posted: Tue May 23, 2000 9:50 am |
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Thanks guys! Gotrek, I can beat you, I've got an exam a day in 2 weeks time! Are you doing modular? Thanks Radagast!
Nili and Nilihanth, if you go to the old messageboard, and post your characters on the "Aside to Adventuring 2" thread, and then post your part of the story on the "Adventuring" thread there, as it may be easier for the time being. Nilihanth, Adventuring is a role-playing game. Basically, you pretend to be someone or something eg. An Elf who takes part in our adventures. Make sure you've read the whole thread before you leap in, otherwise you may upset a story-line. Unfortunately, it's 9 pages long at the moment, so the quicker you get reading, the quicker you can post! Anymore questions, post them on the aside thread in the old MB. Have fun!
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Life is short; break the rules, forgive quickly; kiss lips slowly; love truly; laugh uncontrollably; and never regret anything that made you smile.
Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for the might-have-beens.
-
Arthur Ransome
to my one and only.
Come along, newbies, to the
Bookworms' Gateway to the Lounge and Garden - Adoption thread
if you want to be adopted.
In Memoriam EDW - March 14th 2009
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In Memoriam AHH - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A warm embrace from a loved one can ease many a sorrow or weary heart.
~ Heliona, June 13th, 2010 |
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Gotrek
Shield Bearer
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 22 Jan 2008
Joined: 28 Mar 2000
Posts: 288
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2000 4:45 am |
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Hold fire posting here for the moment, i'm going to put Adventuring here. This ought to be fun!
Gotrek
Okay, I'm looking for a few sturdy warriors to come with an old dwarf to do a bit of adventuring and to kill some Orcs. Whose up for it?
Heliona
OK, I'm an elf-maiden, but I've been around, have experience with a bit of magic, and can wield a sword if need be, and, of course, can shoot a bow. I also have a fast horse. May I have the pleasure of joining your expedition? Being an elf, I have a great hatred of all things Orcish and would love to kill a few more!
Elendil
I hope Gotrek the dwarf, that I Elendil the tall of Numenor; king of all Gondor and Arnor can join your expedition, then me and my sword Narsil could be to good use. It has been along times since I last sliced some Orcs. Until you decided if I can join or not I shall be waiting in the city of Osgiliath. May the Valar watch over you until the end of days. My greetings to you Heliona of the Firstborn and may you live to see the light of Aman.
Radagast
I suspect that a wizard would be of some value on your trip, and I have a grudge against the Orcs since they are forever trying to burn my trees and turn my woods into a filthy marsh. We could also use a Hobbit since Gandalf tells me that they make great thieves and spies and are much tougher than they appear to be at first sight.
Heliona
Greetings to you Elendil. I hope that we can join together and slay a few Orcs together. Long may you live.
Tharkun
Well another wizard wont hurt, so I am in
Thorondor
I do not think it would be wise for one as me to devote fully to such a quest; nevertheless I shall linger for a while ere you depart, but indeed I shall leave. But be aware that I will come if thou call with thine mighty voice. Thorondor honours his good friends; and Radagast, who I understand more than most (for he is bird and beast-master) shall ever be under my vow of aid.
Shadowfax
Hail there! I have come to join they party, if I may? Another horse would be a valuable edition; you'll need someone to carry all the treasure we may acquire along the way.
Gotrek
We have no time to lose. The Orcs I have heard from my people are getting close to a village 20 leagues from here. It is time to gather arms and go forth! Thorondor, if you can make it your help will be grateful and I can vow that it will not be a wasted journey.
Heliona
Well, Shadowfax, I'm quite glad you're coming. My horse, White Shadow, has been very grumpy lately that she doesn't have any company. I'm sure she'd be honoured to be travelling with such a noble horse as yourself!
(*I can speak for myself, you know! * White Shadow mutters in the background.)
Radagast
"I have brought a horse of my own for this journey, and he is a loyal steed and at home in the plains and woodlands both. I alone know his true name, but you may call him Duskwind." The wizard than whistles lowly in the direction of a group of looming trees.
A large, powerfully built horse comes at Radagast's command, and the creature's eyes glimmer with intelligence. His flanks are a reddish-brown hue, like rocks at sunset, and a long black mane flows down his neck. Radagast leaps up his back, slings his staff over his shoulder. He then calls out a long cry in the voice of an Eagle, and a ghostly bird with mithril feathers rises out of the nearby foliage and swoops above the Wizard. The Eagle, Silverwing by name, perches for a moment on the wizard's outstretched arm, and its talons somehow do not mar the brown cloak.
Radagast turns and calls out to the others, "Well, I am ready. Shall we be off?"
Thorondor
[Thorondor thinks a minute, and makes his decision.]
Very well, Gotrek, I shall accompany you, but not always right next to or above you. I shall hide to the side at times, when I am aloft, as to not give away your presence. And I shall often fly ahead to scan the movements of our enemies.
Now! Before we depart, is everyone present? Me? Yes. Gotrek? Yes. Radagast? Yes. Duskwind? Yes. Heliona? Elendil? Tharkun? Shadowfax? And....
Ah yes, my friend and frequent flying companion, Silverwing! Glad to see you here. I would be obliged if you would fly by my side for this journey, my loyal friend.
The group prepares to depart.
Eh... what we call ourselves; such a company of so many great needs a name, now doesn't it?
Tharkun
Aye, I am here.
Shadowfax
Lets depart..........
A name...How bout The Mod Squad?
Tom Fool of a Took
I heard there was a need for a thief?? I am light on my feet and heard many tales of old Bilbo and his thievery. Come Radagast I know Gandalf and I shall join this group if I am welcome and needed.
Elendil
It was my horse Stormwind that bore me as fast as he could when I saw you gathering in my palantir and now that I am here, ready to depart, and with Narsil ready for what to come. And it is good to see so many glorious name here but is every one here now or is someone missing?
Heliona
I am here, aboard my faithful steed, White Shadow, with my trusty sword, Valenceder at the ready. Shall we be off?
Gotrek
We shall be off then my companions. We ride to the north and look out for any orc patrols. There can be a few about in these lands.
(Everyone mounts up and moves on, following the dirt track towards the north. In mid afternoon, they hear a noise in the woods near them.)
What was that? (Gotrek pulls out his magical axe, Thornir and dismounts).
Heliona
*Heliona slowly and cautiously removes her bow from her shoulder and notches an arrow. *
It's coming from over there. *Nods to the right* Wait, Gotrek, go slowly, I don't want to shoot you by mistake.
White Shadow
That wouldn't be the first time! *Shifts her feet slightly to give Heliona a better aiming position*
Heliona
Sshh! Stay still! *Peers into the bushes* Thanks, though!
Radagast
The Wizard dismounts his horse and takes a silent step towards the rustling in the woods. He grips his oak staff in his right hand and he glances up at the overcast sky for a moment. As if hearing his wordless call, Silverwing drops quietly from the sky and then perches on his left arm. The bird's eyes meet the Wizard's, and an unseen exchange takes place between them. Silverwing takes flight again, heading over the forest.
Radagast turns to the company and quietly states, "My Eagle has seen Orcs in the woods up ahead, and they are aware of us, but they do not know our numbers, nor do we know theirs. Cursed Orcish scouts with their keen sense of smell! I can't say why they have not yet attacked, though perhaps they wish to lure us into a trap. We'd best be ready for anything and seek shelter from their arrows."
Again, something moves in the woods nearby, and there is a guttural shout from the darkness beneath the canopy...
Thorondor
Suddenly, Thorondor spirals from the sky and sets down quietly beside the journeyers.
"Company, I bring ill tidings. There are several hordes of uruks approaching us. I beg your pardon, Radagast, but it would not be wise to stay hither. You should go towards those noises, for there lies the smaller of the hordes... That is my council, but decide what you may; I am off to scout the area, and set my eagles on watch over the foothills to the west."
Then the eagle's eyes grew more harsh and determined, such as they do ere he takes flight and his wings beat mighty flaps that bore him up into the sky. The company watched until he bore away to the northwest, beaconing his kin...
The company stood silent for a moment.
Sir Tokes Alott
From up in a nearby tree a being of great power is watching the unsuspecting party with glazed eyes as they await the scouting report of the raptor (bird of prey in layman’s terms). As the party begins to near the being's perch the keen eyes of Tom Fool the hobbit pick up the outline of this creature. With a sudden sweat on his brow he reports his newfound fear to the party with haste. As he stutters out his findings to the group he finds that the outline has gone from its perch and is nowhere to be found. As if a fire was ravaging through the grass a cloud of dense smoke started to materialize out of nothing. The cloud grew until it could house a well-endowed warrior. The wall of smoke was so thick that not even elven eyes could peer through its inky darkness. With a flash of fire from the centre, the smoke seemed to be burning off. When there was only flame left a flash went off leaving in its place a being of tall stature with the broad shoulders of an ox. The being was draped in a green hooded robe of what appeared to be woven pipe weed. As he lifted his head he pulled off the hood to expose a head of golden hair accompanied by side burns and a goute that fell down to his chest with a bead in it ever so often. With a smile the creature introduced himself to the party of veteran adventurers:
"Sir Tokes Alott at your service! I can see that you are about to enter the thick of the plot, as the lot of you will encounter the evil hoards. May you sharpen your swords and slick the feathers on your arrows for the battle ahead may bring us many sorrows if you do not take heed to many words that follows. The evil hoards have come to plunder ever treasure and wonder, they will seek out the weak and slay leaving death and decay. For this I am offering my services and hope that I may join your band and do some offing of Orcish heads."
Shadowfax
*Suddenly a pair of Orcs emerges from the thick brush and charge the party. The Orcs, wielding long swords, descend upon Gotrek! Gotrek is ready and fends of the first blow with his axe. TWANG, an arrow finds its mark in the throat of one of the Orcs! It falls to ground drowning in its own blood. The remaining orc fares no better, Gotrek swings his axe at the remaining orc and servers his sword arm at the shoulder (ouch!) With another swing of the axe the orc is slain! *
Cool...Way to go guys, but I think more are on the way! Let us prepare!
*More Orcs can be heard beyond the brush! *
Elendil
Elendil holds Narsil in a tight grip and looks around himself, looking for more Orcs. He doesn’t find any and instead looks against Radagast and Gotrek asking them of what to do next.
Gotrek
First blood! Alright, we want to take it slowly now. Elendil and I will proceed straight ahead. Heliona, walk with us and keep your eyes peeled. Tokes Alott and Tharkûn to the left with Tom and Radagast and Thorondor to the right. Watch out here they come.
(A group of 30 Orcs appear from the woods, chanting. Gotrek remembering the deeds that the Orcs had done to his kin starts to quicken his pace to meet the green skin scum).
Heliona
*Heliona puts her bow back over her shoulder, dismounts and draws her sword, Valenceder. She tells White Shadow to go with Shadowfax, Duskwind, and Stormwind, to keep quiet, and out of sight, and then swiftly follows her fellow Elf and sturdy Dwarf, looking alertly into the bushes*
Gotrek
(Unable to hold his anger no more, Gotrek turns into the bushes out of sight. Orcish screams are heard as well as the sound of steel on steel. Two Orcs round out but are killed with neatness by Tom who was lurking by the trees and with successful cuts to the throats, the two Orcs lay dead. Gotrek makes his way out the bushes carrying his bloodstained axe).
"I got them all I think apart from the ones that ran out. Sorry about that, I couldn't control myself."
Heliona
Don't worry, now I won't have to clean my sword! *Walks back to a dead orc, stoops, and pulls out her arrow* Got to keep these, you never know when we might need them again. *Calls to White Shadow and mounts* Are we going after them? *Looks at Gotrek and Radagast*
Radagast
"Don't worry about the ones who are fleeing," said Radagast to Gotrek. "They shall not go far."
The Wizard then pointed his staff at the woods and called out an arcane spell. A sparkling bolt of many colours leapt from the end of the wooden shaft and flew into the woods. There was a dull crashing sound, and a strange mist rose from where the bolt struck. It was vague and ethereal, yet fascinating to behold, for every colour of the rainbow was mixed within it. Nothing happened for a long moment, and then three Orcs wandered out of the shadows beneath the trees, and their faces were masked in a look of confused joy as they walked aimlessly, chasing the colours in the mist. Bowstrings sung, and the Orcs fell.
Radagast walked over to the nearest body and stooped over it, checking for a pulse, but he found none. He then turned back to his comrades and snorted, "Barely more than a slave, this one! I fear that the worst is ahead, for these Orcs were merely scouts - probably watching the road for the army that Thorondor saw a distance from here."
The Wizard stopped suddenly, and seemed to sniff the wind. "I don't like it," he said, "There were more here, but they have left now. We'd best not hope for an easy victory ahead."
Sir Tokes Alott
As Sir Tokes Alott shields his eyes from the sinking afternoon sun he pulls out what appears to be a small green glass pipe that seemed to be changing colours as if a rainbow was jumping around in the glass. He commences to fill it with a strange sweet smelling pipe weed. With a flick of his fingers a flame just from the tip of his pointer finger onto the filled pipe. With a strong pull of his lungs he inhales the sweet smoke and then blows smoke rings that seem to have a mind of their own floating about in the afternoon sky.
"Radagast is right, such a group of Orcs would not leave without a fight and I doubt that we set in enough fear to give them a fright..."
Not being able to complete his thoughts he was interrupted by the war cry of a lone orc. Out of the nearby bushes an orc of great size sprung wielding an axe of great magnitude with the look of vengeance in his eyes. As he rushed at Sir Tokes Alott the wizard took another puff from his pipe and began to blow a great cloud of think greasy smoke at the orc engulfing him. The orc was not to be seen but only heard as a blood-curdling scream arose from the centre of the smoke. With a great flash the smoke was gone and in its place was the charred remains of the lone orc.
"As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted was that we must truly decide on what our actions are to be. If we are to camp then we must see a place of great defence that gives us the offence in an attack from the front or the back. Or if we are to trudge on to find the kin of sludge they are. We must take haste and time we must not waste for it is of the essence before a hoard of Orcs discover our presence."
Gotrek
"Night is closing in, I think we should set up camp."
(The group unpack and get a fire going. There they eat some of their provisions and get some rest. Gotrek volunteers to take the first watch. He settles himself down with his axe by his side and watches and waits. When it was time to change guard, Gotrek was no-where to be seen. All his belongings had gone and there was no trace of him. They looked around the area but there was no sign).
Radagast
Not even Radagast notices Gotrek's disappearance as the dark night passes, but the mage sleeps unsoundly and once mutters something about "the others with the Orcs" before he returns to the shadows of his dreams.
When the next warrior to stand guard wakes late, a shout of fear echoes through the camp, as Gotrek is nowhere to be found.
Heliona
*When she finds out that Gotrek has gone, she walks over to White Shadow and gives her some whispered instructions*
White Shadow
*White Shadow listens carefully to Heliona, and then proceeds to sniff the ground directly surrounding the camp (she's a very talented horse)* I think he went that way. *Turning her head in the direction where the Orcs had gone*
Heliona
It looks as though he went after them! Stupid Dwarf, he's going to get himself killed!
Radagast
"Aye, and that would knock some sense into him," stated the Wizard. "Always trust a Dwarf to lead the way axe first into the unknown, brave though they are!"
The rest of the camp was awake by now, but the light of dawn was still several hours away and a deathly chill lay over the land as icy mists clung to the boles of the endless trees. Aside from a lone, mournful owl not far off, the night was silent and the whispers of the Party seemed like shouts.
Radagast spoke to White Shadow and long searched the brush and dirt around the edges of the camp while the others prepared their weapons and repacked their bags. The Wizard returned and a look of concern was written in his eyes. His brows were furrowed as he spoke, "He left alone, but was soon met by others - and I don't know what they were. Even I, knowledgeable in all the birds and beasts of the land am perplexed by this turn of events. What creature could have silently entered our camp, spirited away a Dwarven warrior, and then disappeared without leaving more than a trace? No Orc, for certain!"
The Wizard sat long in brooding silence and none could read his thoughts.
Tharkun
(Tharkun is up just as the rest are beginning to wonder what happened. his stony grey eyes have not rested this night. Tharkun reflects about all that has happened so far in his journey.)
Hmmm, we had better eat something.
Shadowfax
We must eat quickly and be off! Every minute spent here could be spent looking for our lost companion, he may be in danger!
Radagast, perhaps some of your winged friends could help locate him?
I have a bad feeling about this!
Tharkun
Aye, we must be off soon. There is no time to waste in the frivolous eating of snacks.
Heliona
I think it would be best if everyone rides, that would save a lot of time. I'll carry Tom. *Helps Tom up on White Shadow. Once everyone is mounted, the group moves off*
As for the food situation, when we stop for a rest, I'll hand out some lembas, I believe I have some left.
Radagast
"Silverwing has flown ahead to search for Gotrek, if he should be found on the paths ahead. Thorondor may also bring us tidings, but if they are for good or for ill, none can yet say, but I fear greatly for the Dwarf."
Radagast rode on in silence for awhile before stating, "Regardless of his fate, we cannot hope to confront the vast numbers of Orcs that lie ahead on a open field of battle and we will need to know the lay of the land to create a strategy. Let us hope that we have time for this and that the enemy remains at camp for a while longer. The Orcs fear the sun and they should not seek to move long while the light of day is upon us."
Shadowfax
I agree with you Radagast. Although we have mighty wizards and warriors in our group we cannot fight an entire company of these foul Orcs!
Look, off in the distance, a small hill. I think we should make for it. Perhaps from its top we can get a better view of the land? If we hurry we can make it before dusk!
Elendil
Elendil gaze at the hill and listens to the wind. Then he slowly says
There is something strange with the wind, what it is I don’t know.
Your plan is good Shadowfax, but remember that there are still enemies out here and that you are more easily seen when climbing a hill. But we should go there
with care and perhaps we will know what to do then.
Elendil slowly mounts Stormwind and turns his eyes against the hill
Tharkun
Well, whatever we decide lets decide it fast. We shall get little comfort from the hill, but it is better than waiting for our demise. Shadowfax and I will go ahead and check for any danger. Farewell my friends. Shadowfax, come on. Lets go.
(Tharkun speeds away on Shadowfax)
Morgoth Bauglir
An orc laughs silently as he slips back into the shadows, pleased that his enemies know nothing of his master's plan. Let the fools celebrate their "victory"; his soldiers will laugh merrily indeed as they slay these fools. Seeking adventure, are they? Then they shall find more than they expect in the end.
Tharkun
Tharkun and Shadowfax return unharmed, oblivious to the orc. Hey, friends, the hill is safe, for now... and I found this lonely traveller along the road. I read his mind, and it is not of evil. When I quizzed for his name, all the words he could speak were "minas morgul, minas morgul, help" shall we take him in our journeys? I vote yay.
Elendil
If he is from Minas Morgul and realised from there he will be a danger to us all and help to the enemy, for he could be followed and the foes from Minas Morgul cannot easily be defeated not even by our company with so many high names. But before we go forward I would say that we shalt choose a new leader since Gotrek is gone and that the most wise Radagast should lead us to find Gotrek and I beg you to choose fast for Gotrek may well be under torture in this very moment.
Elendil stand still waiting for what the others will say
Heliona
I agree with Elendil. Radagast is the wisest and the most able leader we could have. I will follow his counsel in the matter of this stranger. Although I believe he may be dangerous, maybe we should give him the benefit of doubt.
Radagast
"Those who walk under the shadow of the broken and defiled Tower of the Moon shall never escape the grasp of its masters as long as they keep running. This man shall be a threat to us all, for surely the Eye of the Enemy is upon him, for none walk free of His strongholds unless He has allowed it."
Radagast towered over the shaking man as the wretch repeated the dark name over and over again, "Minas Morgul..." The Wizard then pronounced his doom, "Give him a spare dagger or sword, rations of food, and an extra cloak. Then send him on his way. Should the Orcs choose to follow him, they will first need to deal with the Company. If his heart is truly not tainted with evil, he will find his way to peaceful lands south of here and he may then forget the Darkness that he has seen."
The quaking man could only stammer at Radagast's words, and though harsh they seemed at the time, all knew that taking the refugee with the Company would be of little service to him and a grave threat to those who hunted the Orcs. The man was given a warm cloak of woodland colours, and it was woven by the Elves in far-off lands. A short sword with a keen blade was laid in a scabbard by his side and an extra bundle of food was given to him.
The wretch drank of his water and nibbled on bread even as Radagast commanded, "Be off, for those that you dread even now lie in the valley beyond the hills!" He then placed his hand upon the head of the man and whispered a spell of warding so that the Eye might not perceive him, at least for a while. With that, the poor fellow started down the road, seeking his own destiny far from the cries of battle and the gleam of cold steel.
Evening was not far off, and the sky was draped in grey palls that threatened rain before the night began. The Wizard was gravely concerned for the day had passed too quickly and the Company was still on the open road and visible to prying eyes from the surrounding woods and the air above.
Radagast pointed to a line of crumbling hills that stretched off to the right and continued far ahead, while saying, "Those are the foothills of the Gravel Teeth Ridges that sweep northward of these woods before arcing westward, encompassing the valley that harbours our enemy. Somewhere to the Northeast should lie the upper falls of the Frostdeep Stream. We should make for that point, but we will not reach it until late the next day. We will not travel by night, for the Orcs have eyes of cats and would have the advantage. We must keep to the hills, as the trees will provide some shelter - and light no fires unless the option is death!"
The company murmured in agreement and set off even as the sun closed upon the murky, grey shadows in the west.
Minas Morgul
*Several hours later, in the middle of the night, the man that the company had sent off earlier returned*
Help, I seek refuge. A small band of wandering Orcs ambushed me. My sword is stained with the blood of my enemy, and ever does it seek for more. I assure you, I would be a great help to you in your battles. I have seen many gruesome battles before, a few more wont harm me. And no, I pose no danger to you. As Tharkun said, he senses no evil in me. At least take me into your company for now. If something bad happens, you may do with me as you wish. But please, take me with you now, and be prepared for battle, for more Orcs may be lurking around us.
Thauron
At the moment that the morgul man offered his sword, a band of 10 Orcs, wearing the Red Eye, crashes through the bushes and jumps out in full view.
Heliona draws her bow, and fires three quick shots. Tharkun draws his axe and quickly swipes the head off of the nearest orc. Morgul man draws his blade, but backs off into the shadows, away from the fighting. Elendil makes short work of the large captain. The remaining five Orcs run away.
Elendil surveys the camp,
"Is everyone alright?"
Morgul man comes out of the shadows, but as he does, a knife darts from the direction the Orcs ran. It stabs him in the thigh.
Elendil
Radagast hurries to the man, but it is to late, the blade had poison on it, a little present from the Orcs and the man sunk down to the ground. Radagast stand still with his head bent and say a little prayer. Then he tells out orders and says that the threat of staying is bigger and that they should take the change of keep walking among the hills with the goal to come to the upper falls of the Frostdeep Stream. Then he tells Elendil and Heliona to go before to scan the area. As they return Elendil says:
We didn’t see much because of the dark but there are no enemies in front of us, for about some miles, but we did hear a noise as from great birds crossing the skies a mile from here and our harts felt frozen like ice as it crossed the sky. What shalt we do?
Radagast
The Wizard's face grew pale at this news, and he said in a heavy voice, "It is as I feared - one of the Nine is the master of our foes and the hunters may yet become the hunted."
Radagast frowned, and continued, "But not yet, at any rate." He reached into his satchel and drew out a handful of shiny beads of quartz crystals. The waters of the fountains in Lorien had polished these stones and had spells of enchantment laid over them by the brown Wizard. Each crystal gleamed in the starlight, yet was murky as white mare's tail clouds within.
Radagast spoke sternly, "Each of you shall take one of these crystals and keep it at all cost! For they shall turn the senses of the Nine as long as you do not walk plainly into their sight. Though they shall also cloud the vision of Orcs, they will do little to hide our scent. Walk quickly with me now! Into the deeper trees we must travel; perhaps a few of us shall get a chance to rest a bit before morning."
Shadowfax
I agree! Radagast will make a fine leader. Shadowfax is at your command!
Radagast places on the crystal in Shadowfax's mouth and tells him to keep it between his cheek and gum. (I don’t have pockets)
Thanks Radagast, I'll try not to swallow it!
It seems Gotrek is lost, I wonder if we'll ever see him alive again?
Lead on Rad...............
Tharkun
Well, Shadowfax. Even if Radagast is the new appointed leader, I hope you will not reconsider bearing me.... I mean I have been the only one to tame you. Gandalf to the men, Tharkun to the dwarves you know...
Shadowfax
I have carried you before Tharkun, and will again! When the need arises we shall fly!!!!!!
Heliona
I will take your crystal, and gladly, Radagast, for I feel as though there is great evil watching us. We must hurry!
White Shadow
*They walk swiftly along, following Radagast, their leader, on his noble steed, Duskwind*
I don't suppose anyone has thought that this could be a trap? I mean, Gotrek has been captured, perhaps to lure his companions, who are more dangerous to the Enemy, into the Dark Lord's grasp. I believe that although speed is of a necessity, caution is also. We must beware anything that appears to be of lucky coincidence.
Elendil
A trap maybe, bur with the crystals of Radagast we shalt not be seen by the enemy, if we don’t walk like blindly fools right into the view of their eyes. And if it is a trap, we may well be able to sneak past those who try to catch us if we are careful. But silence now and walk quickly, for time is important and Gotrek is still gone.
Tom Fool of a Took
Radagast's crystals will do much for us and make it easier for me to do any sneaking or thieving that may be needed. But now we must head off.
Tharkun
Yes. These crystals will help. Let us be off very swiftly, though I feel we will meet up with that strange man once more...
Elendil
As the company walks in shelter by the trees, a dark creature sneaks among the treetops, searching and looking. But he doesn’t need to search anymore, because he has found them now. He smiles and is almost near laughter; the death of Radagast and Tharkûn would be very joyful to his master. He swiftly runs away, looking forward to tell his master that he has found the company of Gotrek and that they are trying to hide from them with some sort of "elf stuff". But the eyes of this creature have seen too much and the creature has lived to long to be fooled. And as he leaves, he cannot hold back laughter.
Tharkun
Shhhhhhhh. I think I heard something.... did anybody else? Look, up in the tree. Quick grab a bow!! Shoot that creature down now!
Radagast
The bowstring sang, and there was a muffled curse from the trees, but the beast, though wounded, was not felled and ran on.
Radagast reached into his satchel and drew forth an ivory wolf fang that was traced in runes and hollowed out to make a whistle of sorts. He blew into, but the Company heard no sound. A long moment passed, and then a shaggy grey wolf crept out of the tangled undergrowth. Bows were drawn; the beast showed no evil and nodded once at Radagast, as if in respect. It then flashed its fangs and dove off after the enemy, snarling with unnatural hunger. Other wolf cries came up from the rocky crests that loomed to the north and towered upon the Company's right flank.
Radagast spoke in haste, "The wolves should keep our spy busy, and I doubt he will recall many details of his encounter should he even return to his masters alive. But if he falls, others may come looking for him - whatever he was. When dawn comes, we must decide our plans and our lot will be cast. For now, we must leave this place!"
The Company resumed their march to the North, but the falls of Frostdeep still lay far off in the mists that followed the night rain. The wolves continued to howl, and all were sick of heart. Radagast walked at the head of the party, but said little for his mind was on the tasks ahead.
Tharkun
Good job all. Hopefully we will be safe from any more spies...(Tharkun caught up to Radagast)
Radagast, my dearest friend. What shall we do? Bring these people into battles untold and unknown? For what do we search besides our dear companion, who could be dead? Should we not give them the option of returning, with my dear horse Shadowfax? We can continue alone if we must. What say you on these matters?
Tharkun looks back at the rest of his comrades...
Thorondor
Even as Tharkun's words reached the Wizard’s ears, there was strife to their east. The Eagles of Thorondor had been in battle about the slopes of the mountains for nearly two days. The first day they threw hordes of Orcs down the eastern side of the range, and on the second day something darker came. Great naked and reeking beasts, and upon them rode dark captains, who wielded their deadly weapons with clean blows. Many noble birds that had lived long and grown wise fell dead, and their kin wept. The dark beasts were relentless it seemed.
But in the end, the dark birds were defeated, and they retreated to the northeast. It seemed as if that was but the beginning though. And there was little celebration on the mountains. Grief and sorrow was all there was. And among this gloom, Thorondor felt the pain most and strongest. He was not injured too terribly, save by his grief, which grounded him. There he looked upon the fell bodies of his kin, and at last came upon the body of Silverwing, who had wandered into the battle while scouting for Radagast, and had been struck by a mace and engulfed in the Black Breath. Thorondor spoke thus:
"Most young and noble bird! If I could give thee what life is left in me, I would, for it is too sad that I, who has been long in Middle-earth, should outlive thou. O cruel darkness! Manwe! My king! We are lost in will, and weakened in spirit!"
And then Silverwing spoke: "Thorondor, I wish not for thine grief and pity, for I have served my master well, and fought the darkness to my extents. I am content; do not weep my friend. You have long been my mentor, model, and I have always respected you. Radagast will not wither away from such evil deeds, as you have not; he will come." Silverwing was then silent, and Thorondor feared the worst. He knew that Radagast most likely held remedies for his bird, but Thorondor knew not where he was, or if Silverwing would last.
Thorondor then called for all of the eagles to gather the bodies of the dead, and a ceremony was held. Many ancient chants of grief, of such not heard since Beren once sung, rose up in the tongues of the birds. But they were interrupted by scouts, who had spotted a horde of Orcs carrying a prisoner East, to the pass through the Valley of Gann, from which the Frostdeep Stream flowed. There were also Trolls, strong and ferocious, that guarded the trails of the Gravel Teeth. But most of all they had heard the howls of wolves, and they were very different from Wargs. They were good wolves, and their howls were codes, and Thorondor knew them and what they meant of the prisoner.
Thorondor hastily brought the ceremony to a close, and ordered his kin for departure, though he knew they were weary. Thorondor himself bore Silverwing's body in a pouch woven of elven threads. But time was running out for Silverwing, even as Orcs took hold of the Gravel Teeth and unseen and unknown darkness gathered in the East.
Heliona
*The company walked along cautiously. Heliona looked up into the sky, spying with her Elven eyes something small and high up*
"Look," she whispered to Radagast, "up there, it looks like Thorondor, and he is carrying Silverwing." She drew her sword, and it glowed with it's own light, attracting the attention of the eagle's sharp eyes. He began to spiral down. "I wonder what tidings he brings."
Radagast
The Wizard looked grim, and stated, "Silverwing is near death - I can tell that from afar. I may be able to help him, but the Eagles are far fewer in number than there should be. Perhaps they have encountered the Nazgul..."
Even as Thorondor and the Eagles flew closer, Radagast spoke to the Company, "I feel that it is safe at last to speak my mind, for the Eagles and Wolves have driven the Enemy from the paths which we came. We are safe, for now, but the valley is still filled with servants of the Lidless Eye."
Radagast than gestured to the north, and the glimmer of the Frostdeep falls could be scene in the failing light of day. He said, "The Frostdeep drains from the vast Starmire Lake that lies in a hollow in the Hills. Its empty waters are dark and cold and are flanked by gravely shores that no Orc shall ever travel for there is nothing there for good or for evil."
He went on, "The Gravel Hills quake now and then with tremors from the depths of the earth, and the Starmire Lake overflows its banks and floods the valley below when this happens. But the ground has not moved in years here, and the Enemy knows little of the lore of this land. My plan was simple, until Gotrek was captures. We would reach the Frostdeep falls and Starmire and I would cast a spell to send the lake's waters crashing down the lower hills through which we just passed and flood the valley below. The water might only be a few feet deep, but if done at night many of our foes would drown in their sleep. But my plan is not perfect, for Gotrek may be among them and he would surely die with them."
The Eagle flew closer, and Radagast looked on, saying, "I had planned for the warriors in the party to attack the Orcs after the waters receded and the Enemy was confused and vulnerable. But for now, we must await the Eagles and whatever tidings we bring. Either way, we are safer near the waters of the Starmire."
The Company then turned to the face the Eagles as they descended among the heroes.
Thorondor
Thorondor landed on the ground softly enough as to not injure Silverwing, though he knew not if he still lived. The other Eagles landed around the company and on the nearby trees. The spirits of the company rose, though only because many thought that there were surely more Eagles to come, and that all evil would dodge any such lands that they flew over. But it was not so, and they soon realized the gloom that lay on the hearts of the Eagles. Night approached.
Silverwing still lived, though none knew how much longer. Thorondor watched Radagast bring forth medicines and wield many spells over and on the body of Silverwing, but none seemed to work. "He has taken the Black Breath my friend, as I'm sure you can tell," said Thorondor. "I fear the worst for him."
But Radagast toiled more, and would not give up. In the meanwhile, Thorondor told of the events that had transpired ere he left, and of the costly victory against the Nazgul. "They bore maces of cold black steel, and ruthlessly attacked us. Luckily, I was there, as well as Landroval, Gwaihir, Farseeker, Quendir, and many other great Eagles. But Gwaihir has been slain along with many others; and there are those still that have been just injured. I have wounds, and I have bled; but I have not withered nor do I wish to. My strength is here and I will fight the darkness for as long as I am able."
With those words Radagast stopped his attempts at healing Silverwing. All supposed that he was beyond hope, and was slowly passing into the realm of death. "I fear as well..." the wizard paused. "I fear as well that we may be under similar chances, unless we make haste to the Starmire." Landroval then intervened:
"Radagast, many errands I have served you, and many still between my brothers. So I ask that you use your powers and heal our wounded as best as you can," Landroval then looked down at Silverwing. "I shan't end up like him if I can. I feel pity for him. He entered the battle unknowingly, and we have as yet to call a true victory. I say let his death not be in vain!" But Silverwing was not dead. And Radagast knew it, as well as Thorondor.
Radagast and Heliona went through the flock and used their powers to heal and moralize the Eagles. Then it was time to make plans. Thorondor perched on a rock, as the wizard sat on a flat stone under the branches of a tree. Their eyes were deep and brought forth both wisdom from those who looked into them as well as from within. And Thorondor spoke: "So you deem we should head towards this lake? I have some knowledge of it, though I have not as much confidence in your plan, begging your pardon. Nevertheless, I trust you, Radagast, and will follow you wherever you go. But the Valley of Gann, where the Starmire lies and the Frostdeep is born, is not the only place where foul things hide."
The Eagle was right, and Radagast knew it. They had yet to get through the trolls guarding the Gravel Teeth. And the Nazgul would return, and their wrath would be greater than that which had ever been in that realm. Night was in full now, and a stench came from the East. The howls of the wolves of Radagast were silenced by some evil art, and the company was afraid...
Shadowfax
Tharkun! Sharpen your weapon and prepare for war! It won't be long before we ride into battle!
I can hardly wait to trample those foul creatures!
Gotrek
On the horizon a small figure could be seen, his axe shinning in the moonlight. He staggered as if wounded towards the company and it wasn't until he reached the company that they recognised him. Gotrek had returned.
"I take it I have a lot of explaining to do. I had left the group on my own accord. I had an important errand to run. When the Orcs attacked us, I feared the worst for my family that were in the village we were heading for. Fear took hold of me and I had to go and see if they were all right. AS I had thought, they had been massacred by the Orcs."
On saying this, he brought something out of his bag that was hidden by a large brown rag. He took off the rag to reveal a crown. It was encrusted with gems and made from the best silver, gold and mithril.
"I'm now the king of Karaz-Durn, a dwarf stronghold on the edge of the elf-lands. The purpose of this venture is to aid my people against Him. A party of dwarves including my family were to meet us in the village but I arrived too late to do anything."
He then gets another item, shaped like an unstrung bow, also wrapped up and approaches Heliona and gives it to her.
"I believe this belongs to you."
She unwraps it and relieves and elven bow. As soon as she sets her eyes on it, a tear comes to her eye. Astonished she asks Gotrek a question.
"Where did you get this, this is our family heirloom which was lost over 50 years ago when Orcs attacked our homeland."
"It was not lost your father gave it as a gift to my father we came to your aid against the Orcs. We attacked them from behind and routed them until every last one of them was killed. In thanks your father gave us it as a gift in secret. My father was going to give it to you to relive that alliance once again."
With this he sat back down, remembered the arrow in his leg and pulled it out.
"It will take a little more than that to take out a dwarf."
He then passes out.
Tharkun
Quick, somebody get some athelas. Gotrek has returned! Now, as for these present troubles...Radagast, I seek your council.
Heliona
Heliona quickly kneels beside the fallen Dwarf, and pulls out a small bag from her cloak. "I have some dried athelas. I will do what I can to help him."
After a while, the Dwarf recovered slightly and Heliona helped him onto White Shadow. "I have done all I can here. He needs rest. We must get to safety." She turns toward Radagast and Tharkun, her unusually brown eyes looking very worried.
Morgoth Bauglir
As Morgoth hears the tidings of his dark messengers in the midst of Angband, a smile comes to his face, appearing as a shadow more fearsome to behold than all his armies in battle. He rises, and all but the mightiest in the hosts below cringe, fearing that his gladness comes from some impending wrath against one of them; he smiles all the more for this. As he comes down from his dark throne, all move aside. He selects a pack of Sauron's most evil werewolves and a small group of imprisoned Men, and brings them together to the top of a dark hill, bidding Sauron and any servants who will a.
There Morgoth slays the Men as they stand, in two strokes so vicious that even the Orcs look away in horror. Then he begins a necromantic ritual with Sauron's help so hideous that all the servants look away in horror and know nothing of what happens, save that even in death the Men are heard to scream across all Morgoth's land, and that a red light, smoke, and the smell of death covers all around them. Only Sauron and the Balrogs mark what occurs, and what they think who can say?
When all stops and the land returns to its normal dead blackness, the Werewolves' eyes shine a bright yellow, and they shimmer and fade from near-invisibility to their normal fearsome, animal appearances. Then Morgoth is heard to speak:
Now thou wilt see with thy own eyes, and with the vision of wraiths and living Men. So shalt thou track those "adventurers" by smell, and finding them know them by the sorceries which Radagast has given them in foolishness for their protection. For he alone has been in Lorien recently, and this spell comes from there. Go now, and return not until your quest is completed, so thou canst tell me where my servants may find their bodies. For I have granted thee one other power: that those thou slay shall tarry there awhile ere they are released, and they shall be dealt with thus:
He steps aside and the darkness around him lifts to reveal the bodies of the prisoners at his feet, writhing silently in streams of blue fire. The death of mortals is no bar to the Dark Lord's vengeance, and so shall their punishment for moving against him be, and likewise the Istari who have aided them. Thus also will be the price of his servants' failure, these werewolf-wraiths know, though he says not so, and they go quickly to follow his orders.
Gotrek
As the group ride away to a near wood, Gotrek awakens.
"Not that way, towards the village."
He points to the horizon where there is a wisp of smoke rising. The others are anxious to what is there. Is the village on fire or is it just a large beacon attracting the attention of passers-by. They make their way to the village where there is a big fire in the centre and people gathered round throwing on orc bodies and others mourning over the dead. Gotrek gets off White Shadow and proceeds into the village.
"Look around if you want, I need to clear up a few things. I will talk to the elders and if you need any equipment, I'm sure they will give it to you. Meet back at the fire at about late evening."
Radagast
Radagast grumbles at Gotrek in a good-nature manner, "Dwarves! They wander off without warning, take a handful of arrows, and somehow keep going! Ah, well, at least none of those arrows were poisoned."
The Brown Wizard then departs to tend the wounded in the village, and many have suffered from venom wounds at the hands of the Orcs. But Radagast's powers are great, and many he was able to heal even after all others had given up hope. But not all could be saved, and so he granted them the gift of peace so that they could pass from Middle Earth without suffering.
The day grew long as the Company assisted the townsfolk in the aftermath of the Orcish raid and they were weary as evening fell. Gotrek's arrow wound again began to trouble him, but the stout Dwarf said nothing for his injury would soon be naught but another scar.
Radagast searched the bodies of the fallen Orcs that had not yet been burned as he looked for any deeper reasons behind their actions. He took any supplies that remained, and saw tokens of their master, Morgoth the Fallen Valar of old, for each Orc's shield was branded with an iron crown.
Radagast then spoke to the assembled Company, "These Orcs are of the same army that lay in the valley beneath the Gravel Tooth Ridges, for they all share the same gear. After these losses, I suspect that the Orcs there will be on the move again, either filled with fear or a lust for revenge. Either way, we should remain here for now to re-supply, seek new recruits, and make certain that the servants of the Enemy do not return."
The Wizard then drew the Company away from the villagers in the town square and dropped his voice as he said, "I must warn you that the Orcs know much of us - too much!"
With that, he revealed to them a handful of shiny metal disks, each traced with circles of foul runes used in the Black Lands. He spoke, "The Orcs are an ignorant and superstitious breed, and they keep these disks to ward off the powers of Wizards. They do little good, of course, but the Orcs do not know that. Regardless, each Orc was carrying several of these wards, so they must know something of the nature of our Company to be so fearful of magic. We must be on guard, for the Enemy will surely find some way to combat us. If Orcs fail, he will find more terrible servants to use."
There were worried murmurs and downcast faces in the Company, but Radagast tried to keep their spirits up. "Do not grow fearful - not yet! Gotrek's return was unlooked for by the Enemy, nor was he prepared for our journey to this town. But we cannot remain here too long, lest those who tell the Enemy of the failure of his Orcs also bring him news of our whereabouts."
The Company than returned to their work of gathering supplies and guarding the town for the night even while others rested for the long days ahead.
Gotrek
Gotrek made his way back to the centre of the village.
"We will move off in the morning, this will be our last night in beds for about 3-4 days. We are going to Karaz-Durn to have council there, we have stepped into something bigger than I imagined. Also I had a word with the elders and we can help ourselves to anything we need."
Two stout men came up to Gotrek and whispered something in his ear.
"If you will excuse me, get some rest you'll need it in the morning."
With this he left them once again. Something wasn't right with the way Gotrek was behaving all of a sudden. He was held highly by the inhabitants but for what reason, only time would tell.
Anriel Mendereth
Hope I'm not too late. I am a warrior from a far off country that no one has ever heard of and I am looking for a bit of adventure. OK I'm a girl, but someone has to break the tradition of Men being the heroes in ME and follow in Eowyn's stead!
Radagast
The Wizard greets the newcomer with open arms, "Welcome Mendereth! As they say, the more the merrier - thought that doesn't apply to Orcs and such! Get whatever supplies you think you will need from the rather agreeable townsfolk here and rest if you need to. We will be off by morning."
Heliona
Heliona looks around at her companions. “I’ve just realised that you don’t really know anything about me, and I know quite a lot about a few of you. I think, to allay any later suspicions, I’d better tell you something about myself, while we have time.”
Heliona makes herself more comfortable, and begins.
“It was in the days of my father’s, father’s, father's mother that the Istari came to Middle-Earth. As you know, three of them remained there, two of which are our friends,” she smiles at Tharkun and Radagast. “The other two, the blue Wizards, left to go east, and nothing more were heard of them. Well, I can tell you a small part of Alatar’s story. He arrived at our forest and stayed, thanks to my great-great-grandmother. They had a son, my great-grandfather. When he was old enough, Alatar had Gotrek’s ancestors make a sword for him, and on the sheath he put three green stones. The sword he embodied with his own magic and it glowed with its own light. Alatar named it Valenceder, which means “strong and swift,” but my great-great-grandmother called it Cirthalion in our own tongue. My great-grandfather, when he saw how it shone, also called it Feasil, “the spirit that shines like silver.” His uncle was a great bow-maker, and made this bow for him,” Heliona lovingly strokes the bow that Gotrek gave to her. “It is called Lincu, because it sings when arrows are shot. Not long after my great-grandfather had received the bow, Alatar and his wife left our forest and continued east, and nothing has been heard of them since. The sword and the bow have been passed down through the family, to the eldest son. I, however, have no siblings, so I have received them. As Gotrek said, my father gave the bow to the Dwarves, perhaps foreseeing this adventure, I do not know. My father was slain soon after I was born by an Orc, and my mother left westwards as soon as I was old enough to be left on my own. I did not stay in the forest, but travelled far and wide, and thus have been called Ranedhel, the wandering elf, and, indeed, I have not been in this part of Middle-Earth for some time.
“Well, that is my tale, some of it, anyway. The rest must wait for more cheerful days, I fear. Now we need supplies and rest, for I foresee a long and hard adventure ahead of us.”
Shadowfax
Welcome Mendereth! I'm sure your sword will be of use to this party. Now is the time for rest for I fear we will not get another chance again for a while.
*Shadowfax looks to the sky*
Radagast, something is coming this way! I'm not sure what it is, it is too distant.
Gotrek
"I see we have a new recruit. I thank you for joining us in our quest. I say that we get some rest now and we move off in the morning."
Gotrek led the company to a building that still stood. It seemed to be an inn but unfortunately the innkeeper was not there. The beds were comfortable and the party soon fell victim to Sleep. During the night Gotrek came round to everyone and woke them up.
"Something has arisen, we must move at once. We are going to Karaz-Durn, there I will be able to explain what is going on and here is not the place. Collect your gear and eat a little we have a tiresome journey ahead of us."
They made their way to the edge of the village. Gotrek was starting to be quite anxious, his axe was always in his hand but also he would take Heliona aside and speak with her. When her companions asked her what he said, her would not reply. They all wondered what had happened to Gotrek when he disappeared. They still however followed him for he was very convincing and authority
"Right, we move towards the east and prepare your weapons, we may have an encounter on our way, bandits use these roads but also Orcs are abroad so stay alert. Anriel, I believe that you shall be a great asset to the company. Take this gift from me, I hope that it will prove useful."
He took her sword and removed a stone from his pocket. He pressed the stone against the bottom of the hilt. A great heat came from the sword and once it cooled gave it back to her.
"This rune will guide you. Now my friends let us move east."
Tharkun
"I have returned. So, Gotrek, for what else do we go to where you want?
I have been gone, as you know, and I have held councils with many friends of Elrond. All of whom have been very well hidden among the forests. So tell us, what is going on, my friend Gotrek...
Gotrek
"All in good time, we must make haste. If we encounter the enemy, we fight only to get through them and onto Karaz-Durn. There everything will be explained."
They started on their way making good ground. Suddenly there was a scream from the skies. Instinctively, Heliona put an arrow to her bow and let the deadly shaft fly. There was a different type of scream and the being landed in front of them. It got up onto its feet and it scaled many feet above them. Each one of the warriors had the fear of death on their faces. A dark dragon from the black mountains had been sent to rip them to pieces.
"This dragon has been tormenting my homeland for many years now, friends, help me destroy this foul beast once and for all."
Radagast
The great Dragon, known as Lucidon to the Enemy, circled above the Company, its black-scaled flanks glistening in the pale light of morning. Vast was this creature, and its wings cast shadows like those of brooding storm clouds. The Dragon fell upon the Company, smoke swirling from its nostrils and flames flickering along its ashy sides as the treetops were seared at its passing.
A wind picked up as those of town scrambled into action, for none expected this turn for the worse. Even Radagast and Thorondor were caught unaware of the Dragon's sudden assault. The Eagles rose from the trees and headed for their enemy, and they knew that many would face death on this day.
As the warriors notched their bowstrings and drew their enchanted blades, Radagast stood facing the oncoming beast, leaning a bit on his staff. The wind ruffled the robes of the wizard, and he appeared as a dark and almost ghostly shadow in the bleak dawn. He shook his head and spoke sadly and to himself, "What an evil fate this is, yet fate alone may not have sent him to us..."
The Brown Wizard knew that his spells of animal enchantment would have no effect on a Dragon of the Enemy, but he had more direct ways of harming such a creature. He raised his staff to the heavens and pointed his other hand at the flying shadow. Radagast called out a spell of ruin, and his hands were engulfed in blue-white fire.
A second later, a great thunderbolt leapt from his outstretched fingers and slammed into the Dragon. Even as the bolt hit home and the Dragon screamed in pain, the Eagles fell upon the beast, and battle was joined.
Peregin2k
This adventure won't be fun without me. So count me in, Peregin2k at your service. There must be someone with intelligence in the party!
Thorondor
Lucidon wailed a moment, as the Wizard's power scorched its scales, and the Eagles tore at him with their beaks and talons. Landroval flew down upon the dragon, and bit into its neck; but he was in turn violently knocked down to the top of a tree. Lucidon regained his confidence, and turned to the company below.
He held a position hovering above them, and after a deep breath, he spewed fire unto the company. Gotrek held his shield strong, and did not cower away from the heat. Heliona and the others kept behind rocks, but many were still burned. Radagast was engulfed in fire, and no one could clearly see his figure. Lucidon breathed again, and this time his flames were hotter and mightier than before; and the Eagles were dispersed.
The Wizard could not be seen amidst the fire, but there were no cries heard. Again he sent his flames spewing, and the Company was lost in confusion and fear. Gotrek's shield was black and it burned his hand; he yelled, and swung his axe blindly upwards.
Then Thorondor regrouped his flock and distracted the dragon. The flames were then gone as the Eagles battled the dragon, and Heliona drew her bow. Radagast was gone! The fire was gone and the Wizard with it. All thought the worst and that he was burned into a fine ash of some wizard-sort, and grief took them. But then they were suddenly amazed...
Radagast
... For the Brown Wizard, master of hues, colours, and many illusions, had not been standing where the Dragon's last bolt of fire had landed. It was only an image of himself, bound to his will, but completely non-existent.
Again the Wizard hurled a bolt of lightning at the Dragon, but it was less mighty than before, for Radagast's powers were worn and not even Gandalf himself could send a out a rain of fire unending.
Lucidon dodged the energy bolt and then ignited a brave Eagle who had the courage to attack the foul creature's eyes, and the poor bird fell from the sky. The Dragon again fired at Radagast, and the Wizard looked slightly to his right as the bolt raced towards him. The Elves in the party noted that Radagast seemed to shimmer for a moment, as if he was not really there, and then the fireball crashed into him and obscured the illusion of the Wizard in flames.
But Lucidon was not to be fooled. His unearthly gaze noted the eye gestures of the mage and he quickly sent another stream of fire into a cluster of scrubby trees. There was a scream, and a blue-white flash that faded and changed to blood red as the flames slammed into Radagast's magical shielding and stunned the Wizard. A black cloud of smoke rose up to blend with the ashy haze that had turned dawn to dusk, and then a swirling pillar of fire stretched up to the heavens.
And Radagast fell.
Though none could tell at the time, the Brown Wizard was still alive, but he lost consciousness as he used the last of his strength to stop the Dragon's flames from consuming him. He lay still in the charred thicket, his robes blackened and his staff still clutched in his hands.
But Lucidon did not know that the Wizard still lived, for he believed that the most dangerous enemy was dead and the others would soon follow. He now turned his attention to the other members of the Company...
Tharkun
STOP the worn and tired wizard of white said to the dragon. The dragon had just considered this traveller to be another lonely beggar, but was surprised when Tharkun cloak was cast back and he was revealed in all of his glory. For, Tharkun knew inside that his dear friend was still breathing. So, he at once forgot his troubles with Gotrek and fired an attack so mighty, and so deadly that the dragon fell dead in his tracks.
"Wow, that takes a lot out of a wizard", the Istari said. Radagast is still with us, help him as much as can be done whilst I rest and think.
Heliona
Heliona rushes to the side of the blackened wizard and helps him as best she can. He gradually regains consciousness and manages to sit up, looking around, dazed.
Heliona looks relieved "Phew! I thought we'd lost you there!"
White Shadow
"I HATE Dragons!" she says as she cautiously goes over to inspect the dead dragon. "They're really foul smelling!" White Shadow then walks over to Tharkun. "Are you all right? You don't look so good, a bit peaky. Do you want Heliona to look at you?"
Shadowfax
I also hate dragons! Especially this foul worm, for he has eaten many of my kin in Rohan! Fantastic job everyone! I wonder where its lair is? There may be some useful artefacts in it if we could locate it.
But before we do anything we must tend to the injured. Radagast, how are you?
In the HEAT of battle, that wizard shines!
Tharkun
My, my, he certainly does. Chuckles to himself a little from some long lost joke or tale... Well, great work everybody...
Now, where did that Gotrek run off to this time?
Radagast
The worn wizard slowly regains his footing and leans heavily on his staff as the smoke rises and fades. The edges of his brown robes have been turned as black as ash, but they had not burned through. Duskwind keeps near his master, and the horse's eyes seem to hold tears - or is that some trick of the light?
Radagast shakes his head and coughs to clear his throat of the cinder clouds that engulfed him. He then weakly says, "Too close... That was much too close... Another blast like that would have been too much..."
He walks over to a nearby rock and sits down, for he is still shaky on his feet and his staff slips clumsily from his fingers. He asks for water to clear his mind of the flames and one of the Company gladly heads off to find some for him.
Eventually, he returns and Radagast drinks and says, "It seems we have won, and not at great cost, for the Dragon seemed driven on by another force. Careless was he to underestimate his enemies." He coughs deeply again, and then went on, "My powers are weak for now - I can only offer you words for the next days. Let there be no Dragons until then!"
He looks across the assembly Company and sees that not all are present. He then asks of Tharkun, "Where is Gotrek, for was this Dragon not one of his chief foes? I would think he would be here, perhaps claiming a tooth or claw of the beast as his own?"
None had an answer.
Thorondor
From the sky, Thorondor could see the area of destruction. The dragon had burnt a rather large area of pleasant wood about a league northeast of the village. Thorondor set down by Radagast. He looked around the company. "Landrov
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Gotrek
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OOC. Can someone give me a hand here please?
across the assembly Company and sees that not all are present. He then asks of Tharkun, "Where is Gotrek, for was this Dragon not one of his chief foes? I would think he would be here, perhaps claiming a tooth or claw of the beast as his own?"
None had an answer.
Thorondor
From the sky, Thorondor could see the area of destruction. The dragon had burnt a rather large area of pleasant wood about a league northeast of the village. Thorondor set down by Radagast. He looked around the company. "Landroval is injured, and one of his brothers, Haldon, is slain." The Eagle hid his deep pain and continued. "But it is good that the company is not damaged beyond repair. Radagast, are you all right?" The wizard grumbles.
Thorondor knew to not meddle in the affairs of wizards, so he continued. "Where is Gotrek?" I see him not. In the battle, he was engulfed in the flames equally as much as you, though I see no evidence of his ruin. At any rate, I deem that we should go but another mile or so east, closer to the Frostdeep, where we may rest away from ashes, and have a steam nearby for water."
Heliona healed Landroval with her elven spells, while the others either looked for Gotrek in vain, or gathered the remanants of their packs, which were burned. The company prepared to set off, though they were reluctant to leave Gotrek, wherever he was. Radagast hid his weakness as best as he could, for he knew that the company needed his strength to sustain their own, especially without Gotrek, and with the Eagles still discouraged. Thorondor spoke: "I believe that it was Gotrek's intention to be heading this way, so we should trust his guidance."
So they set off. The path was only slightly visible; for the grass was wild, and the trees had grown thick roots that sprouted all over trail like veins. More than once, a member would stumble, causing for comic relief. But night had begun to approach, and it was a very dark night indeed. There was almost complete silence out in the woods and in the company.
Then strange sounds began to appear in the distance. At first there were the sounds of rapids, and Radagast knew that they were surely near the Frostdeep Falls, and thus nearer to the Starmire, and Karaz-Durn away up into the mountains. Indeed, the Eagles confirmed the wizard's suspicions, for though it was night, the eyes of anyone could have seen the moonlight gleaming on the lake's surface. Yet it still lay at least three leagues away, beyond the falls, as their source. At any rate, that was not all they heard.
Sounds of music came first to Thorondor's ears, and then to Heliona's. Radagast, unfortunately, was not his self as you could imagine. Thus it was not until the company drew nigh to the source that he, along with the others, was aware of the music. And glorious music it was! Jolly and happy. There was more than one voice, and many were singing. Then the company saw lights ahead, along the path, and next to the falls. It came from a rather large two-story house, and there were many lights and moving shapes in the lower level. The silhouette of the ornate structure, holding a charm like that of Rivendell, was beautifully set amidst the background off falling water, that glistened in the moonlight. The site was breath-takingly enchanting; especially as opposed to the foul look of Lucidon earlier that day.
The place seemed so fair and pleasant that they had no fear, and ran forward. Heliona was first and she knocked at the door, and called hither any who would come. The door opened, and a stout, red-faced, joyful man gasped with jolly and said, "Hullo! Weary travellers, eh? I think we can remedy the former! Come in, come in!" The company, especially Radagast and Thorondor thought it odd that he saw the occasion so casual and invited them in. Nevertheless, his kind face, the beautiful music, and the warmth incited the others inside, before the wizard could deliver a word of caution. "Come in, come in!" the man repeated until all were inside.
But Radagast gave him a stern look, which drove him to say, "Well, come in when you are ready. In the meantime we shall be having food, water, jolly, and rest." With that, he stepped happily inside. Thorondor bade his kin to rest in the trees and gather strength. He himself spent a few secret words with Radagast and, unexpectedly to his Eagles, flew off into the dark sky, towards the northeast. A servant came out of the house at that moment, very young and timid. He was startled by the wizard's stern expression. "Sir, I come to stow your horses, sir." He called to Shadowfax, Duskwind, and the others, and brought them around the back to some kind of shed, where there were a few other steeds. They delighted in the company, and neighed all night!
Then the wizard gave a last, longing look into the sky at a small speck, and turned away as it vanished. He went inside...
Magpie Jen
...Where the warm red light of a cheerful fire welcomes the tired wizard. The party was making themselves comfortable at a group of rustic tables.
From out of nowhere, a black and white bird with a splendidly long tail drops smack into the middle of the adventuring group. With a flourish, the magpie sets a fine dagger of Elven-make before them. With a soft chortle to herself she says, "Did any of you misplace this wonderful weapon?"
Heliona's hand quickly goes to her pouch, a puzzled look crossing her fair features, "I swear that dagger was safely in my pouch." She gives the bird a steely look, "How did you come by it?"
Unperturbed, the magpie pushes the dagger back to its rightful owner. She pointedly ignores the Elf's question, and yet the astute amongst the group note the bird seems pleased with herself, and those amongst the group who understand the habits of magpies and their kin might rightly suspect the bird 'borrowed' the blade straight from Heliona's pouch. "Magpie Jen, at your service and your family's."
Magpie Jen cocks a beady black eye covertly over her shoulder and hisses to the travellers, "The blade, in fact everything about you folks, smells suspicious..." Her voice drops lower, "Smells like dragons, if I'm not mistaken. What manner of folk are you that keep acquaintance with the likes of them?"
Ringgamer
In a corner of the merry great hall, a green- and grey-clad figure sits watching, a cup in one hand, the other lying on the hilts of a hidden sword peeking from beneath a cloak. She marks the appearance of the strange Company and the variety of its members, as well as the rather charred look of old Radagast the Brown. For now, though, she remains silent and watchful, aloof from the merriment that seems to recklessly fill the hall. The time for asking questions or meddling in business not her own for curiosity's sake would come later.
Elendil
Elendil looks at the strange bird as he order in wine and says:
A curious bird I see. Maybe we are just tired travellers that have walked long and now want to rest in peace. I hope that you have noticed that these are dangerous times for small birds that come jumping in like you just did. However, perhaps someone else around this table has something to tell. Me myself am just a poor traveller and a humble servant.
Shadowfax
Ahhhh...a stable for the night. I see that there are a few other steeds housed here. I'll see what news I can gather from them as the evening progresses. Be careful everyone! We do not know what kind of people we will meet. Speak no haughty words and look out for one another.
Goodnight............
Morgoth Bauglir
At last, the wraith-werewolves of Morgoth find their way to the sleeping Travellers. They are in a small village, but that makes little difference to the creatures, intent on their target and safe in the knowledge that none who live here will behold them and resist, but rather flee.
At last, near midnight, the wolves approach the house where they sense Radagast and the elven crystals. He will sense them as well when they enter the place, through his connections with animals, even the monsters of Morgoth, though they will not serve Radagast. They know this, but it will be too late. The chief of the creatures, a massive wolf, breaks easily through the thin door and runs growling upstairs, ignoring the shrieks of those they pass at the bar.
"The enemy is come!" says Radagast in a soft, but dark voice. He blocks the door as well as he can quickly, with Tharkun's help, then stands with the entire group, ready for battle.
Laurelanthalasa
Suddenly, streaks of silver imbedded themselves in the flanks of the fierce wolfhound. The company turned and saw a dark figure standing outside the tavern, a shining bow strung taut with another deadly arrow.
The wolves broke their ranks quickly, as the rest of the company began their assault.
Magpie Jen flew to the newcomer's shoulder.
"And just who may you be, newcomer?"
"I am Laurel, of Eriador, and my magic bow
and I are at your service."
Magpie Jen
"Most pleased to make your acquaintance!" Magpie Jen croaks hoarsely, gazing at the dead wolf, "I really mean that."
Amidst the shouting of the Adventurers and the howls of the wolves in pain, the magpie tucks her head behind Laurel's ear. But seeing the brave action of the company, she gathers up her courage and thinks to herself, "They may smell like Dragons and danger, but well..."
Instead of finishing the thought, the bird launches from the warrior's shoulder at the eyes of the nearest wolf!
Elendil
As Elendil hear how Radagast screams that the enemy is here, a giant creature breaks the door to his room. A second it waits and then attacks, Elendil throw himself down from the bed and in a second he holds Narsil in his hand. But as he looks into the eyes of the creature he sees only death and ruin. Then the wolf attacks and the struggle begin and Elendil tries to stay away from the sharp teeth of the beast. At last when the beast throw itself against Elendil, he throw himself down to the floor and run Narsil threw the beast hart has it jumps over him. He tries to rise and step out of the room for he still hears the sound of battle in the hall. But as he rises he notice that the beast has bit him in the left arm and that its blood all around the room. And as he reach the door, he collapse. And as a last try he screams for help, hoping that someone will hear and heal him
Ringgamer
A sword leaps out of the darkness and aids the flitting Magpie, neatly beheading the wolf that could have snapped the small bird in one chomp. The stranger in grey and green silently plunges into the battle, fighting alongside the band of travellers as if it were her fight all along. Smiling grimly at the sudden appearance of the elf archer, the stranger suddenly freezes at the sound of a yell from upstairs, in the corridors where the sleeping rooms of the inn lay. "Someone's hurt!" she cries. "Is he one of yours? Come, we have to help him! These are no mere wolves, and one bitten or mauled is in bitter danger!" Without waiting to see if anyone followed, she runs up the stairs calling for a light to be brought to Elendil's door.
Gotrek
Gotrek bursts into the house and up the stairs. He had heard Elendil's cries from outside and stormed into the room. He knelt beside him and removed a small vial from his backpack and poured its contents on the wound. Elendil winched in pain but soon after the wound started to heal.
"Sorry about that, I had to confirm where the dragon had come from. This foul beast doesn't usually leave its abode. Either somehow it was forced off its treasure hoard or something commanded it to leave. The journey on should be a lot safer now. I had a word with some friends who will secure our path ahead. I'm glad to see we have some new followers. I welcome you to this company and you shall all be greatly rewarded."
The rest of the party were getting edgy, Gotrek had been leaving the party on several occasions and suddenly he appeared again. They wanted answers.
"Ok, everybody get some sleep and tomorrow I shall explain everything."
Radagast
A worn-looking Radagast emerges from his chambers at the sounds of the wolf cries. Even as Gotrek rushes up the stairs past the wounded Elendil, a Wolf slinks up behind him, its eyes glowing with a hellish red hue.
The Wolf sees the Wizard and recognizes its chief prey. With a mighty leap, the beast kicks aside Gotrek and flies at Radagast. The Wolf's jaws slam shut on his staff, and there is a blinding flash as the teeth sink into the enchanted wood. The Wolf topples back down the stairs, slowly stands and shakes its head, and then snarls once more at the Dwarf and Wizard before heading back out into the night.
Radagast pauses to inspect Elendil's wounds. He shakes his head and speaks to the Dwarf, "The healing magic of the Dwarves can grant a man the strength of stone, but some blackness still lies upon our friend. It seems akin to the Black Breath, but less in strength - for now."
The Dwarf nods, and together they help Elendil stand and seat him on the upper floor and out of harm's way for the moment.
There were more cries from the darkened bedroom halls, and none could tell if there were of surprise or pain, but the walls were stained with red blood. Radagast calls for light, for the coming of the Wolves had cast darkness upon the whole Inn, but in the chaos, none could hear him.
Quickly, the two go to check upon their comrades, for it is not certain how many Wolves entered the Inn. In the room nearest the head of the stairs, they find the mangled bodies of a man and a woman - not members of the party, but the Wolves did not know that. Fearing the worst, Radagast and Gotrek go down the long hall to see what has become of their friends.
Even as they do so, Radagast states, "I am sure that there are more of these beasts out in the darkness, and they will tell their master of our whereabouts. The rest may hunt us by night once we leave this place, and these are no mere Wolves. There is something wholly unnatural about them, and their eyes flicker with more hatred than an animal should show..."
Gotrek
"I believe that it would be safer if we at least set up a few watches tonight, these creatures could easily strike again. But while we are all downstairs I shall explain to the fullest what is going on."
He reaches into his pack and pulls out a wooden mug followed by a small barrel of ale. He pours the ale into his mug, takes a swig and starts to talk.
"The reason for this trip was to aid my people again an attack that was being prepared on Karaz-Durn. Also I had to find an elf called Heliona. When I left suddenly, it was because of the orc attack. Orcs usually do not attack that area or even patrol that area. When I saw them, I had to go to the village in which we were going to meet my family. As I had expected, the Orcs had ransacked the village and slaughtered my family. I became king of Karaz-Durn and received the bow for Heliona. I was told by my father before he died that the group had to head to Karaz-Durn to talk about the situation and also I have to go to sort out the dispute of the kingship of my city. Heliona, I cannot tell you why you are so important to this expedition until we reach Karaz-Durn but please trust me on this. There every one of you will be in front of the council of these lands and from there, we will see what we have to do."
He finishes off his ale, puts his feet upon and stool and asks.
"Any questions?"
Ringgamer
"Only one." The stranger swept aside her grey cloak and placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. "Will you take a Ranger with your company?"
Several of the company eyed the woman suspiciously, as she had once again appeared out of nowhere. Gotrek had seen her attempting to aid Elendil, so he said nothing for the time being. Radagast wondered, "How does a Ranger find him - or herself - so far from home?"
She smiled grimly. "Rangers have no homes, and as for the distance - I would not be a Ranger if I did not range so far and wide. You have need of my skills, even you, great Radagast the Brown. Many call me Ringgamer, so you may also." She bowed deeply, respectfully, to the wizard and the newly crowned dwarf. "Will you have me?"
Gotrek
"You may join us, a ranger will be useful. However, I'm afraid that the best way you would help us is to join the other rangers."
The rest of the company look at him, puzzled was the look on most of their faces.
"Rangers have been our scouts since we left the village. I believe that our new companion best role would be our new leader of the rangers and also the one that would report back to us if something big or dangerous were heading our way. I hope that you accept. Any other questions?"
Shadowfax
Shadowfax was not idle during the attack. He heard the door being smashed in and rushed to see what was going on. Once he left the shed, two of the wolves assailed him. He managed to fend one off by kicking (crushing the wolves skull) and trampled the other under his hooves.
"I see we have more members to the company, good! It appears that we are fighting an unseen enemy; these wolves would not be so bold as to attack us behind closed doors! They must have had a spell placed on them or were created in order to slay us. These are no ordinary wolves."
A long wolf howl can be heard in the distance, another follows shortly after.
"Not all of the wolves were killed tonight. Tharkun and I will patrol the woods to see if any still linger around."
Tharkun and Shadowfax disappear into the night. A light rain begins to fall.
Tharkun
Whilst we were gone we saw many strange things. I am, to tell the truth, quite unnerved about some of them...
There is something queer about those things I think it best for us not to leave without the company of another person. A watch needs to be kept, defiantly.
Radagast, tell me, what say you on these matters?
Ringgamer
"Of course I accept. Gladly." Ringgamer smiles at the company, drawing her cloak around her. "And at Tharkun's news, I think I'll begin by patrolling around the perimeter. Perhaps I can find the tracks that would indicate which direction these wolves attacked from. And if there are any things out there, I will find them too."
Magpie Jen
Magpie Jen drops gently to the ground beside Ringgamer. She has evidently been playing close attention to the discussion and she wears as grave an expression as a magpie can. She ducks out of the way of Ringgamer's swirling cloak as the Ranger prepares for perimeter watch.
The bird flies to the open door, perches on top of it, peers back into the chaos that the wolves created of her comfy Inn and then peers out into the cold, wet and dark night. She sighs, "Well, I can see there's no help for it. You'll need my protection, Ranger."
Ringgamer covers a smile, realising the bird is in earnest. But there is little doubt in the Company's minds as to who would be protecting whom.
Elendil
Elendil steps out to the company, supporting on a tall wood staff. He looks pale but starts to talk with a calm voice:
Never before have I seen such beasts like these that attacked us this night and I must say that I suspect that a great enemy has sent them here. Now, I will not be to much good use in battle as I’m now, despite the good heeling you gave me, my arm still feels stiff and cold. But don’t fear for me, for remember that in my veins floats the blood from Luthien and I’m also the last ruler of Anduine, so don’t fear for me. And I will be able to defend me to some extent. But now I most rest, for else I will not be able to continue the journey tomorrow.
Gotrek
"We should get rest, it will be a long day tomorrow. We have plenty of people patrolling, so Radagast and I shall keep watch in and around the house. Keep your weapons ready, you'll never know when we shall be attacked again."
Radagast
Radagast listened earnestly to the conversations held before the Ranger and Magpie Jen departed to begin their long walk in the night. He then removed a satchel from his belt and in it were many mallorn leaves, each wrapped as a small, golden ball. He handed one of these out to each member of the Company who was venturing into the darkness, saying, "Take these with you, for they contain dried leaves of Kingsfoil - a great aid in healing against the weapons of the enemy. Alas, Kingsfoil looses some of its powers when dried and powdered, but the plant has grown rare these days and my own gardens in Rhosgobel are far, far away."
The brave souls on this watch thanked Radagast and then checked their weapons one last time. The wizard inspected the blade of his long dagger, for it was hidden in the folds of his cloak and laced with the deadliest of poisons that could be found in Mirkwood. The metal blade gleamed with a spring-green hue in the light and its hilt was traced out with swirling ivy leaves carved into the dark green wood.
Radagast then stated, "From this point on, none shall travel without a companion and each group must have at least one dose of Kingsfoil with them. These wolves are unnatural creatures and have been created by fell magic; as such, enchanted weapons should be the most effective against them."
Radagast then went out into the night with the Ranger and Magpie Jen while Gotrek kept watch on the door with his axe at the ready. Elendil kept eye inside and his strength was great in the face of his wounds. Night went on, and the howls of distant wolves floated like wraiths on the wind, but none approached the Inn.
Morgoth Bauglir
In the depths of his great fortress, Morgoth roars in fury. As tight a bond as between Thauron and the Ringwraiths has been created between him and these wolves of the shadows. He knows of their failure instantly, and summons those left to Angband. Only four who had fled remain, but they might serve him still, as the beginning of a new race of foul creatures.
But he could see to this with only three, he considers. One, he will punish for this failure, to ensure that the others shall be more efficient in the future. And this will not be without benefit; spells of darkness and illusion, spells of necromantic vision and power, had all been put into these creatures, and through long, agonizing death they would be released and filled with a greater power of death. And the wolf he would kill had bitten one of the company's members; the crystals of Lothlorien had given it a slight elvish air of illusion that he could twist to his advantage.
Suddenly Morgoth laughed. The tidings were not so evil as they had seemed, though the adventurers' soon would be. For he would use these ghastly spells to create an extension of himself, equal in power to any of his servants except those such as Gothmog and Thauron. In secret he would make these spells, with only Thauron master of ghosts to help him, and send this mighty minion to their destination. When the Adventurers reached the end of their quest they would find a great challenge awaited them...
Thorondor
The night passed uneventful, and all had rest, save a few, most of whom have already been mentioned. But Thorondor was also about, for he had left earlier before the beasts attacked. His Eagles had stayed in the trees around the house, and the evil hounds were of a darkness that they could not easily see. But Thorondor was now ahead of the group, in search of tidings from the other side of the mountains. He had flown many leagues and hours that night, and he was above Galad in early morning. Elves were up and about in either the trees, or on the forest floor, and they were rather joyful. Perhaps they knew that Heliona would be returning soon. That was, of course, true, but there was more that. Thorondor had to take a further look.
He landed discreetly on a tree nearby. He heard many beautiful songs that rose in perfect melody into the sky, and a wind seemed to pull them West. And there was a great feast held, with foods abundant, and all the great Elves of that Realm gathered. A cloaked figure of an old man arose and gave a speech. Thorondor then realized what was happening and who the man was. It was none other than Alatar, who had at last come back from the East to visit Heliona and her family. Thorondor watched long and heard many stories and adventures that lasted until noon. The Elvenking of Galad, Forláthan, then told Alatar of her father's death, and her mother's passing over the Sea. But the gloom was quickly lifted with more ale and song.
At length Thorondor revealed himself. "Greetings good Elven folk, and mighty Istari, I am glad to see you hither. I have tidings of the Company of Gotrek," he said.
"Ah, Lord of Eagles," said Forláthan," you are most welcome here, and we are ever in debt to you and your kin for your many deeds and errands. But I am not sure that tidings of Dwarven folks could interest us, unless they have now declared war on us!"
Thorondor looked puzzled. "Why do you speak so unkindly of the Dwarves, have they not been your friends as Gotrek claims?"
"Nay," said the King, "Many nights ago, they came hither and sought council for war, and required our help. We refused, for they would not tell us what for, and we have heard many strange tidings of fell beasts about and Orcs to the farthest south. My guess is that yet another one of the Seven Kingdoms has sacked by evil, and they wish revenge. But beyond that, my wisdom ends."
Thorondor asked again, very puzzled. "But I am still at loss. Why would they seek war against you?"
The King answered, "they no longer trust us since we did not trust them and go blindly go into battle with them and for their own lust! They wanted not only the hoard, but also revenge, and us to help them; and I will not have to do with such things! Nevertheless, at times I wish that I had defended them and went thither by their side, though I saw no result but more war from that. But the end of our friendship has long been wrought, as it seems that Dwarves and Elves cannot live together long. I regret my choice, but it was made out of haste, and fear. That is not all the things that have drawn us apart most recently, but that is the main issue. Another is that the old King, with whom I once held great friendship and respect, was slain, and Gotrek pronounced King. He has never earned my honour."
"These are new tidings to me as well," said Alatar. "They are truly evil, I might add. The Dwarves hold their grudges long and are poisoned deeply-"
"But they heal easily, and friendship grows its roots deeper," interrupted Thorondor. "We must think and hope for the best. I know that Gotrek is wise and honourable, and you should give him a chance to be as good or greater as his father." The King nodded. "Still, I think that you would be interested in my news- all of you" he glances around. "For it concerns Heliona and Radagast." The Blue Wizard was somehow uncomfortable at the last person mentioned, and he mumbled things.
Forláthan then said, "Well, then, tell us you tale."
Thorondor then spoke long of all that had happened with the Company of Gotrek, until he reached the part at the house, where his knowledge ended. "So, they are safe on the other side of the mountains, then?" the King asked.
"I would deem so, though they are surely nearer to Gotrek's kingdom by this time of the day," Thorondor paused and glanced to the mighty white-topped mountains to the west, "close to or passing through the mountains."
More was spoke of, until it was decided that Thorondor ought to return to his Eagles and the Company, and tell them of the news. That way, Gotrek would be aware that the Elves wished forgiveness for their lack of faith in their ancient friends. The Elves of Galad would march in full force to Karaz-Durn, from which they would go with the Dwarves in their wars. That would hopefully heal the wounds of hatred between the two, and Gotrek's Kingdom and Forláthan's would again be free and allied, and could put their might against the Orcs that sacked one of the Seven, down south.
There were then many partings, and Thorondor was bid to leave, and Alatar noted that he would be joining the Elves on their march and would meet him thither, in Karaz-Durn. Being void of rest for over two days, the Eagle set off, and flapped his wings with great energy and overall happiness, for the tidings he was to bring are good. He flew high and at last came to the mountains, and began to pass over them. He still did not know of the wolf attack, or any idea of the exact location of Gotrek's Company. At last, Galad lay far behind him and the late afternoon sky began to show, as a cold wind bore him speed.
The mountains seemed to grow higher as he ascended, and their rocky arms and sides lay beneath him. Many paths were hidden in the Taren Mountains, and many things were hidden in those places. There were strange sounds below him, and he dared to circle around, and peer up and down paths to find the source. He flew very close to the ground, and heard distinct voices of Orcs! There were scouts on the mountains side. Evidently, the evil victory in the south was very successful, and they now awaited the Dwarves of Karaz-Durn in open battle. Or perhaps they were heading north, to Karaz-Durn! Ay any rate, Thorondor had now twice as many tidings to bring, and he quickly remembered his sense, and flew straight again, to the west.
But just as he turned, and flapped his wings powerfully, a menacing shriek came from below, and an arrow with it. As he turned, it was too late. The arrow pierced his feathers and embedded deeply into his body. Blood fell from the sky, and soon Thorondor felt himself weakening. He could not move his wings anymore, and fell to the ground like a rock, a hundred feet below. There he squawked and screamed, though all in vain. The arrow was poison, and he knew that few remedies existed for it. He slowly began to loose his senses, and he knew that his news would be lost. "The tidings must be sent to the company," he said to himself, as he mind began to pass... there was not much time left for Thorondor... or his tidings...
Meanwhile, back with the company...
Heliona
Heliona is pacing to and fro, looking out into the night anxiously. "I fear something evil has happened," she comments to Radagast.
Suddenly, when she is standing at the door, a great eagle soars down and gently lands on her shoulder. "This is Blacktip, the eagle that Radagast sent to watch over me when I was scouting," she tells the others. They notice that the eagle has a distinctive black tip on his beak. He appears to be telling her something. The others wait impatiently, until Heliona turns and tells them the news.
"He says that Thorondor went east before the Wolf attack to scout out ahead, and has not yet returned. He fears something has happened the Great Eagle to delay him so long," Heliona's face becomes even more worried. "What shall we do?" she looks at Radagast, as he is Thorondor's friend.
Radagast
The Wizard said nothing for a long moment, and his eyes went out to the east, as if he was expecting Thorondor to appear in the grey, predawn gloom. But there was no sign of Eagle or any other bird amid the dark; tossed clouds that drifted on the cold wind, and the air seemed heavy on the heart as if it had longer lingered in Mordor before unwillingly passing this way.
Radagast spoke, "We shall see what tidings day shall bring, for even now the sun draws near the eastern edge of the world. It will soon be dawn, and then we can travel once more for Morgoth's servants are weaker in the pure light of day."
The Wizard than spoke to Blacktip, saying, "Rouse the Eagles, for I fear the worst. Thorondor may have been merely delayed for the moment, but that is not like the Eagle. I see no trace of him, nor of any foul birds of the Enemy in the skies, so whatever befell him must have happened far off to the east and we do not know what dangers lurk in those blackened hills and tangled woodlands. The attack must have been sudden and terrible, or else he would have fought to return here and his assailants would be seen. Tell the Eagles to search for him, but do not engage the Enemy unless the choice is between life and death! I fear that traps have been laid for the curious and the brave, so take no unneeded risks. You will be able to find us along our path, so let me know what you have seen."
Blacktip agreed with this and departed even as the rising sun bloodied the clouds in the eastern sky.
Gotrek
"Right, everyone pack-up! Get ready to leave as soon as possible. Evil seems to be all around us. I was afraid that I would have to make this decision. We will have to split the company. Radagast, the rangers, Magpie Jen and Ringgamer head out and try and find Thorondor. Heliona, others and I must hurry to Karaz-Durn to receive reinforcements and we shall then help. I think however that we will be quite a while. I do not trust my father's advisers and they could be a root of evil that will have to be vanquished. Radagast, take this (he hand him a horn) blow on it when you need aid and it shall come. I wish you a successful journey and remember this 'The axe of Thornir lives on'. Good luck."
Gotrek leaves the others with his hand-full of followers and start to head east. They would reach Karaz-Durn in a day. There they would find rest, help and men to help their friends. They worried about Thorondor but they had to hurry on.
White Shadow
White Shadow walks closely beside Stormwind, as she can see that Elendil is weakening and his horse is valiantly trying to keep his master from falling off.
Suddenly, Stormwind stops, and White Shadow stops beside him.
Heliona
Heliona manages to catch Elendil as he falls. She gently dismounts, holding Elendil up, as he is too weak to stand by himself.
"Gotrek!" she calls. "How much longer before we reach safety? Elendil is weakening and even with my Maia magic I can only sustain him, not cure him. He needs rest."
Gotrek replies, "We have not far to go, only a few hours walk. We should reach Karaz-Durn in the early evening."
"Well, then, we must all ride. Gotrek, I feel you should ride White Shadow. This is one time when a Dwarf should ride a Horse of Rohan. I will ride, with Stormwind's permission, with Elendil, to keep him mounted. Then we will be able to proceed with greater speed."
The others see Heliona's wisdom, and Gotrek mounts White Shadow. They set off again, with Heliona sitting behind Elendil, supporting him as best she can.
Magpie Jen
Hopping from tree to tree, flying short distances, but always close to the ground, Magpie Jen circles out from the party searching for Thorondor.
It is a cold dawn, a pallid sun visible only for a few hours before being eaten by heavy clouds. The winds are too fierce for a Magpie to fly very high, but the great Eagles, driven in no little part by their loyalty to Thorondor, circle at lofty altitudes.
But wait... there is another creature on the wing, circling, difficult to make out against the dark sky. Jen weaves quickly through the forest to the east, trying to get a closer view without being seen. Definitely one of our own... crow or maybe a small raven. Heavy beak must be a raven, but he is not one of the Noble speaking races. The bird thinks to herself as she clambers up a pine to get a better view. Aahh, I am right. A regular carrion-eating raven. There he is dropping down. Must have found something to ea--
Squawking in alarm, Jen takes off after the raven, her small leather pouch of Kingsfoil bouncing from her neck. She drives off the raven with an imperial clacking of her beak and finds what they have been seeking, a Noble Eagle, fallen.
Thorondor lies still, the arrow protruding evilly from his chest. She falls to his side, hoping against hope that the Eagle still lives.
Elendil
As Elendil rides along wit Heliona supporting him, he feels a black cloud come closer his hart and as that happens, he relies that he most rest soon or else he will pass out into the darkness. And as he thinks that, he starts mumbling and Heliona notice that he has gotten fever. She then asks Gotrek if they are at Karaz-Durn soon. And has Gotrek tell them that they are soon there she caught the words "palantir in backpack, most contact Isildur, he can help, help, hel...." and as Elendil says that, he passes out, and the dark cloud lays itself over his hart and long away the company seem to hear a laughter, a laughter filled with evil and hatred, and a dark cloud is laid over them who follow Gotrek to Karaz-Durn.
Gotrek
"There! There it is, Karaz-Durn"
The group look in front of them; there is a massive fortress with light streaming from the windows and open doors. Gotrek shouts something in Dwarven and a group of dwarfs come out through a gate.
"You have returned Gotrek at last, where is the king? The council is here but his advisers have turned on the elves of Galad and they have not come."
Gotrek replied,
"I'm sorry but my father is dead, but that is not the worst of our problems. Here take this man to the healers. Call an emergency meeting in the hall and also a group of the best fighters we have and get them ready for leaving the city. Make sure those advisers are in the hall as well I want a word with them. Heliona, you come with me to the hall you have to be there, this is where you are needed most. Everyone else go with Thorin here and he will lead you to the Dwarven battle group. As soon as you receive a signal then you march and aid our friends."
Gotrek leads Heliona through the gates and into the main building. The rest of the group follow the dwarves who for dwarves were quite friendly.
Radagast
Radagast walked silently through the looming trees that rose above him into a black roof of leaves and dry twigs. Thorny brush and tangled vines scrambled about the boles of the nameless forest sentinels, and small birds darted about in the fading light of day, calling in mournful voices.
Radagast and Ringgamer had walked through the broken hills and endless wilds since morning, and the sun had now finally broken through the bleak clouds to blaze in brief glory before sinking behind the far western edge of the world. Nearby, other Rangers continued their own search for Thorondor, and each of the company walked unseen, for the Wizard was a master of illusions and only the keenest eyes can spot a hidden Ranger.
Radagast stops for a moment, saying, "Magpie Jen has not yet returned - these last days have been ill for us! Alas, I hope she has not gone the same way as Thorondor!"
He pauses for a moment, listening to the wind. The Wizard asks, "Ringgamer, do you here that? It is surely the cry of angry ravens not far from here... they sound as if they have been deprived of a meal..."
Ringgamer nodded and the two realized what this sign might mean - if Thorondor had fallen, the ravens would show his body no respect! Ringgamer whistled out a bird's call as a signal to the other Rangers, and the company then made haste to the darker regions of the eastern hills. Bleak rocks loomed above them like frowning giants, and the trees sighed in the evening wind at their passing. Soon, all was quiet again, save for the cackles of the ravens...
Heliona
Heliona gazes around her as her and Gotrek walk down the corridor. "This is truly a magnificent place, Gotrek. But I fear that the old king's advisors turning on my uncle was not a wise move, and we should hurry before war breaks. We do not have time for petty squabbles. Perhaps, if we have time later, you could show me round this wonderful palace."
White Shadow
Meanwhile, as White Shadow and the other horses are left in an open cave, she and Shadowfax have a quiet discussion and decide to leave early and try to find Thorondor. They know they will not be needed, and they silently slip out as the evening fades, and, noticing ravens gathering in the distance, run off with the speed of their breed, to be quickly swallowed up in the deepening night.
Shadowfax
For a while the horses make good time. They can see the carrion birds better now; they still seem to be circling high above.
"Better slow down White Shadow, there is something in the woods, can you sense it?"
White Shadow nods in agreement.
"Horses are not made for stealth, but we will have to make do as best we can. Quietly now, we are getting closer to the birds and to whatever is on the ground."
Magpie Jen
The Great Eagle shows no sign of life. Screeching at the ravens, for now their numbers have swollen, Jen manages to create a moment of silence to check more closely on Thorondor.
She holds one of her silver coins before the Eagle's beak and a tiny mist of living breath appears on its mirrored surface. The magpie sighs with relief. She investigates the arrow and hacks with distaste, for it smells of a fell poison. I should do something with the herb the Wizard provided me with, I suppose. But I haven't hands to carry water to steep it, and I dare not leave the Eagle's side, especially with these "Robbers! Filthy Robbers!" around. Jen crows at the ravens again as they press closer.
One of the ravens cocks an ironic eye at the Magpie. "You should have more respect for your Elders," Jen retorts, then launches herself at the raven. They tumble in a fury of feathers, joined by the rest of the raven's gang.
Elendil
All the night, dwarf healers stay with Elendil as he mumbles in burning fever and as the morning breaks an old dwarf says:
Well we have done what we can, nothing more can we do, now only waiting remains, let us hope that this man has the strength to defeat this darkness that has laid itself over his soul and that he once again can become free from it.
And as the dwarf healer says that, Elendil, worn out and tired from the long battle against the shadow, sits up from the bed and looks around. The only thing he says is:
Where am I, is this Karaz-Durn?
The old dwarf nods, but then smiles, because he relies that he and the other dwarf healers has succeeded, Elendil has waken up and will not fall back into the darkness, and as he relies that he says:
Indeed, this is Karaz-Durn and dwarf healers have here all night, watched you. But I most say that your quick recovery surprises me, I have never seen any man heal that quickly. But no more talking for you, you most rest and get your strength back, which means that I will come back later and check you, to see that you rest. We will need all warriors we can get, in the time that will come.
Gotrek
They enter a massive room with people seated all around a table. Elves, Dwarves and Men are seated.
"Quiet down everyone! I have arrived but my father is dead. Under his authority I declare myself King of Karaz-Durn."
There are many shouts of approval and disapproval. Gotrek makes his way to the head of the table with Heliona to his right hand.
"Shut up! Right, I have heard that there is some friction between us and the elves of Galad. How did this come about?"
The head adviser replied,
"They claimed that we attacked them and when we asked help in the war, their answer was arrows."
"That is not the truth!"
An Elf came into the hall with two others. He was clothed like a king.
"Your head adviser attacked us with a group of dwarves. These same dwarves the next day asked for help in the war and unfortunately my people fired upon them."
Gotrek replied
"It seems that our friend here has cast a little light on the subject. Dugrim get out of my sight and go back to your evil master who you have sided with. King Forláthan, will you join us at the table or at least talk with your niece."
Heliona rushes to her uncle and embraces him. She speaks some elven to him and shows him the bow.
"I remember this bow and long have I wished to see it again. Yes Gotrek, I will sit with you."
He comes and sits next to Gotrek.
"Tell the captain of the recovery group to go forth and search for Thorondor. Tell them to look for the eagles. With that out of the way, what is our situation with the enemy?"
Thorondor
In the halls of Karaz-Durn:
Forláthan sat at the table, to Gotrek's right. He looked around at the Dwarves, most of who did not think too highly of him. He worried about what his army would show when it arrives. He had ridden ahead, for Heliona sent Blacktip to tell him that Thorondor was missing, and he immediately rode to inform the Dwarves that they were coming in peace.
Forláthan's glance then turned to Gotrek, and he spoke: "I feel as if these ill happenings are but shadows of my incompetent rule. I come here to beg for your pardon, O King of Karaz-Durn!" The mighty Elvenking rose, and stepped over to Gotrek's side, where he first bowed, and then knelt, and plead that there be peace again between their peoples. "Too long, have we sat in suffering for my actions? I see now that I must gather this suffering, and bundle it into my own soul; thus sparing my children, my kingdom, your kingdom, and all that comes hereafter, form this turmoil. We have to bind together-"
"But I have equal share with you, my uncle," Heliona interrupted. "For I have long wandered freely, and have not always been at hand for my people."
Then Gotrek said: "And I too must take share in this, though mostly for my father, for he had let the bond between us wither. But I accepted your plea, Forláthan! And you have our pardon, and may we have yours?"
The Elvenking rose, tall and rigid, "You have it, and will ever have it as long as I rule! Cheers to the great Dwarves!" There were some cheers and some boos as well. But most were silent.
Nevertheless, Gotrek called for his advisors, historians, and everyone else in his house, and they brought treaties, and signed them. But the advisors and others who served his father would not hold any more council with the Elves, and stormed out of the Hall. "Wait!" commanded Gotrek. His voiced echoed powerfully throughout the massive hall, but they did not stop. "You shall be banished from this kingdom if you do not use your wisdom!" He said more things, and they cursed in return, and still walked from the hall. The kingdom was divided. Then Forin rose among the rebels, and he brought them back into the halls, and contested Gotrek by words.
But at that moment Dugrim came from the shadows behind Gotrek, and a knife flashed from underneath his cloak. He quickly jabbed the knife towards the Dwarf's back. Forláthan gasped, and only he saw it. With a speed beyond comprehension, the Elvenking dashed between Gotrek and the blade. It stabbed into him, and the force knocked all three of them down. Gotrek was in shock, but quickly rose up again, and brought forth his knife. Dugrim retained a look of shock; not quite realizing what had been done. But his face changed suddenly to pain, for Gotrek stabbed with great depth into his chest, and he fell dead instantly. Furious, Gotrek turned to Forin, but found that he had fled from the Great Hall with his followers. Then all eyes turned to Forláthan, who was lying on the floor, whimpering in pain.
Heliona lay on the floor next to him, her eyes full with tears, and her heart broken. Forláthan managed to speak, and Gotrek leaned down. "...My good friend... I see in you... greater wisdom and might than your father, or any since the brothers of Durin... and....You can be strong... and unite us, for we have made the first..." His voice ceased, and the Hall was silent. A strange warmth seemed to resonate from his fallen body, and all felt it draw nigh to the western edge of the hall, and up the shafts into the air above.
Heliona released herself, and burst into tears. "Oh, my uncle...and my King..." she cried, though to no avail. Elendil then stormed into the hall.
"Gotrek! Heliona! Come quick! One has arisen among us, Forin I believe is his name, and he is gathering many Dwarves, and we are divided! He is forming his own army. Come!" With that, Elendil left the room in haste, uttering the words, "Where is Radagast when you need 'em?"
Gotrek looked down again upon the pale face of Forláthan, and softly spoke, "Namarië my good and most wise friend. You are more honourable than me, and I shall not let your sacrifice be in vain." and he left the hall. Heliona wept by her uncle's side long, and gave glances of hatred to the body of Dugrim until servants carried it away. She remained in the hall for some time.
But outside, there was much strife between the followers of Forin, and the followers of Gotrek... Forin had long been evil behind Gotrek's father, but had never revealed himself until now. Gotrek was in shock to see that hundreds of Dwarves followed him. "There must be some evil power at hand here, and it must be holding them prisoner. All it needed was their submission, then it uses them," he thought...
The Storm is brewing...
Grulk slowly moved his forces northwards towards Karaz-Durn, creeping along the paths. He came not by the Nazgul, nor by Morgoth, but by his own evil will and inner malice, which could contest either of the former. His host of darkness spanned one league in width, and three in length, and Trolls along its flanks. It seemed unstoppable...
Forin had sent messages through thrushes to the Host of Galad, telling them of the death of their King. They were told that Dwarves assassinated him, and they became infuriated. Alatar rose among them, trying to keep order, but he was overrun by Glorifas, Forláthan's son, who led the army in wrath to Karaz-Durn. Forin had won his cause for now, and the hatred that was subsided was ignited anew, and its fire burnt the very heart of all that was good...
The Eagle Awakens:
Magpie struggled with the ravens. She was grossly outnumbered, and she knew that doom was in the wake. But there was a sudden shaking, and a large foot kicked the ravens away. They all flew in fear. Thorondor was awake. Magpie was overwhelmed in joy, and she sang many beautiful songs of such grace that it seemed there was no grief about her. But Thorondor was very ill, and the poison arrow had long been generating more poison as it stayed in his side.
He turned around, and with his beak, ripped the arrow from the wound. Little blood came, for the infection had clotted him, though with foul intents. He could not fly, for his wing was broken from his fall, and he needed medicines to heal him. There seemed little hope. Calm winds blew the shrubs, while dark clouds gathered in the sky. The birds were silent.
But suddenly many heroes emerged out of the mist. Radagast sat on Shadowfax, and Ringgamer on White Shadow. And in the air were the Eagles of Thorondor, with Landroval at their lead. Thorondor was very happy, but he could not show much, and he still was weak. Radagast healed his arrow-wound, but he wing would have to heal through rest and patience. Then many things were discussed and decided, and Blacktip brought tidings of Karaz-Durn, the Elves, and the Orcs. The host of Grulk had passed them, and they knew of its might, and that a divided Dwarf-kingdom, as well as wrathful Elves would not hold against it; and unfortunately, those knew not of its coming. Then...
Radagast mounted Landroval, and commanded the Eagles hastily towards Karaz-Durn, and disappeared into the sky ahead. In the Meanwhile, Ringgamer put Thorondor on Shadowfax. They would go separately and slowly to Karaz-Durn, and hope for the best. Magpie happily flew beside them along the way...
Shadowfax
Shadowfax picks his way carefully along the path back to the Dwarf strong hold.
"Rest now, great Eagle. I will travel as fast as I can without further injuring you. You were very lucky that we found you in time, those carrion birds were growing in number."
Ringgamer
Ringgamer of the Dunedain walked beside Shadowfax, holding a hand to steady the great eagle balanced precariously on the horse's back. For the first leg of the journey to Karaz-Durn, Magpie Jen darted around the grim woman's head, telling how she flew low through the trees and rocks and came upon the ravens, and how she fought the carrion birds off. Ringgamer smiled. "Your small size is deceptive, my friend. You fight as valiantly as any elf or dwarf or king of Numenor. I would have loved to see you give that raven a licking. Thorondor owes much to you, I think."
The magpie perched on her shoulder. "I only wish I could have gotten to him sooner," she chirped sadly. "He needs more help than I can give."
Ringgamer suddenly remembered the mallorn-ball given her by Radagast before they set out from the inn. "The Kingsfoil! Magpie Jen, I need you. How far is it yet to Karaz-Durn?"
"Not far, but at this rate, not close either," Jen replied.
"We will need to stop. I need two things of you - first, scout ahead and see if there is water along our path, fresh water, and wood enough to make a fire. Second, when you have returned with a report, I will need you to go ahead to Karaz-Durn and inform Radagast and the others that I will be late in coming. I do not wish to cause Thorondor further harm, and I need to treat the poison of his wound."
Disappointed about the second plea - which meant she would have to leave the Ranger - Jen nodded and darted off into the dark sky. Ringgamer whispered to Shadowfax to slow and take care with his steps, which the great steed could easily do even in this rough land. The Ranger leaned over to Thorondor and whispered, "I have athelas, and you are in need of it. We will rest soon, and I will bathe your wound. It may not counteract the poison completely, but it will halt its spread and give you strength to make it to Karaz-Durn." She pulled the small golden ball from a pouch on her belt and looked at it. It would be enough for the eagle, but there would not be much left over should Ringgamer ever need it for herself. Hoping that she would not, she tucked the ball away, resolving to use it for Thorondor's aid.
Magpie Jen
Shadows reaching out from every branch, root and rock, Magpie Jen navigated ahead of the small group, attempting not to shy at every dark form or night noise. Off just to the south she finally catches wind of the scent she has been hoping for--fresh water. Heartened, the bird swoops out from the trees and lands on the bank of a freshet.
The rocky stream flows noisily from a slender cataract, strewn like a curtain of lace from a small cliff face. There is plenty of deadfall beneath the trees and all seems safe enough, but the magpie shakes her head worriedly at how little the appearance of safety has come to mean these days.
More surely this time, Jen returns to Ringgamer, Thorondor and Shadowfax. She starts to squawk excitedly about her find, but at a pained glance from the great Eagle, she speaks more quietly, "We need to bear a bit to the south, there's a stream and plenty of wood. And it seems quiet enough."
The tired party gently weaves through the wood to the place Magpie Jen described. The birds perches quietly as camp is made, perhaps half-hoping that Ringgamer will change her mind and not send her ahead to Karaz-Durn. But the wound of Thorondor is evil, and tended it must be. She says her farewells, adding, "Despite those filthy ravens, most of my cousins will know me and, better yet, know how to find me, should occasion arise. I may not fly straight as a crow all the time, but for any of you, I will fly like..." she winks at them, "an Eagle!"
Elendil
When Gotrek and his followers stepped outside they were met BY a rain of arrows and many of the dwarves in the first rank of Gotrek’s followers fell. Gotrek and his followers retreated into the hall and a battle broke out there with dwarves on both sides, inside Karaz-Durn were no enemy before had set there foots. Gotrek sighed, because even if he won now, many of the dwarves would be killed and hatred would be set in their harts forever. But just in that time when all seemed lost a voice was heard threw the hall and there, there stood Radagast the brown, with Elendil the tall at his side and all fighting stopped then is voice filled the hall and he said:
"Foolish dwarfs, of the line of Durin, why do you battle each other, when a great host is coming in this directions, why. And who is responsible for this", he said and looked around.
And as he said that Forin stepped forward. Covered with blood he was but not his own.
He looked at the wizard and laughed.
"Stupid fool", he said.
"You are nothing compared to my master, you who sneaks around attempting to take control of the dwarfs. And I say no, you shalt never rule over Karaz-Durn. I shalt, and no puny wizard will ever stop me, ever. Don’t you see the end when it come, Glorifas, the son of
Forláthan will come with his armies not as an allied but as an enemy and it is to late to stop it."
As Forin said that Radagast looked at him with cold eyes and when Forin stopped he said:
"Are you done, Forin, once one of the greatest dwarfs? I have suspected you along time to be sold to the enemy but I have don’t see how deep you have fallen. As for your followers, they will be forgiven, if they stop now but for you there can be no mercy."
And as he said that many of the dwarfs dropped their weapon but not Forin and in rage he threw himself against Radagast with a dagger. But as he did that, Elendil drove Narsil threw Forin and he fell dead to the floor.
Heliona
Heliona sat in mourning over her uncle for a long time, but when she heard of the tidings of Glorifas coming toward Karaz-Durn, she knew she had to get the truth to him.
She sent out her thought to White Shadow, who was at this moment still travelling with Thorondor and Shadowfax, to go to her cousin and tell him the true situation.
White Shadow
White Shadow, sensing Heliona's thought, and seeing that she was not needed, quickly tells Shadowfax and Ringgamer that she is needed elsewhere, and silently slopes off into the night, on a desperate mission to save a number of dwarves' and elven lives.
Gotrek
"My fellow dwarves, why are we fighting amongst ourselves. Long we have been friends of the elves and Karaz-Durn is held highly in the lands around. The evil one has corrupted your minds to do evil. Look! The person who you follow is now dead in front of you. Look all he was was a dwarf like you but with an evil mouth. Do you remember when we were at peace? We prospered with our trade with other lands. Our metal skills were the best all around. We were loved by elves and men alike. My father was a proud man and led you before into battle and won many victories and you were behind him all the way. The enemy is playing us for fools. You are just puppets. No one will be spared when he attacks us. The Elven King just proved his loyalty to us by sacrificing himself for my life. Forget what my father's advisers have told you. Be friends and let us prosper again. Let us take up arms and join our allies against the common foe. Come on lads, let us stop this quarrel and get the ale out, long has it been since we drank our barrels from the good old days. What do you say?"
There was a few moments silence then from the crowd the was a shout
"Long live King Gotrek!"
Then the whole crowd joined in
"Long live King Gotrek!"
Everyone seemed to be moved by his speech, even Radagast and Heliona stood in amazement that one dwarf was able to rally so many others. Then from inside the hall a single shout was heard. "They're bringing out the barrels of Bugman's XXXXX!" At once the dwarves seemed to disappear as they entered the hall. Gotrek walked over to his colleagues.
"Bugman's XXXXX was the best beer ever made by a dwarf. We have only one problem now, the oncoming elves. Heliona, I put my trust in you that you will be able to calm them and tell them the truth before I must speak with them. I must wait here and hope that Thorondor comes."
Radagast
Radagast looked on as the Dwarves dragged away the body of Forin the Fallen, and the Wizard said, "At least his malice shall grow no more, but the Elves must be told of the truth. Heliona, you alone can open their eyes and bring us peace between our neighbours ere the Enemy's army reaches our gates. But I shall not send you alone into the woods! What wolves and birds I can spare will watch over you, though you may not see them until you are in need. Alas, if only Silverwing was still with us!" Radagast was silent for a long moment in memory of his friend of many years.
He then spoken again in a more commanding tone, "Heliona must be on her way, and we can only hope Thorondor will be able to fly again. His wound was cruel and poisoned, but Ringgamer and myself have been able to keep death from the noble Eagle. The Ranger is with him now, and he should bring him to this stronghold so that he may rest before the coming storm. As for us, we must make preparations."
He went on, "I have heard the cries of my friends of the woods at the armies passing, for they revel in destruction and felled trees and slayed beasts for the sick sport of it. They will be bloodthirsty and berserk when they reach us, and no cost will be too high for their victory. The birds have told me of a mighty and fearsome Orc who leads them, and many great Trolls of the hills are with him. We must arm ourselves with magic and enchanted weapons if we intended to pierce their stone hides. Gotrek, you know this place better than any of us, and you would be best suited to lead our defences. I will tend to a Wizard's duty in such a confrontation - know that no Troll can stand before the spells lade upon Jadefang!" and his green-metal dagger gleamed in the light.
The others agreed with him, and Gotrek was set with a difficult task for a new King, for the storm drew closer even as they spoke in the warm torchlight that filled the grand caves of Karaz-Durn.
Radagast stood and seemed for a moment vast and menacing as he again concealed his dagger in his cloak in a blur of motion too quick to follow. But this image passed, and he smiled and stated, "Let me know what you decide. I am no Dwarf and though these caves are beautiful in their own way, I cannot long abide the darkness underground and the unloving embrace of stone. I will be by the gates where the wind graces the hilltops and the sun casts long shadows. Farewell, for now."
The Wizard then departed to savour the breeze and sunshine while the others turned back to their work. But Radagast was not idle as he perched upon a flat stone beneath a gnarled pine that grew near the gate.
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Gotrek
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The Wizard then departed to savour the breeze and sunshine while the others turned back to their work. But Radagast was not idle as he perched upon a flat stone beneath a gnarled pine that grew near the gate. His eyes scanned the sky for his birds, and he saw ravens circling far off, heralds of the Enemy...
Heliona
Heliona knew now, that as she was no longer needed at Karaz-Durn, she must set out to meet her cousin at once. She sent out her thought to White Shadow again and the horse heard her and was soon galloping up towards her.
"White Shadow," the elf said. "I will now go with you, for I believe the task is beyond even your powers of persuasion." She mounted and the two left Karaz-Durn swiftly. The only person who saw them go was Radagast, who spied Heliona looking grim and determined aboard her silver-grey mare. Soon after, she saw Blacktip circling above her, and she smiled secretly, for her eyes were keener than most elves and Blacktip was her special friend. She silently thanked Radagast for his gift of guardianship, and then she and White Shadow turned away and sped east, towards the oncoming elven army.
Ringgamer
The dreary grey land seemed dark despite pale sunshine filtering down through the rocky crags. Ringgamer lit a fire with the brush found around the spring and set water to heat, thanking Magpie Jen and seeing her off on her errand with a pang of regret. Courage like that is a need close at hand, but an even greater need is to have news reach Radagast that I am delayed. Still, I prefer a delay to losing Thorondor.
Rangers are taught many skills, and healing is one of them. Drawing an appropriate portion of the dried leaves of Kingsfoil from their protection, Ringgamer dropped them in the steaming water. Instantly, a warm, clean feeling stole through the air like a fragrance, and Thorondor picked up his head. "Relax, my friend," the ranger implored. "I will bathe and bandage the wound, and we will take a while to rest and eat, and then be on our way. The open wild isn't safe for even such as me these days."
Tharkun
Gotrek, I have seen what forces await us, and it is not good. A man that we have met seems to be in some control, yes the minas morgul man is back. I was wrong to ask him to join our group, and I am glad that he did not. Somehow he masked his true evil that day, or perhaps it has just befallen him. Will somebody please take me aside and tell me all of the past few days’ doings? Oh, and hello Gotrek. Here we are at last in your homeland. And where is Thorondor?
Elendil
Elendil smiled when he saw all dwarves hail Gotrek as their king, one battle had been won but there was just to many left. He sighed and went looking after Radagast. As he walked he noticed that his arm was still cold but he could move. "As long as I can stand I will fight", he thought to himself and walked threw the gates. There he stood, right under a gnarled pine with his eyes fixed far, far away. Elendil moved forward and then said.
"Radagast, even if we have won one battle, I can’t find peace for the moment, my arm is cold and even if I would try, I don’t think I could rest. That is why I will ask you, if I can remain at your said until the end will come, whether it is good or bad and protect you as good as I can with my sword, for even one of the great wizards can be felled by a Orcish arrow.
Gotrek
"We cannot do anything until the elven reinforcements arrive to guard our walls. If you need to arm yourselves then help yourself to weapons from our armouries. First, we need to arrange all the fighters into 3 groups. One shall guard the gate if they get through. One shall be held in reserve in case their forces are strong. I shall lead the final group to attack them from behind when they attack; there are one or two secret passages in this old fortress. Radagast, come with me to my room, I need your counsel."
The two leave the yard where there is a lot of hustle and bustle and enter into a large room with axes, shields and coats of armour hanging from the walls.
"It is told that all of the Seven were lost or destroyed, there is one unaccounted for."
He opened and large treasure chest. When he opened it, Radagast was amazed, inside was the finest treasures that could be found in a dragon's hoard. He recognised many magical artefacts and relics. Gotrek reaches down and pulls on a chain. When he brings it completely out he sees a ring on the end of it. He hands it to Radagast and he studies it for a while. Even he thought that they all had been lost. Gotrek then took it back off him and placed it back in the chest. He then picks up a pendant that was lying on the top and gives it to Radagast.
"This should protest you. This is one of the finest pieces of work that the dwarves have ever made and I wish to give it to you. Your work to us has been excellent and this gift is not near enough to cover what you have done for my people and me. As for the ring, I believe that I should not wear it, the dark lord should sense it and it could put our lives in danger."
Tharkun walks into the room at that moment
"Where is Thorondor?"
"That we do not know my friend but unfortunately we believe that he is in grave danger. Half of our company are looking for him and in time they find him, sooner rather than later."
Radagast
Radagast looked over the pendent and sensed the Dwarven wards placed upon. He bowed to Gotrek and said, "My thanks to you, King of Karaz-Durn. This is truly a gift of great merit."
The wizard then turned to Tharkun and said, "Ringgamer has not returned, and the army draws closer at with ever minute. I fear for him, but we can spare no large number of troops to look for him. My birds are aloft, but a Ranger is hard for even an Eagle to see when they wish to remain hidden. I cannot be sure of Thorondor's fate, but as long as he is with Ringgamer, he is reasonably safe. No Ranger would let evil befall his charge if he or she could help it."
Radagast took one final look at the chest that held the last of the Dwarven Rings and a look of concern creased his brow. He spoke to Gotrek, "You were right not to wear this ring, for even if you had mastery over its powers, it could only lead us to ruin. I think this chest would best be moved from this room and hidden in a place in which no Orc would think to look. A defeat in the coming days would made tenfold worse if this ring fell into the hands of the Enemy!"
Gotrek nodded in agreement and the chest was lifted by two sturdy Dwarves and moved to a small and hidden room, secured with a door that looked like the stonewalls. Radagast spoke to himself as they departed, "At the least the Nazgul do not yet know of this... I hope..."
The Wizard and Elendil left the treasure room and headed to one of the doorways that led out onto a series of walkways that had been carved into the mountainside. The upper flanks of the mountainside above Karaz-Durn were traced out with parapets and riddled with archer windows for the defence of the Dwarven city. These turrets, windows, and walkways were not often used, for the Dwarves preferred the weight of an axe in their hands as opposed to a delicate bow. But those who carved the city's flanks out of the mountain were wise, and Elves of old advised these additions to the stronghold's defences, and the Dwarves heeded their advice. All this was done in one of the lost eras of history when the two races worked side by side through the days.
Radagast stepped out of a walkway and into the afternoon light that fell in golden rays through tussled clouds that billowed along the hills and mountains. The wind was stronger up here, and it tossed the wizard's grey hair back like a lion's mane as he overlooked the main road to the gates. Elendil stood beside him, still holding his injured arm, but his sword was at his side and it would soon taste the blood of Orcs in Trolls.
Radagast looked across the tangled woods and broken scarps in the distance until his eyes fell upon the crows and ravens that circled the enemy’s forces. They were much closer now and would reach the Dwarven city at sunset. The wizard said, "Elendil, old friend, the storm is almost at hand. I would be honoured to have you by my side in this battle."
Elendil nodded and then Radagast stepped forwards and raised his staff in both hands. The wind howled and keened as it whipped across the rock face and shook pebbles loose from the cliffs. The wizard then pointed his staff out across the hills and towards the distant clouds and called aloud in a lost tongue of old. For a moment, Elendil seemed to see through the wizard, as he was a ghostly apparition forged of a strange mix of light and shadow.
There was a distant rumble of thunder and the clouds grew dark and heavy in the distance. The sun began to fade as a storm approached the mountainside. Slowly it moved, but it came forth at the wizard's command. Radagast stood a moment longer, his hair flying in the wind and his staff herding the clouds before he turned away. He seemed tired for a moment, but quickly recovered his strength.
He descended the steps that led to the parapet and spoke to Elendil, "Fire is one of the deadliest weapons of the enemy, but they shall have none now. Rains shall come and douse their flames. They shall not burn the woods, nor use any blasting powder that they might have. Battle shall be joined as it should be."
The wizard then looked back across the hills as the clouds marched closer. Thunder echoed like war drums above the circling ravens...
Thorondor
The Board is Set
Karaz-Durn prepared for battle. Gromel, Gotrek's brother, ordered the second group to face the first attack. He held in his power over two thousand dwarves, who were all well trained, and heavily armed. Degorin, Gotrek's cousin, held command over at least the same number. His dwarves were either behind Gromel's to serve as the second defensive wave, or upon the parapets as archers, and other jobs that would have to prevail if the primary armies were thwarted from their hold. Unfortunately, there were few archers among Dwarves that held skill any higher than that of Orcs. Yet the parapets had to defend the soldiers down below, thus the doom of Karaz-Durn seemed evident.
The parapets themselves were very strong; for they were wrought out of the mountain face itself. But among the secret passageways in the mountains were weaknesses, and the Orcs could and would surely find them and get to the upper defensives, if given the lea way from Gromel’s army, if it began to crumble. But there both Radagast and Elendil stood, and held the position. No evil would pass there unharmed.
Radagast stood patient now, waiting for the onslaught. Elendil continued to feel an itchy sensation in his arm, but he let it be as best as he could, and just stared at the approaching darkness. The clouds twisted in the sky, and lighting could be seen behind them. The heavens roared, and a wind began to blow, a wind out of the East. Radagast looked grim, and his thoughts were dark.
The Eagles had rested upon the mountains tops around Karaz-Durn, and it was much needed. As night was deep, they stirred, and prepared for their part. Landroval would lead them, for Thorondor was still absent. Several of his flock would carry brave Dwarves and drop them on the enemy's machines, and they would sabotage them. Many dwarves volunteered, seventy to be exact, and they were fully aware of the danger and sacrifice. But if the enemy's catapults and battering rams were to break through, then the walls surrounding the Gate would serve as nothing but a falling edifice that would crush anything in its wake. The rest of the Eagles were to keep the Trolls occupied, for they would be a challenge too mighty for most dwarves.
The King's Host
In the meanwhile, Gotrek ordered his soldiers, and left westwards, eventually turning south, taking lower mountain paths as to pass the enemy's side and come around from behind. They moved quietly along the paths, yielding to the roaming Trolls that guarded the enemy's flanks. The sky had become very dark, and hope was diminished. Things were brought to be further ill when his scouts had counselled Gotrek. "My King, we are facing near impossible odds," one said. "There are at least four times as many of them than there are Dwarves in Karaz-Durn!" said another.
Gotrek responded, "It is dark tidings indeed. I lead only five hundred, and that does not rest well with me. But we must hope that my brother can hold the Gate, while we hope for ourselves that fortune favours both surprise and the bold, as we attack from behind. I myself shall challenge the guard of this Dark Captain that leads them."
But many of the army still proclaimed, "If we do win, then it will not be sweet, and our kingdom shall take many generations to recover." Others said: "Where are the Elves?" Surely, if they attack us, we will not win, or if they don't show at all, we will be defeated that way."
But Gotrek answered: "That depends on Heliona. I trust her, and you should to. Forláthan was wise, and we can only hope that his wisdom has passed into his son. There lies our fate, in the hands of Elves!"
The Eagle and the Ranger
Ringgamer began to heal Thorondor's wound, taking heed to the pain he feels. Shadowfax was pacing slowly and quietly around the camp, but it was very noticeable that the mighty steed was nervous, and sensed something that Ringgamer had not as yet. Thorondor's senses were mostly numb, save that of pain, and he could not detect any evil.
But Ringgamer continued to heal the wound, and the Eagle's senses slowly came back. He then spoke his first words since he had fallen, "I have known a foul poison, but please note that I do not refer to the sickness this arrow has caused me. I refer to the civil strife between forces of good. I only hope that they have made peace, not even just within Karaz-Durn, but also with the Elves. These Orcs are among the most evil that I have seen in the thousands of years that I have flown the skies. They have more than one poison arrow, and if Forláthan's son cannot heal himself from his range, he will be shooting himself with the arrow!"
Ringgamer did not say anything, but was disturbed by his speech. She did know that Thorondor was very happy to be mostly healed, and she was content with that. The broken wing was not as bad as it had first seemed. The injury had already begun to heal, and was predominantly in good order. But it would still be at least until morning till he could fly again. And then, with caution and ease.
Ringgamer finished tending to him, and put his wing in a cast of strong Elven fabrics. She kept the fire going and fed all three of them. But Shadowfax would not eat, and he continued to trot about, now more madly. He neighed loudly, and finally spoke, "There is something near us, too near I might add, perhaps a rear patrol of the Orcish army?"
The sky was noticeably dark, especially northwards, over Karaz-Durn. The wind from the East came to the small company as well, and it blew the trees about them, hiding the sounds that Ringgamer was now trying to listen to. The night was eerie, and there were many strange howls, perhaps of wolves. A tree near the small creek was moved suddenly, too harsh to be by wind. A dark shadow was behind it. Shadowfax went totally mad. A troll of enormous size and strength emerged from the shrubs, and it stormed through the creek. Thorondor helplessly screeched, but the sound only angered the troll, and greater anger arose in it. Shadowfax stood in front of the Eagle, guarding him. Ringgamer then stood and contested the beast...
Heliona
White Shadow had borne Heliona several leagues east, but the night was ever darkening her spirits, and she feared that Glorifas had either given up, or passed by some other path. In either scenario, they had already lost. But she kept going, and rode on into the night, calling her cousins, now her King's, name aloud.
"Glorifas! Glorifas!" the named was heard from far away, and an Elven ear was curious. Glorifas, still moving swiftly, heard her calls, and went faster than before. "Now, what have they done to my cousin? If she is chased by them, then they will regret the very idea of themselves so much that they will grow to hate Aule, and then be put in the very pits and dungeons that they are fit for!" His rage and hatred had clouded him so that he held only revenge in his mind, and it seemed that no one would be able to convince him.
The Orc Captain
The Host of Grulk was now drawing nigh to the lines of the Dwarves, and they would clash soon. Their drums echoed across the lands, and their might was at last revealed to all as the host was fully upon the mountain face in front of the Gate. The plain of battle was less than half a league squared, and the enemy was so large that took the most of it.
Indeed, as Landroval had feared (and luckily prepared for), they had many catapults and battering rams that they drew across the rough field as slaves. The Orcs were all of an exceptional large size, packaged in rough, dark skin, and they were adorned with dull armour, and carried hauberks, as sharp as their sneering eyes. Many groups also had bows, and were already taking aim at the parapets, though they were not yet in range. Gromel himself was in front of his force, and stood proud with his axe in hand.
Above them all, Radagast stood, upon the fortifications, with Elendil at his side. The wizard's glance was now concentrated at the very centre of the Orcish host, where many Trolls were gathered. In the middle there rode a huge Orc, larger than any he had seen, as large as a Troll, but clearly not one, for he was more wicked, and much smarter. Upon his head was a black helmet, with an unknown rune engraved in its centre. He was clad unlike any other Orcs as well. He wore all black, and was protected by a massive suit of armour, and he held a large mace in his hand. He smiled and seemed to look up and stare at Radagast's face, though they were very far apart. Riding upon a very large beast, with the form of a Warg, but much greater in size, he pushed his host forward.
Suddenly, the horns of Gromel were heard below, and commotion commenced. The two realms clashed in a glorious fury...
Shadowfax
Shadowfax Stood his ground in front of charging Troll. Ringgamer draw her sword and held it firmly in her hands. The Troll raise it’s spiked club and swung at the ranger, but she was much too agile for him. The club whistled just inches above her head, she counter attacked and slashed the Trolls leg. The Ranger and Troll battled for what seemed an hour. Shadowfax decided he had to do something, something quick. Suddenly Shadowfax bolted straight for the Troll.
Horse and Troll collided; the Troll never knew what hit him. Both creatures fell to the ground, Shadowfax got up first and bolted away.
As the Troll began to get up, he felt the Rangers sword bury its self deep within his side. The sword bit into his heart and killed him instantly.
Shadowfax came over the Troll, smelling him.
"I knew I smelled something foul out there. I fear that there are more Trolls in the woods, perhaps even more dangerous creatures. I think we should be off soon, what say you Ranger?"
Ringgamer
"Exactly my thought, Shadowfax. We're far behind already, I only hope this troll's delay isn't our downfall. Let's move!" With characteristic Ranger urgency, Ringgamer doused the fire and scattered its ashes, and then carefully bundled Thorondor in her arms so as not to jostle the healing wing. "You'll have to put up with me cradling you, friend, for though Shadowfax steps lightly, I would not want you to fall."
Springing to the great horse's back, the ranger pulled a knife from her boot and kept it in her right hand. "Now, Shadowfax, ride!" she shouted. "And may we not find the gates of Karaz-Durn held against us!"
Lifting up his head, Shadowfax screamed defiance into the growing night and leaped forward, flying across the rocky ground. In no time he had outrun the stormy wind and drew near to Karaz-Durn.
Elendil
As the two armies clashed into each other Elendil stood far above, looking over the field of battle, hearing the drums of war. He saw how Orcs and dwarfs attacked each other, he saw Orcs fall in great numbers but they stilled pressed the dwarves backwards. Then the eagles come, with dwarves on their backs they dropped them down on the war machines and instantly the dwarfs started destroying them. But there was Trolls there and almost every one of the dwarfs fell for them and still half the machines were left. Elendil looked pale and looked on Radagast.
Gotrek
"Only I can resolve this, Radagast and Elendil, take my company of dwarves out of the secret passageway, they will show you where it is. I shall challenge their captain to give you more time." Gotrek steps from his company and walk onto the ramparts and shouts out.
"I challenge your dark captain to a duel, that is if you want this."
He pulls out from his pocket a ring on a chain and dangles it over the wall then quickly puts it back into his pocket. Radagast is mortified to see what Gotrek is holding for he believes that it will be his downfall. Suddenly there is a crack of lightening which is seen that shoots up into the air near the enemy's position. They have accepted Gotrek's actions.
Meanwhile Ringgamer and Magpie Jen are taking Thorondor to Karaz-Durn. As they approach the nearby mountains, they see a cave. They enter it for shelter but are suddenly set upon by a company of dwarves.
"Stay your weapons! They are friends."
It was the voice of Tharkun.
Radagast
Radagast looks on as Gotrek departs, taking the Dwarven ring with him. He shakes his head and wonders if the King has any understanding of the peril he is in. The wizard does not know what powers lay within the Dwarven Ring and he is only certain of the doom that follows these tainted trinkets of the Dark Lord. Win or lose, the Dwarf will not be the better for using the ring.
Radagast calls to Gotrek, "My lord, if you wish me be at your side in this duel, I will be there. But first I ask you to give me a moment to complete my task here."
Gotrek agrees and fingers the ring anxiously. The Wizard then strides to the parapet, and arrows shoot past him and clatter against the stone, but they are fired without true aim for none below can see past his spells of illusions.
Radagast then stretches out his hands towards the rearguard of the Orcish army and he now towers over the edge of the cliff like a black thunderhead in the falling night. The battle is quiet for a moment. In an instant, a blue glow flashes like flame across Radagast's fingers and crackles in white arcs.
He then speaks a Word of Command.
The heavens are split asunder by a blinding sheet of white, and branching pillar of lightening connects the raging sky to the enemy below. The deadly arcs of death fall like rain upon the Orcs and Trolls and many are burned to ash where they stand. A foul cloud of smoke rises across the battlefield, and it is lit and pierced by the continuing flashes of Radagast lightning. The air stinks of blood and flesh consumed. The beating of the war drums is drowned by the resounding crashes and roars of thunder that echo across the hills and shake rocks loose from the cliffs, and it seems that the world is about to end in a wave of blinding and deafening rage.
Radagast looks awhile longer at the storm and listens to the screams of the dying with grim satisfaction. He searches the host of the enemy and quickly finds Grulk, a black menace of metal and terror. The wizard's eyes meet those of his foe, and Radagast sees that Grulk is not deceived by his spells. Grulk grins wickedly at him even as another lightning bolt falls far behind him. The Orc undoubtedly had some command of magic, and there was no way to cause a thunderbolt to strike him from on high. His warded armour would shield him from all but the most direct spells and injuries.
Gotrek interrupted Radagast's thoughts, saying, "We must be going, for our battle has yet to begin."
Heliona
As evening approached, Heliona and White Shadow neared a line of small, wooded hills. They climbed to the top of the nearest and emerged above the line of trees. Looking down, Heliona could see the Elven army of Galad marching towards her. She waited there silently while they approached.
Suddenly, one of the foremost elves spotted her astride White Shadow, who was gleaming silver-orange in the evening light and a star was shining on her brow. The elf pointed them out to the others. Heliona saw her cousin, Glorifas, gaze up at her and then send an order for the army to halt. Heliona sat and waited, looking grim, and then called Blacktip down from the sky to land on her shoulder.
“Blacktip, stay close but unseen. I wish you to hear all the conversation so as to pass it on to Radagast,” she quietly explained to the Eagle. He looked back at her with intelligence in his eyes, quickly rubbed his head against her cheek, and then flew off to a nearby tree, where even Heliona could only just see him, and only because she knew he was there.
Heliona turned and looked back at the Elven army. It looked to her as though all of Galad was there. It was a huge army. Heliona shuddered, thinking about the damage it could do to Karaz-Durn. She saw Glorifas riding up the hill towards her, and then stop and wait for another rider coming from the other end of the army, and then they continued to ride up the hill together.
When they rode up, Glorifas looked pleased as he recognised his wandering cousin, and exclaimed, “Heliona! You’ve come back! Have you come to join us in the battle against the Dwarves of Karaz-Durn, to avenge my father’s, your uncle’s, murder?” As he said this, the old man, wrapped in a blue cloak, who had joined him, scowled mightily. Glorifas noticed Heliona glance at his companion, and introduced him, “Ah, yes, Heliona, this is your forefather, Alatar. He came back to us suddenly. Please forgive him his scowl, but he believes this venture is foolish.”
Heliona exchanged a look with the Wizard, and realised that Alatar was wise to accompany her impetuous cousin, for he was knowledgeable in the ways of the Elves of Galad. She then turned to Glorifas.
“In answer to your questions, yes, I’m back, yes I will avenge the death of my uncle and King, but I have not returned to go to battle against the Dwarves of Karaz-Durn. For you do not know the entire tale, and should not cast blame where it is not deserved. Forláthan was not killed by any who are loyal to the King of Dwarves, but by a Dwarf named Dugrim, a follower of the rogue Dwarf, Forin, who is being used by dark forces beyond his comprehension. The old King of Karaz-Durn is dead, and his son, Gotrek, has taken his place. Your father, as King, made his peace with Gotrek, and died saving his life. Do not let his death be in vain! Gotrek, his followers, and my friends are trapped in Karaz-Durn, surrounded by Forin and his followers, with Orcs fat approaching from the north. They need your help!”
Glorifas sat long and thoughtful. “Heliona, you speak truly and wisely, as always. I will heed your counsel, and we will not march West was enemies of Gotrek, but as allies. Come, we must leave at once!” He turned his horse and galloped back down the hill. Heliona and Alatar sat awhile atop of the hill, gazing west as the setting sun sank down behind the mountains.
The elf-maiden turned toward Alatar. “Do not judge Radagast too harshly. He has changed since you saw him last, and has saved my life and watched over me. I am very fond of him and I hope that he and you will work together to help us, for contempt and mistrust will only destroy any god that we do, and I do not want to have to choose between you, for I fear you would not lie the choice.” Heliona’s voice was laced with warning.
Alatar looked at her in surprise, shocked at hearing that she knew about his innermost feelings. But Heliona was an unusual elf-maiden, with the power of the Maia running strong in her blood, and she could see deep into people’s hearts.
Slowly, he nodded, “You are very wise, Heliona. I know I can trust your judgement, and I remember, long ago, that I thought Radagast had great potential for good. I, too, will follow your counsel.” With that, they set off down the hill, Heliona explaining to Alatar what had happened to Thorondor from what she had heard from Radagast and White Shadow. As they rode down the hill, only Heliona saw Blacktip rise out of the trees and fly West, to tell Radagast of all that had occurred and that the Elven army was now an ally, marching as fast as they could to aid the Dwarves and Heliona’s Companions.
White Shadow
“Alatar, do you know of a way to heal a person who has been bitten by a wolf that is a servant on the Enemy?” and she described Elendil’s symptoms.
After getting over his shock of meeting a talking horse, Alatar replied, “Yes, I do, although it is a little-used remedy, and many people have died because of it danger. The patient must be strong to survive the antidote. Why? Is there someone at Karaz-Durn that is suffering from this?”
“Yes,” the silver mare replied, “a friend of ours.” White Shadow told him the details of the battle with the wolves.
“Then speed is of the essence,” Alatar said, “not only for the lives of all the occupants of Karaz-Durn, but also for Elendil, who will surely die soon anyway. He must be strong-willed to have survived this long, even with your help, Heliona, and the remedy must be used soon before the poisoning is irreversible.”
They had reached the Elven army now, who were ready to leave, and Heliona and Alatar rode alongside Glorifas, leading the way swiftly and silently through the woods. It would be a day before they reached Karaz-Durn, for, although Heliona had reached them in a few hours, she was but one, and was riding a Horse of Rohan closely akin to the mearas, of whom Shadowfax was Lord, and the elves were many, half of whom were on foot.
Tharkun
*Inside the cave*
Hello, friends, what chance brings you near our hideout? For I have not been informed as I should have been it seems. Is Thorondor all right? Have you any news on the battle brewing outside? You do know that I have spotted that "Minas Morgul" man walking among the enemies. Oh, you didn’t know that, well it is true, though I know no more of it. He could be their captive, for ransom or some nonsense. Well, I am rambling, please get these people food and drink, and a decent space to rest a bit.
*A dwarf quickly follows the White one's commands, and some refreshments are brought out. I know you must not tarry, so eat fast and be off. Good luck and god speed.
Oh, and take this herb, it is of my own growing and it has a bit of Istari Magic to it, it may become more useful than you realize....
Ringgamer
Ringgamer quietly regarded the dwarves under Tharkun's command. "We have no more news than you do, my friend. I was hoping you could share some with us. Thorondor was wounded and needs to get to the shelter of Karaz-Durn as quickly as possible. I've already done everything I can, and he will live - but there is worse at work."
Thunder and lightning crashed outside the cave, making the Ranger glad she sought shelter but worried for Magpie Jen and for the battle in the distance that brought on the wizard-made fireworks. Tharkun had no more information for her, though, so she settled for standing in the mouth of the cave, watching for some sign that it would be safe to travel again. So close to Karaz-Durn, and yet so far away.
Shadowfax
"It is good to see you again Tharkun. I'm glad to see that you are in good health."
Shadowfax was given food and water, when he was done eating he walked up to the Ranger. He gazed out upon the land.
"I wish there was more that I could do. I feel the movement of great armies under my hooves. I would ride to Rohan and command the free horses to follow me, but it would be to late to help I fear."
"We must be off soon, Ranger. As soon as the Eagle has rested a bit we must make for Karaz-Durn, rain or not."
They stood in the mouth of the cave for a few more minutes, and then retreated deeper into the cave to rest awhile.
Tharkun
Come here Ringgamer, I have something to show you in this cave.
Tharkun takes Ringgamer bye the shoulder and leads him through a back corridor
Ringgamer says: what would you like to show me Tharkun?
Here in this very cave I have found some very interesting things, bye chance. It seems you are very lucky for being here to, for here is a shield of pure mithril, and also a sword. Take these, give this crystal to Thorondor. He may take comfort in having such a beautiful piece of jewellery. I says its prettier than the arkenstone... what do you think? Well, I have also found this scroll, though I know not who wrote it. All I can make out is this sentence
....those....go...deep....cave....beware...for...the....beast...
What do you think it means? I am starting to feel that this cave is not the safest place we can be...
Heliona
Heliona, Alatar, and Glorifas urged the Elves on. They had been travelling all night, but were not weary, for Elves can go without rest for very long periods, sustained by their spirit and perhaps lembas.
"Look, there is the lightning of battle!" Glorifas shouted, pointing west.
Heliona looked toward the lightning. "That is Radagast's work. We must hurry, cousin, they will need our help!"
They hurried on, and in a few hours emerged out of the forest near the scene of battle. Elendil and Radagast saw them and came towards them with a band of Dwarves.
Heliona's face brightened. "You are looking better Elendil. How goes the battle? I hope we are here in time." Heliona turned and quickly introduced Glorifas. "And I think there is no need to introduce Alatar," and here she gave Alatar a fierce look, warning him to behave himself.
Alatar smiled, and strode forward, holding out his hand to Radagast. "I have put the past behind me. I hope we can be friends, or, if not, not enemies. I will aid you as best I can. But first, perhaps we should attend to Elendil. Are you feeling any better?" Here the Wizard explained that Heliona and White Shadow had told him about their experience with the wolves.
Elendil replied, "It is well enough, although I cannot feel my arm. But I will not have treatment until this battle is over, for I would not deplete our side by occupying a Wizard's time unnecessarily."
Alatar nodded silently, and then Radagast took them away to meet with Gotrek to discuss battle tactics.
Ringgamer
The ranger stood quietly and pondered the trinkets Tharkun discovered with her educated eye. "I think," she said at last, "that Shadowfax is right. Thunder or no, battle or no, we must make for Karaz-Durn now. We've delayed too much as it is. But for you, Tharkun..." Ringgamer admired the shield and then put it down, leaning against the wall. "I would suggest you get out of this cave as fast as possible. Shiny mithril tokens are not merely left lying in caves, it bodes evil. I will not take it, lest it call down whatever guards this treasure."
Taking Thorondor in her arms again, Ringgamer leaped to Shadowfax’s back and started out of the cave, calling behind her, "Mark me, Tharkun! Leave the treasures and get out of the cave while you can! May we see you and your blades in Karaz-Durn!"
Elendil
Elendil went with Radagast and the others. He looked around and then says, with a calm voice,
"For this moment, the dwarves hold the Orcs back, but without all catapults and war machines destroyed, there is no change for them to win and in this moment dwarves fall for Orcish steel and arrows. How our tactics will be we most ask Glorifas, if he is prepared to attack a great horde of Orcs and trolls under the command of a orc of a kind I have never seen, a enemy that will be hard to defeat. For then if we attack them from the back, they may fall into panic and we will cross them against the dwarfs, if they are strong enough to hold the Orcs away from Karaz-Durn, for if they get in there, we will have a lot of trouble to get them out of there. But I stand under the command of Radagast and will follow him into the deeps of the darkness, even into the glaze of the lidless eye and I beg you all to follow his counsel. And another problem do we have, what about Tharkun, he has acted strange and I have never really liked him, what will we do with him?
Gotrek
Gotrek looks out over the battlefield. In the distance he sees a great orc running towards him. He then suddenly stops and walks away. Gotrek turns to Radagast and says.
"Get back to the fortress, we need another man there to help with tactics and losing an Istari on the battlefield will not help our chances. Go!"
Unwillingly, Radagast leaves Gotrek's side and the dwarf will take on the captain of the evil company. Morgoth had spied the ring and sent some of the Nazgul to retrieve it. One of them had accepted Gotrek's challenge and was going to meet him. As they drew closer, Gotrek could start to feel fear inside him but he drove it from him and went to meet the dark captain. The Nazgul that Gotrek was up against was Khamul. The army of darkness started to encircle the pair to make sure that Gotrek did not escape and also to get a better view. Gotrek hoped that this would give his army a chance to prepare themselves for an attack. Khamul spoke to Gotrek.
Give me the ring and I'm sure that my master will reward you dearly."
Gotrek pulled out his axe and bent down as if to yield. Secretly, he pulled a knife from his boot and said,
"I will do no such thing!"
He threw the knife at Khamul and it hit him, he staggered back then stood up straight again and laughed.
"Is that the best you can do little man!”?
Gotrek picked up his axe double-handed and launched himself at the Witch King's lieutenant.
Magpie Jen
Magpie Jen raced through the forest for Karaz-Durn as quickly as her small black wings could carry her. She wanted to deliver the message of Ringgamer's party delay and the message of Thorondor as quickly as possible, and the million unknown things that could have happened to them, the Eagle and indeed their allies ahead in Karaz-Durn tore through her head with almost as much urgency as she flew through the trees.
An evil smell assailed the bird’s senses and she banked quickly into the shelter of a pine. Orcs were massing, battle was preparing, and evil sacrifices were roasting in the fires of the Dark forces. The army of Evil that stretched between her and sanctuary with the Dwarves was like a dire forest, prickling with the spears and banners of the horde.
There's nothing else to do, I suppose. Just streak for home and hope I make it to those ramparts. Jen thinks.
At that moment the heavens open with Radagast's rain. The sacrificial fires are doused, but, unfortunately, so is the magpie. Clacking her beak despondently, the bird shakes her feathers as dry as she can, cursing since damp feathers are much more difficult to manoeuvre in.
Like a shaft from an arrow, the magpie streaks across the enemy field, darting to the sides occasionally to avoid stray missiles shot for sport by the Orcs below. The storm continues to beat down and Jen must fly lower than she would prefer.
Only an arrow-flight from the bulwarks of Karaz-Durn, the leather pouch suspended from Magpie Jen's neck catches on the spear of an Orcish flag bearer. The thong snaps and the bird is thrown against the shield of a burly Orc with a cruelly shaped horn. The soldier obviously believes he is under attack from the ramparts above, not seeing the small black bird at his feet, and starts blowing his war-horn. Answering calls echo across the gathered enemy, and battle is joined.
Barely conscious beneath the feet of the Orc, Magpie Jen thinks to herself, By the egg, if I didn't just start a battle... I hope they were ready up there, all I can say.
Losing several tail feathers in the mash of iron-shod Orc feet that pound around her, the bird finally manages to break free and sails over the ramparts into Karaz-Durn. A rock, fired from a slingshot that could have belonged to either side, catches Jen broadside and she tumbles to the rock of the ramparts, safe but stunned in the Dwarven stronghold.
She calls to the first friendly face, "Thorondor is safe with Ringgamer, but a day's flight from here. And Thorondor says" she croaks, "The Eagle says that.... Caarhk, he'll hopefully be here soon enough to tell you himself..."
Unaware if her message was heard or not, the bird descends the levels of consciousness and lies on the stones of Karaz-Durn while the battle wages like the storm itself over her.
Gotrek
Gotrek jumped into the air and came down on Khamul, axe first. Sparks flew off Khamul's shield as he staggered back from the blow.
"Not bad for a dwarf. It can end if you give me the ring."
"Not Likely!"
Again Gotrek swung at Khamul but missed. Khamul brought his sword on Gotrek but Gotrek put his axe in the way of the deadly blade. Gotrek swung again and Khamul ducked, as he did, he tripped up Gotrek and he fell flat on his back. He stood over Gotrek and laughed.
"This is a taste of what your death will be like. Very clumsy weapons axes."
He then stabbed Gotrek in the foot and he screamed. The scream could be heard all around the battlefield even in the fortress. Many dwarves thought the worst. Filled with pain and anger, Gotrek stood up again and stared at Khamul. Khamul then went to stab Gotrek again but Gotrek brought up his axe in such a way that the blade got stuck between the two blades of the axe.
"It may be clumsy but you can't do this with a blade."
Gotrek then sharply twisted his axe and the blade snapped. Khamul staggered back first mortified to see what the dwarf had done to his weapon but then laughed and pulled out a second sword. This one seemed more dangerous than the first and as he drew it out of it's sheath, Gotrek's wound gave him pain. Black flames leaped from the blade and it seemed that the blade was screaming. Gotrek had doubt that he could win this battle but he still hoped that his friends would take advantage of the situation. All of the Orcs were watching the fight and they could easily be caught unaware. Gotrek then got ready to fight again.
Elendil
As Radagast saw how Gotrek challenged the Nazgul, he nearly screamed "no". "Gotrek don’t know what he was up to, that stupid dwarf," he thought.
But in a second he realised that many Orcs watched the battle that would soon end in Gotrek’s death if not something was done very quickly. Suddenly, with no warning, Glorifas armies attacked. The elves that were clad in shining armour fell into the ranks of the Orcs. In a scream the Orcs realised their dumbness. And with many Orcs fighting the dwarfs, there wasn’t enough there to stop the elves. There came Glorifas the brave, there came Elendil the tall with Narsil and there was Heliona with her bow and no orc could stand in their way. The Orcs screamed as they died and panic filled their harts as they saw the end of their lives in the eyes of their enemies. The Orcs fled, but around Khamul stood trolls, cruel and massive, with giant clubs. The elves attack stopped against the wall of trolls and there seemed, as there was no hope for Gotrek inside the ring of Trolls. And far away it seemed, a horn was blown, a sound of despair was in it, calling for help to Karaz-Durn, for the dwarves thought that the end had come for Karaz-Durn when they heard Gotrek’s cry and many harts failed and vanished and the Orcs pressed them backwards into the halls of Karaz-Durn
Radagast
The once beautiful, mithril-laced steel doors of the Gate now lay cracked and broken, streaked with a mix of ash of blood. A flaming comet of stone and oil crashed upon the Dwarves that stood before the ruined Gate. They screamed, burned, and fell. As fate would have it, a few catapults survived the noble sacrifice of the Dwarves and launched a hail of fire at the Gate and upon the ramparts.
The Enemy's army pressed onwards. Though the Dwarves and Elves outnumbered them, the Trolls gave great strength to the Enemy, for they counted for numerous foes. Worse, there was still the Nazgul to be dealt with.
Grulk lead the Orcs and Trolls in a bloody melee at the Gate as the Enemy entered the Halls of Karaz-Durn, but all knew that Khamul was the deadliest force on the battlefield. Indeed, the Orcs pressed close to the Gate almost in fear of the Nazgul.
Radagast had returned to the battlements as Elendil went below to fight. It was night now, and an eerie darkness fell across the blood washed stones and frowning cliffs that lined the road and scrublands. Few torches flickered, for Radagast's drenching rain held at bay the flames, and the Orcs could not use their deadly fire arrows. The pale-blue lanterns of the Elves, however, still glimmered amid the wind and rain, for they were wrought with ancient skills now lost to Man. A few of these orbs of light flickered about the battlefield, but many Elves doused them since they only drew fire from the Enemy.
In the distance, Radagast could see a silvery figure bent over in the poor light, but a dark shadow was towered over it like part of the brooding storm. A flaming blade flickered in its black pall, and it moved suddenly, toppling its prey.
"Drat that Dwarf!" Radagast cursed as he looked out from behind the parapet walls. "He sends me back here only to go and get himself killed!" He fumed for a moment longer, thinking of some way to save Gotrek from doom at the hands of the Nazgul.
"Lightning would be of no help here," he mused, "It would destroy Khamul's form, sending him fleeing back to Mordor, but Gotrek would be killed... I supposed it would work as a last resort, but only if Gotrek is already dead."
Radagast looked away for the moment from the duel only to see that Grulk, along with several Troll bodyguards, had arrived at the head of the melee. A wave of Dwarves rushed out of the broken Gate, and they had been held in reserve for the end, for they were the last warriors in Karaz-Durn.
Grulk laughed and swung his mace, crushing skulls and shattering limbs like dead twigs. Despite his armour, the Orc moved with unnatural grace as if the battle had been scripted and he was already the winner.
Radagast called out from on high, "Enough!" and he pointed his hands at Grulk. The mage's eyes shone like stars in the night as he stood at near the edge of the wall like a god come to earth.
The massive Orc fell back as if struck a blow, and his eyes appeared glazed. He started screaming, "The Wizard! The Wizard, He is HERE! We must flee! We cannot stand before HIM!"
He turned and tried to shove his way past his own guards to flee the images that haunted him. But he did not get far. A Dwarven axe slammed into his shoulder and pierced the heavy armour. There was a white flash as the runes placed upon the metal were broken. Blood ran down his arm, and he stumbled. The Dwarf raised his weapon again, but was struck down by the stone fist of a great Troll. A blast of lightning followed, killing both friends and foes alike. Smoke rose up, obscuring the wounded Grulk and his opponents. Radagast could not see through the clouds, but it seemed that the enemy had been halted at the entrance to the Halls.
Satisfied for the moment, Radagast looked back to the duel, but night had swallowed both friend and foe entirely. The old wizard shook his head, fearing the worst. An arrow then whined close over his shoulder - too close. Some of the Orc below must have noticed him, and so he retreated back into the safety of the parapet. More arrows hissed, but he was safe as long as he kept near the stonewall, but he could do little well from there. Fortunately, the Orc could only guess at his location - the eyes of cat do little good against a wizard who wishes not are seen.
The battle rages on, and both sides paid the price of war...
Finrod Felagund
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Tharkun
Fear not, brown wizard. I have come to aid you in this battle, and after we have been victorious, what is to become of this beautiful place? Oh, well, one cannot dwell on such things.... Hmm, I suppose that Minas Morgul man turned away before the battle, or escaped. He could have been a prisoner... Let us Become ONE in battle and slay these fools!!!
Shadowfax
Shadowfax flew across the rain soaked land carrying his two passengers closer to Dwarf strong hold. The sound of battle could be heard and grew louder with every step the horse took.
"I can see the fighting up ahead now!" said Shadowfax.
The horse slowed to walk. Then stopped, surveying the carnage. Many Orcs, Elves, Dwarves and Trolls lay dead or dieing and their numbers grow by the second.
"We can't enter through the main gate, unless we can fly unseen! Ranger, you are familiar with this land, is there another entrance less known?"
"Yes, there is a secret side entrance into Karaz-Durn, but the path may have been discovered by the enemy. But it seems we have little choice." said Ringgamer.
The Ranger guided Shadowfax and Thorondor to the secret path. Luck was on their side and they saw no Orcs to hinder them. Soon they where at the side door to Karaz-Durn. The door was well concealed and only a Rangers skill could find it. Ringgamer spoke an ancient word and the door slowly opened. The Dwarves had not posted a guard on this door, they figured nobody would ever find it let alone know the word of command to open it.
Horse, Ranger and Eagle Entered Karaz-Durn. The door slowly closed after they passed.
Ringgamer
A thick, stuffy darkness closed upon the weary travellers, though torchlight far away indicated the passable halls of the Dwarven stronghold. Keeping her knife in one hand, Ringgamer walked just ahead of Shadowfax, who stepped lightly so as not to drop Thorondor. The eagle was getting impatient and ornery, especially after being forced to ride through the carnage of a battle that he could not join.
There was little sound to be heard as they reached the broad, skilfully wrought passageways of the occupied areas of Karaz-Durn. Shouts, noise of battle, but those were far off and faint. "I've not been here before, my knowledge of lore extends to that door and no further," the Ranger said grimly. "I can but guess which direction to go."
"And I do not like the underground," the great horse murmured, eyes wild as they looked around.
"Still, we have to find Radagast and Gotrek. From them we can get news of how the battle goes, and aid for Thorondor." She looked back and smiled at the blinking black eyes of the mighty eagle. "See? I told you I could get you here safe, and better than you were when we set out. But now...to find Radagast..."
Elendil
Suddenly as Radagast stood silent, thinking of the next move, Elendil stumbled down beside him. His once proud and shining armour was covered with blood and his wounded arm laid still and it didn’t seem to move at all. As Radagast looked at him, Elendil spoke,
Forgive me, I have betrayed you, I joined the battle when my duty was to stand at your side, I only hope that you will forgive me some day, if survive this day of fire. Please let me explain.
Radagast nodded quickly, anxious to get to his other duties. Elendil then spoke,
As I saw Gotrek challenge the Nazgul, I couldn’t just stand still, I and Glorifas pressed into the Orcs, trying to reach Gotrek, but the trolls stood there, massive and deadly and when I realised I had left you I was already deep into the battle. It was a hard work to get to you, there were Orcs all around us, I fear that new troops as come, uruks, with great axes and swords and the hills far away is on fire, I also fear that Glorifas and Heliona could be trapped between the newcomers and the hold horde. And the dwarves are almost beaten, the battle will end in death and fire even if they win and Karaz-Durn will lay broken. And at last I ask for forgiveness and I promise I will follow you until my debt is paid, even if I have to pay it with my life.
Radagast looked at him and in the background, from the battlefield, they heard drums of war mixed with the horns of the dwarves that cried in despair and the sound of the elves, as they gathered around Glorifas to protect him into their death. And far in the deep dark, Khamul smiled.
Heliona
Heliona had been fighting valiantly beside her cousin, firing arrows from Lincu, slaying Orcs before they came too close. Now, however, they were too close to shoot, and she drew her sword, Valenceder. It glowed silver and blue.
Heliona looked at her sword, at the hard-pressed Elves around her, and at Glorifas, who had blood streaming down his forehead. She sighed, knowing what she had to do. She gathered all of her latent power, and channelled it through the sword. Blue and silver lightning streaked out from the sword, straight to the hearts of their foes, and there were a pile of dead Orcs' ahead of them.
The Elves rejoiced, and reinforced their attack, but Heliona knew that her strength would not last forever, already she was weak. She only hoped that someone had seen her lightning, and knew where they were, and could perhaps send help.
Gotrek
During the battle, Magpie Jen seems to be called and she flies from her place and over the battlefield to where Gotrek and Khamul are fighting. Gotrek was in pain from his wound and obviously struggling. Khamul seemed to getting the upper hand. All around them, Orcs were running wild with dwarves and elves running after them. The trolls, however, stood firm against their attackers. Khamul then came down on Gotrek like a lightning bolt and he buckled under the attack. Khamul stood over him for the last time.
"I will say it for the last time, give me the ring!"
"Go to hell!"
"You first."
Khamul then thrust his sword threw Gotrek. Magpie Jen saw this and swooped down to the pair. As Khamul lifted the ring out of Gotrek's pocket, Magpie Jen caught it between her beak and flew off back to the fortress. Angry he picked up his sword with Gotrek still on it. He lifted it above his head for everyone around to see. The dwarves that were close stood still and watched, even the Orcs watched and marvelled that the leader of the opposing army was defeated. To the dwarves, the Orcs and even Khamul's amazement, with his little strength left, Gotrek struck Khamul square on the head with his axe. Khamul gave out a shout of anguish and then fell with Gotrek beside him. The dwarves saw this and with a newfound fury fought on with all their might to claim their King's body.
Radagast
Radagast looked out across the bleak nightscape, searching for any sign of his friends amid the wreckage and madness below. In the distance, he saw a blue-white flash briefly, and a wave of arcing lightning crackled over a score of shadowy shapes.
The wizard ponders over this, thinking aloud to himself: "I wonder what that was? It came from the direction of the Elves - didn't Heliona have some ways with magic? Perhaps she is with them, but how will they reach the stronghold now?"
Elendil said, "I am not certain, but perhaps the Dwarves have another entrance into their stronghold - they often plan for such things. If only we had more time to prepare for this battle, our plans might have been better." The warrior then leaned heavily against the rock, his arm cold and still.
Radagast looked on sadly at him, saying, "Perhaps the Elves have a way to truly cure your wounds - we will know this if they get here. For now, let me tend to it as best as I can."
Elendil showed Radagast the terribly marks left by the Wolf's teeth and claws. Though the flesh was not corrupted, dark red pits lay in the pale and cold skin.
Radagast rummaged around in his satchel until he found a glass vial filled with a thick, silvery liquid that sparkled like starlight. He then asked Elendil for water, and the warrior gave him his flask. The Wizard then poured out one drop of the precious substance on a flat, bowl like stone nearby. Atop that, he poured the water until the basin was full. All of it now glimmered with an eerie ghost light.
An arrow whizzed by, but the Orcs below had more problems to deal with than an old man and a tired warrior on the battlements. Radagast took out a green cloth and unrolled it. A silver star was embroidered in its centre. He then ran it through the water and approached Elendil. His face was stern, as he said, "I must warn you - this will hurt greatly, but I feel that the use Silverdew is the only way to treat such wounds."
Elendil nodded and braced himself. Radagast applied the cloth to his arm, and the warrior clenched his teeth in terrible agony. It felt as if flames coursed across his body and swept through him; in sense, this was true, for Silverdew is an aspect of raw power, derived from what little remains of the light of the Silver Tree. Only Radagast and the Elves from the darker corners of the Earth knew how to derive this potion from the moonlight that falls on the purest of waters, and it takes years to produce even a single vial of the precious substance.
After a long moment, the agony subsided. Radagast again inspected the wound, and the red pits were fading to a healthier colour now. Elendil would still need healing of his mind and heart, but his body was no longer in danger.
Radagast then said, "Feel no shame in leaving me, my friend, for there was little you could do up here. If anything, you would have provided a target for the Orcs; at least below, you killed many of their number. I am just thankful that you returned to me before your wound was fatal!"
Elendil nodded and then paused, and a dark look was on his face. He pointed into the screaming night and said, "Look there! What can that be?"
Radagast himself was not certain. Off in the night, a twisting, ghostly shape of white swirled up slowly. In a moment, it thinned and faded out like a puff of smoke. The Wizard shook his head, not at all liking the strange things he had seen. But what troubled him most was that the pale vapour arose from where he had last seen Gotrek and Khamul before the darkness was absolute. What could it mean?
None could answer, and the brooding clouds turned their fading drizzle again into a downpour. The night wept and the outside world was lost to the Wizard and Elendil as they both thought to find some way to unite their forces against the enemy.
Radagast muttered to himself, "I just wonder where the others are? So many departed bravely, but I fear that so few will return..."
Magpie Jen
Magpie Jen lies beneath the eaves of the old stronghold, having obviously evicted the pigeons that normally live there since the poor birds coo forlornly on the roof above.
She rolls over in her delirium and is startled by a sharp object beneath her. She tucks her head under her breast and peers blearily at the offending thing. "A ring. Now, by the egg and the eggs of my parents, where did that come from?" She groans, "Oh my poor head, I remember some silly heroics... Tomorrow is soon enough to admire the loot."
The black and white bird makes herself more comfortable, "I wonder if anyone heard me call out that Ringgamer was bringing Thorondor on Shadowfax?"
She glares at the pigeons that are politely trying to reclaim their nest, "Go on, you insipid things, and let a great war hero rest!"
Shadowfax
The small party walked down the stone hall, the sound of voices where getting louder. Just then, four armed dwarves appeared right in front of them. The two groups eyed each other, then one of the dwarfs said, "You are correct Rolf, they don’t appear to be Orcs!" The dwarves had seen them coming down the hall for some time and decided to wait and see who it was. They had expected it to be orc spies, seeking another entrance to the stronghold.
"Indeed, we are allies!" responded Ringgamer.
Ringgamer quickly told the dwarves who they were and why they had come by the side door.
"Please, Take us to Gotrek or Radagast the Brown as quickly as you can." said Ringgamer.
The dwarves lead the company down the hall, turning this way and that down the twisting passages. Shadowfax caught sniff of fresh air up ahead and he was glad.
"Horses are not made to travel underground, and I be happier to be in larger spaces."
The dwarves lead them up several wide stairways. Before long they were at the top of Karaz-Durn, the sound of battle was much louder. Ringgamer spotted Radagast instantly; the wizard appeared to be working his magic on a tall Elf.
Ringgamer
The Ranger sighed with short-lived relief. "I thought we would never make it. We seem to have missed the worst of the battle. Did you get Magpie Jen's message?"
Radagast looked up from his work with Elendil. "Message? No, I don't believe so."
Ringgamer frowned worriedly. "Has no one seen her? Small she may be, and overlooked in a battle like this, but she has done Thorondor and myself great service. I hope she didn't get caught out in that." She waved a hand toward the raging battle. "What's going on? Please, Radagast, fill me in on what we've missed. And....is there anything more you should do for Thorondor?"
Elendil
Elendil became breathless as the pain shocked him, but after what had seemed as an eternity, he looked up. He felt clean, his hart was still in despair but he would survive, to what was his own mission, he most fight on. Radagast spoke to him but suddenly they were not alone. There came Ringgamer, Shadowfax and Thorondor. The wizard smiled up and looked at them but then went to Thorondor. Elendil then spoke to Ringgamer,
"The elven army, led by Glorifas has arrived and they attacked the Orcs as they watched the battle between Khamul and Gotrek."
"Battle between Khamul and Gotrek," Ringgamer suddenly said," was the dwarf crazy".
"No, not crazy I think, just brave and without him your return could have been much worse but I feel that something dark has happen to him. The battle rage on but the elves and dwarfs is divided and new Orcs has arrived, I fear that this day may end in death for us all if cannot get the elves to the halls of Karaz-Durn. We could surely need the eagles now, old Thorondor.
He then sighed and turned away looking far away and said for himself," I wish I could see Numenor once more, before the night comes."
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Gotrek
Shield Bearer
Alliance: Durin's Folk
Last Visited: 22 Jan 2008
Joined: 28 Mar 2000
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Gotrek
Suddenly there was a massive battle cry from the side of the mountain. Everyone looked up and saw a massive wave of men approaching. The battle weary dwarves on the battlefield when they saw their allies, found strength and headed straight for the trolls. The foul beasts stood their ground slaughtering many dwarves but they pressed on and one after another they felled the trolls. They readied their axes to do combat with Khamul but all they saw was a black cloak, a glowing sword and a fallen dwarf. They rushed to see if it was Gotrek and unfortunately it was. They looked around and the black rider was no-where to be seen. There they stood their ground until the battle was over.
The new company of men came down the mountainside with an old friend at the front Anriel Mendereth. She led the men into the battle and among the Orcs. They were now aware that Khamul had left and there was no sign of Grulk. They were confused and ran in all directions. Heliona and the elves stood ground and fired endless arrows into the mass of Orcs. A lightning bolt came from the skies to smite the Orcs, a sign that Radagast was watching. It wasn't long before the Orcs had been routed. All that was left was a group of dwarves guarding something. Seeing that the battle was over all of Gotrek's followers, wounded or not walked towards the dwarves. There was cheering and laughter as they saw each other again. But as they saw what was inside the ring of dwarves, their laughter soon stopped. Radagast was the first to enter the circle and knelt down beside the dwarf and started to look into his pockets. Immediately the dwarves challenged him and picked him up and threw him out of the circle thinking that he was trying to take something. Radagast was not angry because he didn't blame them for what they did. He did however have the time to try and find something but unfortunately it wasn't there.
Radagast
Radagast looked on at the Dwarves as they knelt around their fallen leader to pay their respects. Few had taken on such a terrible burden as he, for he alone among the Dwarves in all of Middle Earth's history had struck down a Ringwraith and sent its dark form back to its fell master in Mordor. But his victory was not without price, for his own life had passed on the blade of his foe. Worse, the Dwarven ring he had held was not to be found.
Radagast shook his head as he left the Dwarves, and words of old passed through his mind:
Three Rings for the Elven Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men, doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them.
One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the shadows lie.
Gotrek's ring could not be found, and it seemed that it had somehow passed into the hands of the Enemy. Though not even Radagast knew the powers of the Seven, none could gain from having that ring sit on the blackened hand of the Dark Lord.
Radagast waited for the Dwarves to depart with the body of their master, for he wished to search the ground around the final duel and to also inspect the remains of the Wraith in order to better understand the arts of the Enemy.
The battle had died down now, as Men, Dwarves, and Elves had pressed the Orcs and Trolls a distance away from the Gates of the Dwarven stronghold. The wind blew harshly across the battlefield, and a gentle rain fell, mourning the fallen.
Gotrek
The dwarves carry their fallen leader back through the gates, through the courtyard and into the hall. They walk into his room and place him on his bed. There the entire company of dwarves, elves and men went and paid their respects. Radagast had brought the ancient blade, which was used to slay the dwarf and placed it beside him and called out.
"From now on this sword shall be called 'The Blade of the Fallen'"
One by one Gotrek's friends entered the room to pay their respects.
Ringgamer
Ringgamer wandered the battlements of Karaz-Durn alone, hood raised to shield off the rain, musing on things in her own way. She had not known Gotrek well, and so did not mourn overlong; though she knew inwardly the grief and strife this tragic turn would cause the others. The Ranger had concerns of her own to attend to, and thinking to do in the rain-washed darkness of the hours before dawn.
A cluster of pigeons nesting beneath an eave cooed and fluttered out to meet the coming dawn, their clutter attracting Ringgamer's attention. She noted where they flew out of, and then looked again upon seeing a bedraggled clump of black and white feathers. Thinking one of the pigeons might be ill or wounded and in need of simple aid, the Ranger stepped closer and peered into the shelter of the overhang. Her heart leaped when she saw it was Magpie Jen.
"No! Oh, no, what's happened?" Ringgamer reached into the space and carefully lifted the Magpie out, cradling her in her hands and checking for signs of life. Indeed, the bird was alive, but barely. Ringgamer felt inside the eave space for Jen's trinket bag, and her hand closed on a cold, round, smooth object. Drawing it out, the Ranger stared in amazement as she lifted the ring up between thumb and forefinger.
Magpie Jen
Magpie Jen stirs in Ringgamer's hands and, in a brief moment of pride, the bird tries to upright herself with a flapping of wet wings. But drained, and shocked to see that all her long tail feathers were lost in the battle, she sighs with resignation and not a little gratitude.
"So you've found it, have you?" Magpie Jen's eyes glitter at the ring.
Ringgamer pauses, knowing the bird's fondness for shiny objects, she wonders whether Jen will object.
The bird, though, seems more relieved than anything, "I slept terribly! I'm sure it was that ring. Dreams full of forges and deep rock and darkness. I don't know why I took it from that terrible creature of flame on the battlefield, what do you call them?"
The Ranger opens her mouth to answer, but Magpie Jen shivers, "On second thought, leave it nameless. Poor fellow... that Dwarf, I mean." She is silent, then, "Say, how is the Eagle? And the Horses? Did you have to fight your way here? Do you think the Dwarves keep a lot of treasure in this place? I bumped into this huge Orc on my way here..."
The Ranger shakes her head as she continues through Karaz-Durn; the tired Magpie may have lost her tail feathers but evidently not her tongue.
Heliona
Glorifas came slowly into the chamber where Gotrek is laid and the others were paying their respects. He was holding someone up. It was Heliona. She wearily walked over to her deceased comrade and looked over him grimly. Glorifas explained to the others that it was she that had held the Orcs and Trolls at bay for so long, but then she collapsed from over-using her magic and was now exhausted. Heliona immediately emphasized his point by once again collapsing beside Gotrek's body.
"She needs help," Glorifas looked worried. "Can anybody help her? This is beyond Elven skills."
Thorondor
Evil Cleansed
The battlefield lay hazed and reeking. Faint fires dwindled about its landmarks of death, destruction, and torment. The bodies of Orcs numbered in the thousands, and they lay strewn in pieces across the vast field of carnage. The Dwarves, Elves, and Men were no better off, save that they won, and many were still being gathered and sorted even as Gotrek's funeral was taking place in the Great Hall of Karaz-Durn.
Many were injured; among them were Heliona, who Radagast tended to. Gromel the Dwarf had lost an arm, but refused treatment till the last of his soldiers were healed. Then he was treated, and brought to the Great Hall to give his brother's eulogy, and to receive the crown and title of Karaz-Durn, for he was the second eldest. Ringgamer gave care to Magpie herself, seeing as how they had been through much together. Elendil's arm had been healed, as has been told, and he ever walked by the side of the Brown Wizard, and ever vowed at his service.
Glorifas gathered his Elves, and sent scouts to seek and destroy all remaining Orcs in the land. By the evening of the first day after the two-day battle, Gotrek was put into his tomb, prepared long before, at his birth. There he was laid to rest alongside many of the greatest kings of Dwarves, descending from the brother of Durin, one of the Seven Fathers. There Gotrek was laid, in his own chamber carven through the strongest stone at the root of the mountain. All had paid their respects, and then left him in his peaceful darkness.
Time had soon reached the moment of crowning. And thus it was that on the second morning after the battle, all of the Dwarves of Karaz-Durn, along with their renewed allies, the Elves of Galad, and many others of importance, were gathered on the cleansed battlefield. Gromel stood as high as a Dwarf could upon a large stone seat. There he called upon Radagast to do the honours. The Wizard lifted the shining mithril crown high in the air, and slowly placed it upon Gromel's head. "Gromel, Lord of Dwarves, and King of Karaz-Durn, all rise for his glory!"
Deafening cheers rose up from the depths of the crowd, and spirits were lifted, and there was great rejoicing. Thorondor then came, and landed next to Radagast, his good friend. His wing was healed anew, and it's feathers appeared shining and mighty once again.
Evil Forgotten
Three days of celebration passed until at last all of the scouts of Glorifas had returned. Their tidings were of good kind, and more rejoicing was roused. And it would have continued for many days if Blacktip had not returned with such ill news.
Council was held, and Blacktip spoke before them, "I have bad news indeed; in our great happiness that has followed in these last days, by some unknown cause, we have forgotten about one of us. I speak of Alatar, the Blue Wizard. He arrived here with the Elves and has not been seen since."
This news was, of course, very disturbing, and it was discussed for many hours. "And what of this great Orc Captain," said Elendil, "he was not dealt with, only quietly crept from the battle after Khamul was slain and fled. We know that he was injured, but Trolls guarded him, and we never found his body among the dead."
"Indeed," said Heliona, "there are many loose ends, one of them being those mysterious hounds that attacked us during our stay near the Frostdeep Falls."
"I have a fear for the worse," said Thorondor, "that Grulk has either killed or taken Alatar. He seems exceptionally wise for such a foul creature, and I do not doubt that he could still make use of his diminished forces if he could pry knowledge of magic from Alatar. What say you, Gromel?" he glances at the King, "and you Radagast?" his glance changes. "At any rate, I think that we should search more completely, especially south of here, for you people have surely not forgotten about the fallen Dwarf kingdom in the south, where I see it fit that Grulk would most likely head."
"Indeed, we have not forgotten," said Gromel angrily. They all sat in thought for a moment.
Shadowfax
After the battle, Shadowfax offered to carry the wounded to safety. He carried many injured dwarves, elves and men to Karaz-Durn where they received attention. Soon, he was covered in blood and mud, but he didn’t care.
Sounds of the wounded and dying where everywhere, but their numbers lessened with each trip. He saw Ringgamer off in the distance; she held something in her hand. The object sparkled, even in the rain; Shadowfax wondered what it could be? A dwarf nearby moaned in pain and reminded the horse of his work.
Magpie Jen
The sights and sounds of the recovering City are a source of great curiosity to Magpie Jen, and she will heal quickly with Ringgamer's help.
However, she is temporarily grounded until her tail feathers grow back, or at least, as good as grounded being able only to make short flapping trips. For this reason, as soon as she is able to perch upright, she takes to Ringgamer's shoulder, enjoying the view and the fact that the Ranger travels to such interesting places. Her dreams are still troubled by fire, and she warily eyes the ring in the Ranger's possession.
Radagast
Radagast stood near the shattered entrance to the Dwarven city and beneath the same pine tree as before. It had lost a few limbs in the battle and some of its needs seemed singed, but it was as mighty as the hills and would live for many more years. Hammers clanged in the background, echoing out of the mouth of the city, as the Dwarves began the long task of rebuilding their home.
But this was not Radagast's concern, for he had no interest in metals and jewels, although he respected the Dwarven way. While their toil continued, he rested in the cool air while waiting for his Eagle scouts to return. Alatar was missing, and the loss of an Istari could not be taken lightly.
A grey-cloaked figure approached Radagast, and he bore a staff much like that of the Brown Wizard. He said, "Radagast, my cousin, the time has come for my departure. I am needed in the North, and I must make haste. Farewell, for now."
Radagast replied, "Tharkun, you are always welcome here, and your services in our quest have been of great help. Be careful upon the Road, and perhaps we will meet again before this Age of the world comes to an end."
Tharkun nodded, and then departed. His grey figure vanished into the trees, and all noted his passing.
Heliona
Heliona came slowly up to Radagast. She was well again, but her eyes were worried. Her gaze followed Tharkun as she approached Radagast. "He will be sorely missed. It is a shame that we have had to lose two Istari in such a short space of time." Her gaze left the grey figure in the distance and returned to the brown-cloaked figure beside her. "I fear Alatar's leaving is my fault. I believe he is following the Orc Captain, in order to redeem himself to me. He believes that I have not forgiven him for taking away my foremother, and that, while I love and respect you, he does not get any. He is wrong, although he does not know it."
She sighed and looked north again. "I fear he may do great evil without intent. He has not been in this part of Middle-Earth for an Age or two, and does not know the ways of it. We must find him before anyone else does."
Ringgamer
While Karaz-Durn returned to normal and Gromel assumed the kingship, Ringgamer stayed just outside the dwarf stronghold, saying that as a Ranger she preferred the open pathways under the stars. There was no more business for her inside Karaz-Durn, anyway. She marked the passing of Tharkun with curiosity, and heard the news of Alatar and was troubled. For the time being, however, she merely ambled on long-range patrols with the elves and stray members of her kin who had come down from the North. The chattery Magpie, who had taken to creating a perch of the Ranger's shoulder, was a constant companion and made Ringgamer smile. It was good to have a sidekick, even for a solitary Dunedan.
The one thing that Ringgamer kept most to herself was the ring. She knew what it was, there was no doubt. She knew all the lore of the Rings, and as her nickname (given by fellow Dunedain) suggested, the pursuit of knowledge of the Rings and involvement with those who had claim to those Rings was like a game to the Ranger. Always players moving contrary to one another, in a never-ending dance of power and competition. It was a grand game, with dire consequences if the right team lost. Thus, until Gromel's strength to reign was proven, or until information reached her about it, Ringgamer kept the ring on a long chain sewn into a breast pocket of her jerkin. No one would know about it, and the Magpie was inclined to keep silent about it. Of course, that seemed to be the only thing the Magpie could keep quiet about...
Elendil
Elendil sighed as Tharkun left, even if they hadn’t been best friends, Elendil would miss him. He slowly turned to Radagast and Heliona.
"I have a suggestion, why don’t we depart south, to look for Alatar since we all have been healed, we could surely do such a journey. Thorondor and his eagles could watch the skies and warn us if it would be any threat against us out there. We most of course counsel whit king Gromel but I’m getting tired in just staying here and do nothing. However I will not say against Radagast if he thinks it is a stupid idea and will not be offended if he thinks that, he is now the leader of our company since Gotrek’s noble death and I also have a debt to him.
Radagast
"Nay, we should not yet leave," Radagast said, "Setting out on our own to gain a day would seem foolish if by doing so we lose the potential aid of the Dwarves. Let us first aid them in strengthening their position. Then they, in turn, can aid us in our hunt for Alatar."
Elendil and the other nodded in agreement, but they were concerned that the Wizard might be in grave danger. Radagast seemed to read their thoughts as he stated, "Alatar is in danger, but speed may not avail us here. Recall that he is an Istari, and thus far more powerful than Grulk - and the great Orc is wounded. If our foes wished to kill Alatar, they would have failed unless some greater force could be brought to aid them. As for confining him, even that seems unlikely. I am not sure how to read this riddle, but something tells me that it would be better for us to arrive late and with an army than to arrive early with just a few warriors..."
Radagast then changed topics, saying, "I also wonder what became of the ring. I did not find it near Gotrek's body, and Khamul failed to take it from our friend. It would be wise to locate that Ring, lest it somehow only compound our problems."
Shadowfax
Shadowfax roamed about the outskirts of Karaz-Durn, helping the dwarves when they needed him. As he worked, he often thought of Ringgamer's sparkling object that he had seen. He could not figure out what it could be and was greatly puzzled about why it stayed in his mind.
Elendil
I will follow your counsel, most wise Radagast and silence my hart for a time. But I still remember the attack on the inn, were I was bitten and almost killed, a time will come when the werewolf’s master will pay for what he did. But until then I will bid at your side Radagast, for I will pay my debt and maybe a poor traveller can do some good to, in the search of the ring.
Radagast
"He will suffer for his deeds, but first we must gather the Dwarves and Elves to our side. Once the Dwarven city is again secure, our forces shall be able to venture into the wild and find Alatar." Radagast turned grim and continued, "And when we find those who sought to harm him, they will pay most dearly..."
Dusk was falling on the second day after the battle, and Radagast, as many had come to expect, spent much of his time sitting beneath the pine tree, sending his birds to and froe among the lands. Still no one had seen Alatar, Grulk, nor any living foes anywhere near the mountain of the Dwarves. Elendil returned to the caves to lend his hand in their restoration. Radagast watched him depart, saying, "Do not worry, my friend. The time for vengeance upon the Enemy is near at hand..."
Gotrek
Much work was being done to the caves to restore them back to their old state. But from the tower of Karaz-Durn a black cloud could be seen gathering obviously indicating evil is about. They still have time but the question is, how much?
Anriel Mendereth
In the midst of this confusion, Anriel came up. Her tunic was covered in blood, but luckily it was not her own. Since the battle had ceased she had been helping the healers with the many wounded of the three races, and now she finally appeared, tired, but determined.
"Where is Gotrek? I have important news for him, something that cannot wait. I must find him immediately!"
Heliona stepped forward.
"Gotrek is dead, Anriel. He died while battling Khamul, just before you showed up. Where did you get to before hand?"
Anriel's face went white at the news, but managed to answer:
"I had the feeling that we would need some help, so I rode north to summon some of my people. But are you sure Gotrek died? Maybe he has just disappeared again? Did you actually see him die?"
They nodded, and told her of the funeral that had already taken place. She stood listening silently then, when they had finished, she thought for a few moments, and then turned and moved quickly out of the room.
She had been in this fortress before, when she was a child, and could just about remember whereabouts the tombs were situated. She made her way there with haste.
Reaching the tombs, she sought for the tomb of Gotrek, and upon finding it, opened it with some difficulty. The sight of her friend lying there, cold and pale, almost moved her to tears, but she brushed them away impatiently, and searched his clothes for something that she sensed would be there.
Nothing! Confused as she was, she replaced everything as she had found it, and ran back up to the room she had found the others in before. Only Radagast remained.
"Radagast, I know of all the people in this company, Gotrek trusted you the most, and it would have been to you that he would have mentioned something this important, if he did at all.
Radagast, did Gotrek ever mention to you that he had a ring? Did you ever see him wearing one? However unimportant you may think it, I need the truth and now!"
For a moment, Radagast looked at her, weighing up whether or not he should trust her. Finally, he decided that he could and said:
"There was a ring, one of the Seven."
"Where is it? I need to find it!"
"It has already gone. Ringgamer took it to keep it safe."
The wizard told the warrior where she could find her, and Anriel, after thanking him, went to find her.
It took a while to find her, and an even longer while to convince her to give me the ring. It was too dangerous to tell the ranger the reason she needed it, and she had to come up with a plausible excuse for wanting it. Finally, Ringgamer gave up the ring. She had been surprised that Anriel had known that she had it. Radagast must have told her, so Ringgamer was more inclined to believe her. Taking the ring with many words of thanks, Anriel headed once more for the fortress, and the tomb of the king. Opening the tomb again, Anriel looks around to check that there was no one there, then quickly slips the ring onto Gotrek's finger. She puts her arms around his chest, and pulls him into a sitting position leaning against her. Closing her eyes, she puts her hands over Gotrek’s heart and whispers words from a long forgotten language. She repeated the words over again, each time her voice increasing in volume, the power behind her words growing. When she felt a flutter against her palm, the words changed, and her voice grew quieter, eventually fading away, and when she ceased, Gotrek opened his eyes.
Gotrek
"What, who..." Gotrek vision was fuzzy to begin with but as it cleared with time. The first time that he saw was Anriel looking at him. A smile appeared on his face, he tried to move but he couldn't at first he tried again and was able to stand up. He looked on his hand and saw the ring, to begin with he was filled with happiness but then a sad look was seen on his face. Anriel wondered what was wrong. He was alive but he was sad and asked him what was wrong.
"A new doom has been cast upon me. As long as this ring is on my finger then I will live. The enemy however will know that the ring is back and because I'm wearing it they will know where I am. I cannot take it off because the power of the ring shall leave me and I shall once again die. The ring does not make me immortal. If I die with the ring on, I will not come back to life. Because of the danger that faces me, I can never be the King of Karaz-Durn again. I shall lead a life of constant despair, pursuing the enemy to the ends of the earth. Anriel, could you assemble the rest of my followers that are still here and also anyone else who wants to join to come along as well."
Anriel, though reluctant to go at first, leaving Gotrek in the state that he is in, she obeyed him and went to fetch the rest of the company.
Ringgamer
Unaware of exactly what Anriel meant to do with the ring, the Ranger gave it up and then went in secret, alone, to Radagast.
"I believe my time for assisting your company is through. I have seen to Thorondor's safety and yours, and now I will leave you. Fare you well in your future travels."
Without waiting for the wizard to say anything, Ringgamer turned and silently drifted away, out of the halls of Karaz-Durn, out of the story, never to be seen wandering the wastes of the east and south again. Rumours have it the woman Ranger returned to the North and the guardianship of the Shire with her kin, but no one to this day knows.
Elendil
As a bushfire the rumour that Gotrek had awaken spread threw Karaz-Durn, many dwarfs singed when the word came and hailed him as their king but Gotrek rejected the kingship, not saying why. But one dwarf, that all along had followed Forin, thought that Gotrek was an evil spirit who had awaken, silently sneaked away and was captured by the enemy. And he told them everything he knew.
All along Elendil granted Gotrek his word of happiness and said:
As long Radagast goes with us, I will follow you Gotrek, you, who in my eyes is the greatest of all the king of dwarfs and maybe I can have my revenge. But do be careful, I can sense something dark in the air. With those words Elendil looked up on Radagast, waiting to se what would happen.
Gotrek
"Where is Radagast by the way? I would love to see him. I would like to set off and go back to what we did best soon. I miss the open air and the sound of battle. Besides, I'm endangering my people by staying here. Elendil, could you arrange that everyone is to meet here in the courtyard that is going to come with us. I am going to say good-bye to my family and gear up. I wonder where Thorondor is?"
The dwarf walked off and went back into the hall.
White Shadow
Elendil came looking for Gotrek's companions and met White Shadow. He told her of Gotrek's awakening and of his instructions to gather everyone together.
White Shadow said, "I know where Heliona will be. I will go and fetch her." And she trotted off into the surrounding woods.
The Horse indeed knew where the Elf-maiden was, and found her with Radagast, talking to the birds. Heliona had been spending quite a lot of time with the Istari after his healing her, for she loved the woods and the animals that he conversed with and she felt safe with him while her spirit was recovering from it's ordeal.
When White Shadow told them of Gotrek's fortune, Radagast looked worried. He knew that for Gotrek to have come back, the Ring had to have been used, and that it was not safe to meddle with Sauron. Still, three returned to Karaz-Durn with haste, to see the renewed Dwarf.
Gotrek
They all gathered in the great hall, like they did before the final battle. Everyone knew of the leaving of Tharkun and Ringgamer, they were good warriors and would be missed dearly, also Thorondor was no where to be seen but being the Lord of the Eagles he must be very busy with the rise of evil abroad. Gotrek was clad in a new type of battle gear this time. His family knew about the ring and if anyone wore it they knew that they would be doomed for as long as they lived. With this in mind, the dwarven smiths had forged a great mail jacket, enchanted with runes. Thornir had been re-forged and also with him was the sword of the fallen that was buried with him. He kept it by his side and never unsheathed the sword until the time was right. He looked like a Valar, since the gear was so well crafted but really was a death wish.
"My friends, I wish you to follow me to take care of the enemy once and for all. I have heard of Alatar's disappearance and as a debt to my people the elves are I will help them to find him again. I'm sure that Heliona will want to do that. I cannot order you to come. Please leave the hall and take a walk and think about and come back here once you have made up your mind. I shall be waiting."
Radagast
Radagast did not need long to say, "I will go with you, Gotrek, for the time to repay the Enemy for his abominations has come. In my eyes, you are still the King of Karaz-Durn, and certainly the most courage Dwarf since Durin the Deathless."
Then a strange light kindled in Radagast's eyes, and his words were dark and ominous as he whispered to Gotrek, "I must warn you, Gotrek, that a great doom lays upon your spirit. I cannot see things to their end, but your path has been severed from that of the living. What ways you will walk before your eternal rest, none can say. Even the Valar themselves may not know, for none have dared to use the full might of one of the Dwarven Rings until now. I will go with you not only to cleanse the Shadow from these lands, but to find Alatar and ensure that Ring does not fall into the claws of Mordor."
Gotrek nodded, for he understood as much as he could of the Istari's dark words. The others began to discuss amongst themselves if they wished to join the great Dwarf on their quest. Heliona walked among them, stressing the importance of finding Alatar and saving him, for this could not merely be a quest of vengeance and bloodshed.
Gotrek
"I'm glad that my friends are still behind me after all this. We shall avenge my people and drive evil out of these lands forever. I may be at great risk but I am not really alive or dead. My doom is heavy on my shoulders and with the ring; I'm dangerous to the entire party. Please watch out for me and please, if it comes to it, make sure that the ring does not fall into the enemy's hand. I suggest that we all get ready to depart but don't leave just yet. I'm sure that a farewell feast wouldn't go amiss."
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Gotrek
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Posted: Wed May 24, 2000 8:44 am |
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That's all I got at the moment, If you can add to it then I would appreciate it. Think of it as adding more posts to your name!
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Eleanorae
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2000 3:12 pm |
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Magpie Jen
Magpie Jen travels northward with the Ranger, Ringgamer.
The black and white bird often glancing over her glossy shoulder, wondering at what would become of the ring, for it troubled her mind like a bur caught in her feathers.
Speaking of feathers, her long tail feathers, the pride of her heart, grew back as iridescent and strong as before and soon she was able to fly steadily and far once again.
"You have grown strong, little sister." Ringgamer says, "You need not tarry on this path any longer, if you do not wish it."
The bird tilts her black head and thinks. She stamps her feet, thinking harder. "Ranger, my heart wishes to continue travelling to the North with you, for I have not seen these lands before, and yet... Something calls me back to the south. I go only to satisfy my curiosity, you understand. Then I shall certainly return!"
The Ranger smiles at the bird's certitude, "And how will you find me? A Ranger's paths are silent and secret, I will be found only if I choose to be."
The magpie chuckles at her friend, "A challenge then. I wager the next shiny object I come across that someday we will find each other again!"
Ringgamer waves as the bird swoops over the pines, heading south to whatever adventure awaits.
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Eleanorae
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Posted: Thu May 25, 2000 3:27 pm |
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Elendil
Citizen of Imladris
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Preperations were made to depart and look for Alatar. Glorifas preperd is elven army with the help of Heliona, he would himself lead it southwards to find Alatar. Meanwhile, Gotrek and Gromel organised their depart, along with them stood also Gandalf. They would only take 1000 dwarves with them and leave the rest to defend Karaz-durn. They also granted Elendil two dwarfs that had been willing to follow him and they would help Elendil deafend Radagast. As horns was blown and elves sang Radagast turned to Elendil to say:
"Something evil is down there, with Grulk, something deadly, I can sense it."
Elendil looked worry and then said:
"Maybe, but the orcs are shattered and the elves are still many, the Enemy can´t deafet this armie as it stands. About the evil you sense, we have you, in my point of view one of the mightiest beings in Middle-Earth and we also have Gandalf, who is more deadlier then we think."
"Perhaps," the wizard said but he didn´t look confident. Slowly the sun passed down and turned the sky to blood.
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Early dawn the next day found Heliona arguing with Glorifas. "No, I'm not going with you! There's to be no arguement!"
"But, we haven't seen each other for years," Glorifas protested, "and," he paused, "I need your help. I don't know how to lead these Elves."
Heliona looked at her cousin sympathetically. "I know, your father died too young. But, if I stay and help you, the Elves will see that I am the one doing the leading, and they may no longer follow you." She put her arm around the taller Elf. "I know it will be hard, but you must lead from the outset, and gain their confidence. Besides, you will have good Captains behind you to give you advice."
Glorifas continued to protest, but Heliona cut him short by saying, "I will be near by if you need me, but I must stay with Gotrek and Radagast. I started out with them, I will not leave them now." She then took out of her inside cloak pocket a silver and green leaf, suspended on a silver chain. "Here, take this. Call me with it if you ever feel the need." She put the chain around his neck, gave him a quick hug, whispering in his ear, "You will do him proud, I know it," and strode away to talk to the two Istari and Gotrek.
Glorifas stared after her, saying to himself, "Take care, Heliona Ranedhel. The hearts of Galad go with you."
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All could see the tall Grey wizard looking out apon the land in thought of all that has happned in the recent chain of events and there was always a questioned look apon his face and he seemed not to talk to hardly any people and remained silent always keeping things himself though most knew how he felt, how he was wondering of what he had now gotten himself into, wondering of what now will become of the ring that Gotrek now bears on his finger, doomed to wear for the rest of his life or to remove it, only to perish once again, but most of all he wondered if he himself would live through this, for they all feared that the full use of this ring might bring darker creatures that might have been pushed away once long agoc back only to strike us down in defeat. Though the wizard had only recently joined this party he packed all his belongings on his horse Nightlight and kept a small satchel strung from one shoulder hanging down across on the opposite side next to my sword Glamdring who had not yet been unsheathed, but what was in the satchel was unkown to all but the wizard himself. The wizard was seen at night by his friends looking out at the fair sunset of the twisted colors of the sky as the sun shines a golden orange as it sets behind the horizen as the sky grows dark and the stars shine above the sky almost as if the wizard was spending each day as if he knew that that day, that that day might be his last.
[This message has been edited by Gandalf the Grey (edited 04-13-2000).]
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Slowly the days passed away. All prepartions were finished but a great council would be held before the depart southwards. The elves spent these days of peace in song and eating, the dwarfs sharpened their weapons. Elendil spent his days standing silent at Radagast side, putting in a word now and then, or speaking with the two dwarves, Kalin and Rofin who was even more quiet then him. There was sorrow in the air, the elves sung sad songs of past, Gandalf lived his days as if they were the last and even Master Samwise, the hobbit became sad. Everyone feared the days that would come, for they would be filled with fire and death.
OCC:Just wanted to keep this thread up on the list, so it wouldn´t sink to far. Hope Gotrek comes back soon so we can get this adventure going.
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All of the company had great feasts even though there was a shrill coldness in the room when they ate their food for no one would talk and all kept their heads bowed down twords the table as in deep thought or great sadness. Though everything was prepared for their departure no one felt ready to leave all were growing afraid and yet sad and angry at the same time. There should be no turning back now for all have agreed to stick by their leaders side for the rest of this journey, and all knew that that ment great peril would be comming their way soon, as soon as their departure they should all be expecting many dangers to face them on their adventure
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Snowdog
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The roll of thunder could be heard in the distance....
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Gotrek
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The company was gathered again. They were all geared up and ready to go after the enemy. It had been a long time since they had all been in battle. The doom of Gotrek was felt around the entire fortress on the day of departure as they were saying their good-byes. The company greeted them farewell then they made their way through the massive iron gates and started to make their way to the cloud that had appeared in the east.
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Tyrion watched as the rest of the company left the fortress. He had his reasons for joining the company. Revenge, he trusted the dwarf. He had heard of the tales of the battlefield from his forest friends and also about the doom of Gotrek. Under his oath, he would look out for him. The elf mumbled to himself as he made his way unseen away from the fortress and to meet his new friends later.
Gotrek
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The company said their good byes then made their way away from the fortress. They reached their meeting point with no interference but there were a few people or things about as they walked. They put their packs down and set up camp. They sat waiting for Tyrion. He came up slowly behind Gotrek and tapped him on the shoulder. This made gotrek jump, being surprised that he could sneak up on him. He had made a good decision to sign him up.
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OOC:Gotrek, so glad you have returned! But one thing. If this is part of your plan, then forgive me, but I was just wondering why we are heading East. Grulk went south, where the Orcs had sacked one of the Seven kingdoms. So why are we going East? Just wondering... I'll post in character as soon as I know what is going on...
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OOC There is a village just east where we will pick up info plus a chance for new people to come in. There is also a surprise in waiting. I will say no more.
Tyrion
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Tyrion now sat with his new companions. There was complete silence before anyone spoke the first word
Elendil
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All members of the company ate there food in quiet, exept for the two dwarfs that went with Elendil and Radagast, which sat a little bit away from the rest, saying some short sentences to each other. The surronding lands now where in a peacful state, since all the orcs that had survived the battle outside Karaz-durn had withdrawn south. The sun was shining and all in the company felt a bit relifed, nothing bad had happen so far and everything had gone well. After they had eaten Gotrek started telling about where they were heading and suprised the company when he said that they were heading east, not south which they had thought before.
OCC: Glad you are back Gotrek , it was about time we got this thread started again.
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Radagast thought to himself about the events of the past weeks. The discovery of Alatar was indeed an amazement, but the Blue and the Brown wizards had not parted on the best of terms. The old man sighed and wondered what became of Pallando, the last of the Five.
Gotrek
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They were in fact going east, Gotrek said that they had to go to a village there because of the fact that he knew people there and they would have information about Alatar. The village was one of the few which was home of the rangers which Gotrek had a close friendship with. They were bound to have some information and with Tyrion by their side then they would be welcomed with open arms. Once Gotrek had explained the situation they all rested for the day ahead.
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Heliona sat aside from the others, thinking about Alatar and wondering why he had come back. Surely it was not to see her. He couldn't have known she existed. There must have been another reason. Heliona frowned, and noticed Radagast also sitting slightly aside from the rest of the group.
Getting up, she went over to him. "Radagast," she began quietly, "what exactly did you and Alatar disagree on so much?"
The Brown Wizard sat silently for a moment, thinking. Then he turned, and looked into Heliona's brown eyes.
Elendil
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At the same time as Radagast looked on Heliona, Grulk looked northwards. He who once had been a proud and mighty orc had now been deafeted, his armor and magic laid broken by Radagast. "Radagast, Radagast", he said for himself, he hated that name and he would laugh when Radagast died. But it was not what he was after now, his new master that claimed he was Morgoths messanger had given him a new order, to find the ring of Gotrek, not personally until the company reached this mountains, but still. Grulk thought of his new master and became cold, he was not someone you said no to, he could still remember the fire and death. He had been implanted with an enormous lust to find the ring and take it back to his master. He laughed for himself, he now hated Gotrek with all his dark hart and would tear him apart to get the ring. He had already sent human assassins to the nearby villages with the mission to capture the ring, the company would not no that they were enemys until it was to late. Radagast may had won the first rond but there was many more left, yes indeed many more.
OCC: I thought I would get this thread up a little bit.
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That night, the company slept under the stars, dreaming of reliving their adventures once again. A lot had changed and they were not in the same frame of mind as they were before. Gotrek had changed, not really that surprising but it was for the better. He had become wiser, his senses sharper but had lost almost everything that he belonged.
They rose in the morning, refreshed and ready to go towards the village. The company started on their journey again hoping that they wouldn't be attacked. they were however, being watched.
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Eventually, Radagast turned to heliona and held her gaze for a long moment, and the Brown Wizard then told a tale of old - a tale of pain and anger among those sent to save the world.
"When the Five arrived at the shores of the Sea, we took council to discuss our plans, for the situation in Middle Earth was much worse than we had thought before. We had seen much from afar when we dwelt in the West, but Sauron's evil is at its greatest when it works unseen. His arm had grown long and this we did not perceive until we had set foot upon the coast of the Sea."
"Saruman was the greatest of us, though I sensed a pride in him that seemed out of place and somehow wrong. He spoke against the Orders of the Valar, for he wished to combat force with force. Gandalf and I disagreed with this, for if we turned our back on the Lords of the West, what hope would we have to succeed where so many others had failed? Alatar agreed with Saruman, and the White Wizard said the Orders of the Valar were made without them knowing the might of Sauron. He felt that if they had seen the reach of the Enemy before sending us, they would have allowed us to use our full powers to lead armies and sway nations to march against Him. Pallando said nothing, but he was a Wizard who could see many fates and his silence was thus ominous."
"In the end, only one agreement could be reached. We would meet with each other at some time in the future and the Wise of Middle Earth would be informed of our plans and intents. Thus, the White Council was formed. Saruman was chosen to lead it, though my heart misgave me and I could not support him. The Elves, too, did not trust him, but so skillful were his words that even Galadriel did not renounce him."
"Once the Council was formed - at least in name, Saruman and Alatar departed to the East to contest directly with the might of Sauron. They sought to raise up armies that would batter down the gates of Mordor and topple Bara-dur. They felt that the East was the best place to start, for if they could sway the nations that lay near Mordor, waging war upon the Dark Lord would be all the easier. Pallando went with them, but surely not for the same reasons. I think that he chose to act as a moderating force - a voice of reason and far seeing - in an effort to quench their fires of rage and keep them safe from harm. In the end, he may have failed, for only Saruman returned and Alatar was presumed dead by the Council until only now."
"I cannot say what happened to Saruman or the others while in the East, but he was changed somehow when he returned. He held a deep hatred of both Gandalf and myself, and he took to seclusion, coming forth only when seeking favors. He has fortified Isenguard, and I can only assume that he again intends to try to break Mordor by force. The poor fool! He does not learn."
"Since the Parting of the Wizards, Gandalf and I have done what we can to oppose Sauron within the boundaries set by the Valar. We use words instead of swords and wisdom instead of hatred. We have spoken to many peoples and beasts over the years in effort to get them to see the Light and choose to resist Sauron with their free will. I just hope that we have done enough."
Radagast then turned back to the topic of Alatar, saying, "Alatar and Saruman thought us fools when they left. The Blue Wizard accused me of being a soft man with more concern for trees than people. I told him that his arrogance would lead him into the hands of the Dark Lord. Grudges between Wizards take Ages to pass, but I will forgive him and let the past be the past."
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The elf-maiden looked away from the wizard beside her, and stared into the forest. "it is amazing how some so wise can not see beyond their noses when it is something that they cannot face. However, whatever happened to Alatar when he went East changed him. I believe he is no longer the arrogant person you once knew. Still, although he is my ancestor, I trust you more than I would trust him."
She put her hand on Radagast's arm. "Thank you for telling me this. It helps me a great deal toward understanding Alatar, and you, better."
Gotrek
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Unable to get any sleep, Gotrek got up and walked up onto a hill. He thought what he was going upo against, they were going to go into the dragon's nest. There was a rustle in the bushes in a nearby wood. Something in his mind suggested one thing.
"We're under attack!"
A patrol of orcs streamed from the woods wielding their dangerous weapons. The rest of the company came to Gotrek's aid. In a matter of seconds they were all around them.
Tyrion
Citizen of Imladris
Out of the woods, two arrows flew out and hit the orcs. Two orcs now laid dead in front of their comrades. This did not dter them however, as some of them moved towards Tyrion. I shot more arrows at them but even with my accuracy couldn't kill them all because of their armour.
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The Orcs poured out of the woods and arrows rushed out to greet them. The party fell back. They were horribly outnumbered and could not hope to stand against the Orcs for long.
As they grouped close in a circle of steel, a strange fog sprung up out of the ground and rapidly filled the voids between the trees and rocks. Thick and black was this cloud, and light and heat were snuffed out in its cold, clammy embrace.
"That should hold them for the moment!" yelled Radagast. "Get back! Get back to that outcropping we passed up the road!" The wizard motioned to a looming, broken tower of rocks. A small path lead upwards along its side to reach a flat outcropping with a jagged parapet of granite.
The party obeyed and retreated to the more defendable position. Radagast then called out one more spell before departing, and a horde of hornets came out of the woods. They swarmed upon the Orcs and pierced their thick hide with countless stingers. Some Orcs fell from the poisons, while others just cursed and followed their prey.
"Run!" the wizard commanded, and they quickly raced up the path while the Orcs followed with caution and boiling rage.
Gotrek
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The company ran towards their horses and such like, Tyrion disapperaed into the woods again. Gotrek climbed onto his pony which was surprisingly fast and they sped off towards the village. Lights could be seen in the near distance as they approached, the sound of orcs could still be held. As they came closer to the village, there were guard posts and ramparts, men were on them armed with bows. We rode through with Radagast shouting
"Orcs are behind us!"
The orcs could now be seen but also a single man could be seen as well. Tyrion was running for his life with the orcs behind him he made it through the gates and all that was seen was the orcs cut down by arrow fire.
Eleanorae
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Sneezing and snuffling a host of scarlet and magenta flames from his noble snout, the magnificent young beast swept down from the skies, his talons gleamed like mother-of-pearl, his scales imaging the sunlight, as radiant as burnished copper.
The still-warm Orc corpses leapt into flame, charring the black forms to ashes. Snarling with ecstatic glee, Snuffleproud whirled around and around and overthrust his wings, unintentionally throwing himself off balance, and almost freefalling into the blackened remains below. In a eyeblink, Snuffleproud, corrected his balance and alighted proudly on the tip of his talons. Settling to his haunches, he gingerly nibbled the sooty fragments from the ends of razor sharp claws, and looked up in amusement at the awestuck bowmen.
Awhhhhooooosshooooo! Awwhhhhoooooshhhoo! The galeforce of his sneezing fit hurled young Snuffleproud into the village walls. the walls trembled treacherously...but then they were still.
'Doh! My iridading sneedin! Blasted Orcs. AWooshoo!' AwwooSHOOOo!'
Luckily, the force of the last two sneezes was minimal, and the bowmen were not hurled to their deaths by the impact.
'So -Terridly, terridly sorry! I wad looking for the elf! have you seed her? I wad sure I saw an elf passing thid way?' sniffled the young fledgeling.
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A smile crossed Radagast's face upon seeing Snuffleproud. He said to no one in particular, "A Dragon whelp! Now that's something you don't see everyday! Hmmm... An an Elf friendly one, from the looks of it..."
Snuffleproud was apologizing profusely to the somewhat stunned guards that manned the towers upon either side of the village gate. Fortunately, the towers were hewn from the rocks of the hills themselves, and thus had the might of mountains.
The town itself was a place of travel, not peace. War often marched its armies down the roads, either heading to the Dwarven Kingdom or other lands, and those in the town kept to themselves and guarded the gates. Still, they expected some friendly travellers upon the road and had grown used to saving lost wanderers from Orcs and other beasts.
What they had not expected was a friendly Dragon, much less a young one so far from home. The guards still looked confused as Snuffleproud sneezed again, sending smoke high into the air.
Radagast approached the young Dragon cautiously, but with a desire of true friendship. He said to the Dragon, "So, you seek an Elf - a friend I would guess..."
The Dragon nodded innocently and sniffed.
Radagast replied, "Well, there is heliona among us, and a great Elf she is. Might she be the one you seek?"
The Wizard awaited the Dragon's reply...
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'Awoshooo, ' Snuffleproud sneezed away the last remnants of Orc-stench from his inflamed nostrils. At last he could talk semi- intelligibly.
'Greetings, Master Wizard,' for dragons could instantly recognise a wizard’s supremacy. Normally, dragons were wary of ones that could wield such awesome power, but Snuffleproud merely grinned, somehow achieving a ferocious grimace. The bowmen looked uneasy. Radagast’s eyes shone with merriment, and nodded to them reassuringly. Radagast had seen a dragon-smile before, though it was, admittedly, an incredibly odd sight to behold.
‘I am the almighty Snuffleproud, son of Quiverclaw, Son of Lord Snarltooth, grandson of the mighty Firescorcher. I have travelled far from my home, Sneachda Beinn, the icy mountain range and glaciers far North of Foradwaith. I seek those of the elven race to offer my esteemed services, I can fly like a frenzied hurricane, I can blaze forests to cinders with a mere breath, I can….’ Snuffleproud suddenly yelped out in anguish. During his proud speech, Snuffleproud had unfurled his wings to illustrate his prowess and clipped a talon on the village tower, leaving the claw bloodied and ragged. Snuffleproud childishly sucked his wound, and looked up at Radagast sheepishly.
‘A-hem, - as I was saying’ Snuffleproud continued awkwardly now, ‘I saw you had a brave elf-maiden in your company, O Wizard. I flew down from the skies as fast as I was able, though you be already safe afore I was singeing the hairy behinds of those accursed orcs. Pray tell the elf, known as Heliona-tis a gracious name – on behalf of my great-grandsire Firescorcher, I am forever at her service if she so desires. I have come to repay our debt to the elven race.’
Snuffleproud, embarrassment long forgotten, his vanity now returned, looked smugly at the wizard.
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A figure awoke from a deep slumber as a large group entered the village followed by an even larger group of Orcs. A loud commontion ensued for a few brief moments, and then all was quiet. The figure was just drifting off to sleep when something sounding much like a large sneeze awoke him with a start. The male got out of his bed with a fire blazing in his eyes. He mumbled to himself as he stepped onto his cold floor,
"Rasafrackin..No good troublemakers..I'll show them a thing or two..waking me up in the middle of the.."
The male got to the door and opened it furiously. Before he saw the group, he shouted at nearly the top of his lungs, "Excuse me, but we are trying to get some sleep here!"
He then closed the door and began to head back to bed when a loud knock was heard all throughout his small abode. The male turned and, even madder than before, opened the door. Before the person at the door could say anything the figure in the house said, "I told you I am trying to sle.." He was interrupted by the snuffling of a Dragon hatchling blowing steam in his face. The male figure stopped in mid-sentence and stood wide eyed at the large beast.
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"A dragon whelp willing to help members of the elven race. Interesting. Heliona, Tyrion, come over here please. I better make myself scarce, I'm not too popular with dragons, slayed a few in my time, I'll be in the inn if you need me."
Gotrek left the group and moved towards the inn. His throat was parched and he needed to see some old friends, maybe they would like to join him.
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Heliona followed Gotrek towards the inn, looking surprised. "A dragon! That's the last thing I expected!"
On the way, she passed by the young dragon, and said to him, "I am Heliona. I have other business at the moment, but I would like to talk to you later, if it is possible?"
The dragon looked at her. "Of course!" Radagast stood beside him, smiling. Heliona looked at the wizard, and they exchanged a smile as she walked off.
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"A dragon indeed", Elendil said, smiling for himself. He turned to Kalin and Rofin who didn´t look very happy. "Be calm my friends, this dragon will do us no harm, so much I can sense." He then paused and said, "let us see if Radagast need our services any more this night."
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Durgo Underhill stepped away from the door as the dragon looked at him, face to scaly face.
"I'm..uh...I'm..uh..sorry. You can go about your business if you want," said Durgo. Fearful of the large creature that was in his doorway. Durgo tentatively asked, "Would you like me to make you or your friends something to eat? I am the head cook for that inn over there yonder, and it would be NO PROBLEM to make you happy. Whatever. As long as you don't hurt me."
The dragon grinned and said, "I like food. And I'm hungry."
Durgo quickly changed into something more respectable for a hobbit to wear to work and made his way to the inn to begin cooking for the large company with that large dragon in it's midst.
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Gotrek
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Gotrek sat down with his ale and drank with his friends, food was brought to them which the dragon at the window. It was a respectable place with rooms and about three floors. They weren't getting any weird looks off people which to Gotrek was surprising. The last time he was here he was eyed all the time. Come to think of it, those gates and ramparts weren't here either. Something was amist and he intended to find out. After his ale of course.
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Snuffleproud belched heartily. That eccentric little creature with the outsized woolly feet had indeed served up delectable fare. He settled his head down on his scaly paws, and began to dragon-nap. After all, it’s not every day that a juvenile dragon ignites a mound of dead or dying Orc-flesh. Gentle, snuffling snores soon reverberated around the inn, rhythmic and soothing.
After a plentiful meal, Durgo patted his newly bloated paunch and his eyes began to close, delighted at the prospect of a return to peaceful slumber. The periodic dragon drone lulled him almost to the brink of sleep but the surrounding talk in the inn was both disconcerting and fascinating..Durgo strained his eyes and ears open and began to pay attention.
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
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"Excuse me for a minute."
Gotrek got up and left the rest of the company. He left the inn and went to the barracks at the egde of the village.
"Hey Felix, are you in there?"
"Wait a minute, hey Gotrek how are you doing?"
"Not bad what is with the ramparts and gates?"
"Its a long story my friend."
Felix then proceeded to tell Gotrek what had been going on. Before the battle of Karaz-Durn, a battlion of men had been stationed here and constantly attacked the village. They were summoned for the attack on Karaz-Durn and left the village. This gave them chance to improve their defences. However after the battle, they came back and planned to attack the village again with a lot of the forces that had been at Karaz-Durn. They were on full alert for the attack.
"They sent a meesenger one time asking for the bearer of the ring. Do you know anything about this? I don't think they will attack until they know where he is. I would watch it though, spies are all over the place."
Just then a flamed arrow came over the walls and hit a thatched roof. It burst into flames and people rushed to put it out.
"What is going on?"
"They are attacking, the men. They are here in force."
"Is this because of you Gotrek?"
Gotrek bowed his head and showed him the ring. He then turned and ran towards the inn for his friends. When he entered.
"We're under attack! Get your gear, it's time for a little action."
Tyrion
Citizen of Imladris
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Tyrion grabbed his bow and went for the battlements. He thought that he should be able to start to pick off those archers. The light was bad but his keen sight should help him for a little while longer. He started and one by one the archers started to decline until he was knocked off his feet by a large stone. He was lucky to escape with just a bruising.
"I think there are a few trolls out there."
Khelen
Citizen of Imladris
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A pair of keen green eyes watched the battlem,ents closely, and when an elf appeared, she fitted another arrow to her bow, and taking careful aim released it. The arrow struck the wooden beam inches to the left of his head, and a nearby man said:
"Good shot, my friend, but take a little more care in aiming next time. Every kill is an advantage at this point." The cloaked figure nodded, but smiled to itself. The aim had been perfect - even from this distance, the elf hadn't been hit, and that was what had been intended.
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
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"Hey, Tyrion that was close. Any chances of you going back up there and picking that sod off. If he is firing arrows about it'll be dangerous."
"I don't know. It's bad light yes, but I was against the moon, there would be no chance of a miss, even if it was a bad archer."
"Alright then Tyrion, Okay people, get ready to attack, Felix, open the gates!"
heliona
Citizen of Imladris
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Heliona groaned as she past White Shadow, who was with the other horses, keeping the children of the village away from the battlements. "I hate getting attacked. Why do we always get attacked?"
Running towards the battlements, she spied Snuffleproud, half in and out of the inn. Running over to the sleeping dragon, she poked him awake with Lincú. "Do you think you may be able to help us? We're being attacked!"
Gandalf the Grey
Citizen of Imladris
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A small group of men came running in as the gates were opened and the battle had now begun. The enemys archers took aim again. A few arrows set afire flew past the grey wizard as he raised his staff high. Now the wizard started twords the enemy. He knew not to get too close, though he had no intention of doing so in the first place. He was quite a few paces away from two of the men who were battleing the people of the village. The wizard streached forth his staff in his hand and spoke a word of old. Suddenly the two men exploded into large flames and soon turned to ash. And then the grey wizard muttered "We shall teach them to play with fire!"
Eleanorae
Citizen of Imladris
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Snuffleproud recoiled, still half asleep. Something sharp had tickled his ribs. His eyelids snapped open; Heliona was racing to the battlements, still shouting her urgency to the drowsy dragon. Confused, he sniffed the air. No orc stench. Something similar though….trolls maybe?
Snuffleproud slithered out of the inn, unfolded his leathery wings and flew high into the moonlit sky. Down below, men were shooting flaming arrows at the bowmen on the battlements. He saw Gandalf skilfully crafting a trail of ash and cinders, as a barrage of men fell foul to the power of his staff.
To the West, he saw a horde of giant creatures, their green, scaly skins reflecting the moonlight. They were throwing colossal boulders at the battlements, seemingly oblivious of the bowmen’s arrows.
As he lowered his flight, a host of fire-tipped arrows pierced his flank. Snuffleproud bellowed in pain and he soared back up into the air, now too afraid to attack.
He watched the trolls advance, the battlements started to crumble. Worse, he could almost see Heliona’s look of intense disgust. Snuffleproud flapped his wings harder, sucked in a huge lungful of air, closed his eyes tightly and plummeted down to earth , driving a plume of red-hot fire at the determined stone-throwers.
Elendil
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 01:01 AM
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Elendil stood beside Radagast on the battlements, looking att the stonethrowers. Suddenly they seemed to explode in flame and Elendil quickly looked on Radagast.
"No, it wasn´t me, it was Snuffleproud."
"But where is he now, he could turn the night into fire if he wanted," Elendil said.
Radagast started saying something when a scream suddenly was heard throw the night, a scream of horror, a children scream. Suddenly a shout was heard.
"They are inside the battlements,the children......." The words stopped qucik.
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 01:10 AM
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Gotrek rushed back into the village, taking out men as he ran. He saw ahead of him a man standing over a defenceless woman ready to strike. Gotrek threw his axe at the man which cleanly cut him in two. The woman shouted thank you and ran for cover. Suddenly he was filled with pain, an arrow had cut his arm. To his amazement no blood came from the wound. Was this because of the ring what was he now. There was no time to think. Gotrek picked his axe back up and checked around the village for any more barbarians.
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Tyrion
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 01:45 AM
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Tyrionstood back now, not daring to go on the ramparts again even though he had his doubts about that archer. On one knee he kept feeding his arrows through the bow and into the unfortunates that he happened to be in the way of the arrows. His quiver was soon empty and he placed his bow over his shoulders pulled out his sword and went into the battle. If it got too hot he could get to the trees for cover and kill them in the wood, his shealth skills in killing were quite good.
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Inside the village chaos ruled, children screamed when barbarians kille or captured them, friends and foes was mixed up togheter in a bloody mess. Some men had gone with Gotrek to fight, but they was now splited up, fighting one or two togheter. But suddenly Radagast showed up, throwing lighting around himself. At his side Elendil walked with Rofin and Kalin, killing anyone who deared to threat them.
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At the same time Gotrek moved forward , killing any enemy he could see with his axe and no one could touch him, he felt that he owned the world. But then, when he for a moment stood all alone with no one in near and the shouts of death and horror was far away, a black figure emerged from the shadows of a now, halfburned house. He moved like a snake and when he spoke his voice was cold as ice.
"So ringbearer, it is time."
Gotrek turned around, holding the axe in a thight grip, filled with pride.
"Who are you who knows the ring," Gotrek said.
A small laugh was heard from the man and he took up a large black dagger.
"I have come to take the ring from you, Gotrek, I have been sent by the Shadow of the south" he said.
White Shadow
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 02:36 AM
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White Shadow and the other horses did their best to keep the men away from the barbarians, but Shadowfax, White Shadow, and Duskwind were injured, and were streaming with blood. It looked like a losing battle, when Radagast and Elendil, with their Dwarven friends, showed up, unleashing death.
Heliona had heard the screams and ran back down, concern showing on her face for the brave young dragon. The elf-maiden helped as best she could, wielding her sword with deadly accuracy.
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 05:05 AM
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"I don't think that you will be taking this from me my friend."
Gotrek raised his axe ready to strike.
"All you have is a dagger, what can you do with that?"
In a flash, the figure leaped forward and threw the dagger at Gotrek. It pirced his flesh and the pain was immense. He was bleeding but not blood more like his spirit. He looked at the figure in amazement then grabbed him.
"You want this ring then you'll have to join me in the halls of Mandos if you want it."
Following these words, he took the dagger out of him, the blade burned in his hand. It had been wrought out of pure evil. He plunged it deep into his opponent who screamed loudly then fell silent. Once he had died, Gotrek laid back, clutching the ring and closed his eyes. What followed in his dreams was petrifying.
Khelen
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 05:28 AM
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As Gotrek closed his eyes, a cloaked figure stepped out from the shadows under a nearby building. She had entered the village with some of the others, and had gone off on her own amidst the turmoil. The only problem was avoiding those who defended the village - they would certainly kill her without question. The women and children who saw her slay those she supposedly fought with stared at her in amazement, but she ignored them. She had seen the dwarf fall, and now she hurried to move him to safety, for he seemed to be the leader of those who defended this village, and also she admired his courage. She dragged him down into the abandoned cellar of a house that had already been burnt and ransacked, and covered him with some grain sacks that lay close by. He should be safe enough here. The woman headed back up, and came across a couple of soldiers from her regiment. Without hesitation, she ran her blade cleanly through each, then turned and walked towards the city walls - more of the invaders would be getting through the walls by now, and they would need to be dealt with. This village needed all the help it could get, for they were seriously outnumbered.
Gotrek
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posted 05-12-2000 09:22 AM
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Felix was having trouble ordering his soldiers around. They were running here and there. He saw men slaughtering innocents and he went to help. Fighting through the mess of the fight. He killed men as he waded through. He came to a house and saw a man of sorts lying on the ground. He was dead but he sure was spooky. He then saw a woman cut down what looked like her own men. He went to investigate and as he neared her, she must have seen him and lashed out with her sword. She stopped it though before it hit him. They looked at each then seeing sense, turned back to back and made ready to take on the onslaught of the men advancing towards them.
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Tyrion
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posted 05-12-2000 09:26 AM
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In the thick of it, Tyrion cuts through the opposition. A swift backhand stroke takes out one and a nifty twirl of the blade cuts the throat of another. The odds however, were stacked against them. Where was that dragon?
Eleanorae
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 11:23 AM
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Unable to control his ferocious dive, Snuffleproud hurtled to the ground, his platy body and softer belly now resembling a rounded pincushion of burning arrows. The mass of trolls had largely exploded into fireballs, the odour of burning flesh still saturated the air.
Snuffleproud had crashed into the steaming charred remains with a sickening thud, his body screamed in agony. The onslaught on the walls had now failed with the few remaining trolls fleeing into the woods.
However, it was to no avail. Snuffleproud saw hordes of barbaric men flooding through the gates, the village defenders struggling to retain this multitude of hardened fighters. Snuffleproud bared his fangs in anger, and soared his reluctant body back into the air, wheeling higher and higher. Finally, he swooped once more, hard and fast with momentum and gravity. His flames were feebler now, nearly exhausted with sheer exertion but still they tore through the flanks of the enemy. Tortured cries leapt through the air from men, burning alive.
Snuffleproud collapsed to the ground once more, his efforts having evaporated his remaining strength. For a while, he lay there still, now almost unconscious with pain and fatigue.
Gandalf the Grey
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-12-2000 11:27 PM
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The grey wizard looking around at all the people suddenly lashed out in anger seeing the men and hearing the screams. Everybody knew that they had to fight. They couldnt let this happen to people who had done nothing...to innocent people...to their friends. The wizard ran twords a group of 3 large burley men who had been pushing around a man who was giving all his efforts to fight back. The wizard was only a few paces away when he saw two of the men almost in sequince hack into the man, strikeing deep into him. The outher burley man drove his sword through the wounded warriors chest as the poor man fell to the ground. As the body fell to the ground the wizard brought his staff down inbetween all three of the large men. The men turned a flash of blue-white as they were all turned into a solid figure of ice and you could hear their skin cracking as they shattered into small peices of ice.
The wizard then turned round. He now drew his sword Glamdring (luckaly it did not glow the pale blue that it does when the precence of orcs are near) and the wizard swiftly took off in the direction of where Gotrek had last been standing takeing quick swings into the torso's of outher enemy men as he ran to help the leader who was now greatly at need...
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-13-2000 01:46 AM
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As Gandalf approached the building, the door blew off. Gotrek walked through the remains as if he had been possessed. He picked up his axe, held it high and went into the thick of the battle. Such was the ferousity of the attack, men ran away from him. He strength seemed to have doubled, the only thing he could he were the voices inside his head. He cut his way through the men until he found himself alone outside the village. He looked around then collasped.
heliona
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-13-2000 02:40 AM
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Heliona fought beside the horses, keeping the women and children they were protecting inside them. She saw Gotrek fall down, and then disappear. She heard Snuffleproud's roar, and hoped that she had not asked too much of the young dragon. She felt, rather than saw, Gandalf's magic, and she watched in amazement, as Gotrek blew the door down, and fought his way out of the village.
Heliona desperately wanted to help all of her friends, but she could not abandon the valient wounded horses, and the innocents whom she was protecting. Inside her, she was torn apart, seeing her friends hard pressed against the barbarians. They needed something to push the balance of the fighting to their side.
Tyrion
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-13-2000 02:55 AM
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A hail of arrows suddenly appeared out of the woods and a multitude of elves came out with Tyrion at the head of them. He came through the barbarians, cutting them down as they drove on. Seeing what seemed like a large host, the rest of the men ran for their lives. the arroes plunged deep into them as they ran. Looking at the village afterwards was a sad sight.
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Eowyn Kenobi
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-13-2000 09:32 AM
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The shadowy figure stepped out from what had been a grove of aged oaks, and watched silently as the ashes of trees, people, and demons whirled around its feet. The dragonfire had reduced its hiding place to naught, barely missing it as well. It reached up and rubbed its shoulder, where a lance of the white flame had seared the dark cloak and pierced the flesh beneath. It had never been marked before... but now the dragonfire wound would never fade. It had found it seeked, here, in this little town under attack. The words of the prophecy rang it its head... the only words it could recall at the moment.
The dragon roared again and the newcomer glanced over to see what distressed it so. And elven maiden who fought bravely near a group of horses, women, and children, was faltering, bit by bit. The dragon could not help, nor any of the other men from the village. Their own onslaughts were too grave.
"Then this is it." It whispered. "I have found my purpose... but in the realm of Mortals?" It threw back its hood and began to run.
Dark hair streamed back from her face like a banner as she raced towards the elvish warrior. She did no hesitate as she approached the first troll, but rather sped up to meet her foe.
The ugly being turned from its fellows and sneered at the small, slender woman who came towards him. He raised his black scimitar and prepared to cut her down.
She grinned and drew her own sword.
The troll crouched and leered.
As she finally reached the place of the elf's trouble, she suddenly stopped, and turned a somersault over the troll's head.
As the bewildered creature turned to gape at the feat, he suddenly felt cold steel dig into his flesh, and he was no more.
Strengthened by this first victory, the woman reached into her boot and drew a small silver dagger, and plunged into the mass of trolls.
A prick here and there, a swipe with her blade, and a quick duck bewteen the legs soon had the newcomer slowly nearing the foundering elf maiden.
One of the injured trolls turned to his neighbor and cursed in thier foul tongue.
"What did y'slash me fer? It's the Men we're fighting, ye lout!"
The other spat at him and yelled back,
"I did nay such a thing, stupid oaf!"
"Oaf, is it, you tender-elf?"
"Tender-elf, is it, you lying git?"
The two soon stopped quarrling and began hacking at each other with their own swords. Similar disagreements like this spread throughout the rest of the trolls who were fighting the elf and those she protected.
The dark-haired woman finally came face to face with the fair elf, and offered a small, sheepish grin, motioning to the now-distracted trolls who had forgotten all about them.
"Was it enough?" she asked, gently wiping her sword against the charred remains of grass to clear it of troll-blood.
"For now. You must help me move these people to a safer place." The elf replied, and she turned to address the humans.
"Follow me, and do not turn back or make any noise!" And to the dark-haired woman, "Go to the rear and keep them moving."
Heliona had noticed a remaining circle of trees just to the north, and the way was lit cleary by the waning moon. She motioned for all to follow, and they bgean to creep away from the trolls.
At the back, Eowyn Kenobi picked up a crying child and gently soothed it, treading the ground as silently as she could with the rest of the refugees. A final glance over her shoulder told her that in the village, it was no going so nearly as well.
Gandalf the Grey
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-13-2000 11:49 AM
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The grey wizard stood in shock for a moment after noticing Gotrek's second wind, but it scared him more then anything else. He swiftly ran after his friend. He could see the gate now but there were several barbariens around it. The wizard stopped to look and see if there was anouther way out. But he had not enought time to even attempt anouther way out. 4 or 5 arrows landed around him one grazing his robe the outher searing his leg. He had no time at all now. No time to find anouther way out, as the grey wizard stayed as low as he could and ran for the gates. The barbariens saw him comming. And the grey wizard saw them comming also. He streached forth his staff and a cold wind flew over the grass at the wizards feet and headed for the 2 men guarding the gates. The wizard then ran out of the gates. Not looking back at the barbariens who had fallen dead with a twisted expression of pain on their face.
He now found his friend Gotrek. The wizard was troubled at the sight of him laying there. He carried him the best he could around the gate outside the village. He propped him up against a tree in the small woods outside the village ...out of reach from the archers, and away from any danger of battle.
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Radagast
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posted 05-13-2000 04:05 PM
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The gates of the village were shattered, and its defenders ran in chaos, each seeking to find some small way to end the nightmare that had engulfed them. Through it all, the party of adventurers who followed Gotrek were models of heroism to the others, but even their strength began to fail.
Right now, a scattered mix of men and Orcs were advancing into the village, burning and slaughtering as they went. Both sides exchanged blows, and the blood of friend and foe alike mixed freely. In the background, a group of Trolls waited patiently, letting the smaller and weaker creatures take the brunt of the punishment while they sought the spoils of victory, for such is the way of evil.
Radagast had retreated from the front lines as a softly as a shadow, and he reappeared from his webs of illusion behind a ring of brutish men that were heading for the stables. Heliona was there, as were many children, though Radagast knew this not.
The Brown Wizard called out to the men, "There is really nothing there for you - nothing at all. I suggest that you leave..."
He muttered a few words and made a single gesture with his hand.
The men spun about, for the mage had appeared out of nowhere. They looked at him with rage in their eyes, but then appeared confused, for it seemd to them that the stables had vanished.
On man muttered, "You - you're stinking wizard! You'll die for that!"
His blow never landed. He took a step forward and found his foot caught in the dirt, and then his other foot was bound as well. Like something out of a nightmare, the man was dragged into the earth and buried alive all in a moment's time.
His comrades looked on in horror and retreated. Radagast called out another spell, completing the illusion he had planned. The men then ran in terror from the phantasms of their own mind, and who's to say what horrors they saw?
Radagast reached the stables and found Heliona. She was unharmed, but the children were frightened and there was little the wizard could do for them, for magic has less power over the innocent, and false courage is a dangerous thing to give. Worse, the invaders still seemed countless in number and had already begun to burn the village.
Radagast muttered to himself, "If only I had time to conjure a rain spell, but the weather is not right - it would take hours to have an effect..."
He then pulled out the same horn of summoning that he had used days ago to call the wolves and again blew upon it to call forth his allies. But it would take time for them to reach the village, if any heard him.
He had little time to think about his, for two men burst into the stables, but one was run through by heliona, while the other fell from a cut by Jadefang, Radagast's poisoned dagger.
Outside, the battle raged on and the leaders of the party sought some way to stem the tide of the enemy.
Elendil
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-14-2000 11:31 PM
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Elendil looked around, ignoring the fires and screams. "Where is Radagast", he said for himself, "I will not betray him again."
"Kalin is gone."
Elendil turned to Rofin. "Where?"
"I don´t know, he was with us before the wizard disappered, I don´t like this, this is not any ordinary attack, something dark is in the air."
"Yes something dark, but what kind of thing and where is ....?"
He couldn´t finish his sentence for suddenly three houses just next to them erupted in flames. "Rofin, Radagast maybe has gone to the gates, we most go there, we can try to find Kalin later where ever he is. They started walking but suddenly the ground under them exploded and they hurled away in the air. Elendil landed and became breathless. After a moment he started to raise his head. A large orc stood over him. He tride to reach Narsil but it wasn´t there. Then the orc lifted his hand and hitted Elendil in the head with a club and all became black. Elendil didn´t feel when they tied him a up and took him away.
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Now Tyrion pressed into the villages leding the elves. It was a patrol from Glorifas that he hade sent out to see if the company had reached the village ok. The blackmen and orcs fled in chaos for what they thought was a large elven host. Some orcs fled and a smaller group ran out threw a hole in the wall. Tyrion thought he had seen them carrying something but didn´t care about it for now, he had other things in his mind.
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Tyrion
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-15-2000 01:19 AM
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Finishing off the rest of the mob seemed to be an easy task, they were confused and had no idea what was happening. Arrows flew with accuracy and killed many orcs and men. He looked for his college Gotrek but could not see him. Instead of looking he went to finish off these barbarians.
heliona
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-15-2000 01:51 AM
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Heliona looked at Radagast. "Radagast, we must try to help the horses. White Shadow, Shadowfax, and Duskwind are very badly injured, and need our help." She turned, and Radagast could see that White Shadow and Shadowfax's silver coats were pink with blood, and his beloved Duskwind, too, was sticky.
"Yes, you are right. Quickly. You must help me." The wizard moved among the horses, and he and the elf-maiden applied their magic. While they were doing so, Heliona turned to the woman who had helped her outside. "Do you think you could check on the children and women, to see if any of them are seriously injured?"
The quiet woman nodded, and, whispering words of comfort, she inspected the frightened women and children.
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-15-2000 04:36 AM
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Gotrek was carried back to the village and placed on a bed in a building. He had sweat pouring from him and the wound which the dagger had given him was wicked. some of the healers of the village looked at him but there was nothing that they could do with their knowledge. They left him and looked for help.
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Khelen
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-15-2000 05:11 AM
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Having finally lost Felix in the crowd of fighters, Khelen found it easier to sneak up on those she was supposed to be fighting with. Her sword in her right hand and a dagger in her left, she moved quickly through the troops, and it was not noticed that wherever she had been, men, and trolls fell to the ground. Some time later, there was a short lull in the onslaught, and turnig she went to find the others in her regiment. They were outside the walls around the back of the village, and were scaling the walls. The commander called her over.
"Where have you been? Get up their now and help pull the others over. you're the most agile of the lot."
Without a word, she went to the nearset ladder and climbed the wall as quickly as she could. Archers lay dead on the battlements and she could see that her own troops had little or no arrows left.
Sprinting along the walls, she took hold of the end of each ladder, and pulled it up onto the battlements. Shouts came from down below, and picking up a bow and a handful of arrows, she set about picking them off, one by one. Eventually, they retreated. Most were dead, and the others had no way of getting up.
Climbing down into the village, Khelen went in search of the defenders, casting away her armour as she went. It was now known that she was fighting against them, and it was slowing her down.
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Radagast
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posted 05-15-2000 12:31 PM
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Shouts and calls echoed from beyond the walls and through the village, but the stables were save - for the moment.
Radagast did what he could for the horses, but they were still terrified and would need time to rest and heal.
Heliona had gone to check on the women and children of the village. Many of the latter were crying in fear, but she found more than one women who had gone out to face the enemy. In the wild mountains of Middle Earth, all had to be able to defend themselves.
The sounds of battle had begun to fade, but soon would come the grim task of cleaning up...
Eowyn Kenobi
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-15-2000 03:41 PM
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Eowyn saw a woman with wide eyes scanning the small crowd of wounded. The child in her arms gave a pitiful squeal and reached a tiny arm for the woman. Eowyn made her way to the lady and reunited the mother and child. The village woman looked up with wide, frightened eyes. "I saw what ye did back there, miss... jumpin' o'er the beast and all. I ne'er saw anyone do that... be ye of Evlish blood?"
Eowyn slowly shook her head, hoping she was right. "I am not. I am merely... what I am."
Seeing the confused look on the woman's face, she offered a timid smile and ruffled the little girl's blond hair.
She then turned to attend the other children. She used the remnants of her cloak and part of her dark tunic to bandage them, and hummed small unfamiliar tunes to them.
Soon most of the children (and most probably orphans) were still, though none had the expression of chil-like joy that was supposed to be there.
"Marked for life... just like me." Thought Eowyn, as she absently touched the dragonfire scar again.
She caught up with Heliona, who was watching carefully the battle beyond the stables.
"I have seen to the young ones."
The elf maiden nodded.
"How came you here?"
Heliona glanced at the dark-haired woman with something of almost an annoyed demeanor. Then she saw that the newcomer was more of a girl, and a weary one at that. Heliona humored her, and told a much shortened tale of Gotrek and Co.'s setting out to fight orcs. When she finished, the other thanked her and turned to go back.
"Why do you ask? I know it is not an attempt at conversation." remarked Heliona.
Eowyn Kenobi turned back, not at Heliona's voice, but at the sound of rising battle from the outside.
"It is getting worse." she breathed.
Heliona nodded solemnly. "Go back to the children. What they do not see will not scare them."
Eowyn agreed and scurried back to her charges.
Gandalf the Grey
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posted 05-15-2000 04:28 PM
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The grey wizard stood by Gotreks side. He was filled with coldness but still he sweated badly. The wizard could be seen mixing something into a cup that the villagers had let Gotrek drink out of. One of the men thought that he was trying to poison Gotrek at first but later he realized he was trying to help, especially after the wizard had given him a very stern glance. He mixed a powder that he had been carrying in the small satchel that hung by his waist into Gotreks water. He then made Gotrek drink it all. Gotrek felt a warmth rush through him that he had not felt before. It was very soothing and relaxed him much more then the wizard thought it would. The potion took away most of the pain to his cut as Gotrek now lay there on the bed almost asleep. The wizard then without any word left the small shelter that they kept Gotrek in. The wizard walked out as he could see only a few barbariens around. He walked twords them. He picked up his pace, now he was very close to them as they too saw him. There were 3 of them. Quicly Gandalf put forth his staff and in a burst of red two of the men fell down and were consumed in flames and turned to nothing more then ashes. And the last man rused for Gandalf. The wizard now drew his sword. To the mans most suprise and the wizards horror. The sword glowed a pale blueish grey. The man only paused for a quick glance at the sword and then rused forward and took a swing at the wizards head as hard as he could. But the barbarien had swung to hard. For the wizard had seen this comming and he ducked as he swung. The man had no time to pull back and try to swing again for he found Gandalfs sword deep in his stomache. The barbarien then fell to the ground and the wizard sheathed his sword. The grey wizard rused around the village to the gates as there were still people fighthing there and the trolls that had fled earlier had now returned along with orcs. Gandalf could see the orcs now. They were still fighting their way in through the gates. The wizard saw off in the distance a hole in the ground. The wizard wondered what the hole in the ground was. For it look like it had been dug as a trap or barracade, or hideing place. The wizard now ran twords the direction of the hole to find out what it was...
Elendil
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-15-2000 10:48 PM
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Gandalf reached the hole. The fighting was almost gone now, for the elves from Galad led by Tyrion now were driving the orcs, trolls and blackmen away. At the hole a small figure sat bent ove the edge. His clothes were burned and his beard black. At his side a broken axe laid. When Gandalf came he looked up with tears in his eyes.
"He is gone, gone." Rofin collapsed. In the distant you could here the screams of battle slowly die away.
Gandalf mumbeled for himself,"what evil thing has happened here."
He lifted up Rofin in his arms an was just about to leave. When something glittered on the ground. He bent himself down and saw a long sword.
"Elendils sword, what evil thing has really happened here."
He hurried away to find Radagast and tell him of these dreadful news
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-16-2000 02:06 AM
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As Gandalf made his way back, a figure in a cloak came out of the shadows with a knife above his head. He made his way to the wizard and by the time he noticed, the assassin was about to strike. The knife was coming down onto him but suddenly the man was jerked backwards. Gandalf looked to his right and there was Gotrek with a crossbow which had just been fired.
"That returns what you did for me my friend. Come, I think that we need to check up on the village, be prepared for some more of those sneaky sods."
The two made their way around the village, checking up on everyone.
Khelen
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-16-2000 05:37 AM
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As she made her way through the streets, Khelen looked up and saw the dwarf she had moved earlier with an old man. She went up to them, and said:
"I guess it is no secret now, that I am fighting with you. Maybe I should have told you all before your captain took a swing at me. A regiment tried to get in at the back of the village. they did not succeed, but that was only because i was there to stop them. Others will try again. You should sned a small guard around there for the archers are dead. i will see you later. For now, the battle is rising again. A small number of fresh troops have arrived for them, or so I have heard."
And with that, she turned, and strode off towards the sounds of fighting, drawqing her sword as she went.
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Gotrek
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"Tyrion! Watch her. I'm not sure about her. She attacks her own people then walks back to them. If she is with us then she is in danger for there are many spies in this village. Do not intervene but help her if she needs it. We will not be going anywhere and if we do we will let you know. Good luck my friend."
The elf gathered his things and entered the wood keeping a close eye on their new member.
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Radagast looked on from afar at Gotrek's sudden and seemingly unnatural return to life. The old wizard shook his head sadly, saying to heliona, "Already it has begun. They seek the burden that Gotrek bears, and it itself has begun to change him. Look! Look, as his strength seems to come from unnatural sources and his eyes have a strange fire to them."
Indeed, heliona could see the eerie fire in Gotrek's eyes even from a distance, but only those knowledgeable in magic could perceive it. Radagast went on, "How long can he hold up against the device of the Enemy? How long will he still be the Dwarf we all know and love?"
The wizard was distracted by a scream from afar. A guard of the city went down, an arrow in his back. Radagast saw a man in black skulking in the shadows, readying another arrow. Radagast pointed his staff at the man, and the archer screamed as a thousands of stinging and biting insects appeared, crawling all over him. He ran in pure horror before falling dead.
But Radagast suspected that there were probably others who had snuck into the village, working from behind the battlelines, waiting for a chance to strike. He had only seen one, but he feared for the future...
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-16-2000 08:40 AM
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Gotrek was aware what was going on inside of him. It seemed that the blade that was used against him was magical in a way which either drove him crazy or he was possessed by something. He began to calm down and he felt the fires die down. Whatever was wrong with him had left him. The company tended to the wounded and helped as much as they could. Food was brought for everyone for they needed it after the battle.
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heliona
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posted 05-16-2000 12:00 PM
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Heliona looked at the wizard beside her, and nodded. She, too, was worried about Gotrek. "We need reinforcements. We cannot stand much longer against them, even with you, Gandalf, and myself. That would alert them to the fact that there are people possessing powerful magic amongst us. I must get word to Glorifas, if indeed he hasn't already heard."
Radagast turned to Heliona, looking slightly puzzled. The elf-maiden pointed upward, and Radagast saw an Eagle, soaring above them. "Blacktip," she said, quietly. Her eyes glazed over, and she silently sent a message to the Eagle, urging him to go to her cousin. Radagast saw him wheel, and fly off in an Easterly direction.
Heliona sighed. "I hope he gets word in time. Otherwise we're in trouble."
Radagast grunted. "As if we're not in it up to our neck now!"
Heliona grinned. "What? This? Nah! This is just a game, wait till the fun starts!" But she still looked worriedly at White Shadow, and then through the stable doors, out onto the battleground.
Eowyn Kenobi
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-16-2000 03:59 PM
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Eowyn watched Heliona and the others confer. The dwarf with the strange eyes could only be Gotrek, and the tall bearded one who had wrought the fire could only be Gandalf, and the rest she did not recognize.
She leaned against the harsh grain of the stable door, and pulled back her hand in disgust... the wood was damp, and not with water. A grief filled her heart as she heard the sounds of lingering battle go on outside.
A tiny tug at her side caused het to look down. A thin, black haired girl stared silently up at her and said, "Where do you come from?"
>She wants to hear a soothing voice.< perceived Eowyn, and she knelt and took the girl in her arms, stroking the raven locks as she did so.
"I come from a land of rolling hills and deep forests. They say fairies still live in those trees, and that if you go amongst them on a night like this, when the moon is full, that you can see them dancing."
The girl's eyes widened. "Did you ever see any?"
Kenobi grinned. "I did. I will tell you the story..."
A short while later, she lowered the sleeping girl to the ground and asked a few of the more stout-hearted women to watch the children while she went out. A breeze filled with the scent of war and metal brushed her face as she exited the stables.
She saw Gotrek and the others, and considered asking them now if she could join them, whever they went next.
>But they'll want to know who I am, and where i really DO come from...< she thought painfully. She didn't remember, nor was she likely to for at least a few more hours.
"It can wait until morning, I am sure." She murmured softly.
In the circle, Heliona's Elven ear picked up the nondescript statement, but she said nothing.
>I will ask Gotrek later, that is all. When I can remember who I am.< A sad expression flickered across Eowyn's face, and she shook her head to clear what she did remember.
"What a stupid curse this is." She muttered, and turned to go back to the charred grove where she'd first set eyes on Gotrek's adventuring band.
Elendil
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-17-2000 01:20 AM
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The elfpatrol now had to stop its offensive, because the orcs and blackmen now knew that they were merly a patrol. The elves fighted along with the villagers but the orcs was to many. An suddenly under a firce attack, the orcs broke threw and seperated the defenders from each other. The defenders saw their death come, but they would fight to the bitter end.
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At the same time, when the orcish horns suddenly erupted in joy Radagast stood silent and listened.
"They are coming, aren´t they Radagast." Heliona said it with a perfectly calm voice, but she held her bow in a thight grip.
"Yes, I think........" Radagast didn´t finish the sentence before Gandalf and Gotrek entered the stable with Rofin behind them.
"Time is running against us Radgast and we have a lot of things to do but listen first to what Rofin has to say." Gandalf said that and let Rofin enter, all looked at him, waiting.
"Elendil is gone, the orcs have taken him." The simpel sentence shocked everyone in the stable. To prove it was true, Gandalf took out Narsil and held it up in front of everyone. At the same time, when all the defenders fighted for their lives, five men, clad in black entered the now burning village, their only weapons were a black dagger.
Gotrek
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-17-2000 02:04 AM
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Gotrek recognised these people had his wound started to ache again. Those knives, he started to feel afraid. It could be seen on his face but he picked up a crossbow and made ready to fire. They had never seen Gotrek use a crossbow before, he was good with it yes but he usually used his axe. Something was definatly wrong.
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i am haldor, some of you may know me, most of you will not. i have been following your adventure for a while know. i have nothing to report to you about anything, and would probably be of no service to you at all. i will go know. to the sea, to the sea, to the sea
Khelen
Citizen of Imladris
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Khelen had seen the black figures enter, and she slipped round so that she was standing behind Gotrek and the others. The dwarf seemed to be in a dreamworld as he picked up the cross bow, and she drew her sword, ready to help him if he needed aid.
Radagast
Citizen of Imladris
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Radagast shook his head, saying to those around him, "First Alatar, and now Elendil - what an evil fate this is!"
The wizard sensed something unnatural in the air, and turned towards the gates. Shadows seemed to move there, five of them, and Radagast spoke, "Look, more of those black-clad men have come? What do they seek, I wonder, or is it what I fear?"
He also wondered why he could sense an aspect of magic about them, for it seemed that they were more then ordinary men.
Gotrek by now had taken aim with his crossbow, but a strange rage was upon the Dwarf. He took no time to conceal himself, but boldy approached the black figures.
Radagast said, "He's going to get himself killed... again."
Gandalf replied, "Perhaps he is drawn to them in some fashion. If they seek the Ring, that could explain many things."
"Indeed, it would. We should stop him, but have no time to fight amongst ourselves, and I think that it would take more than words to sway Gotrek from his chosen path."
Heliona said, "Then we have no choice but to find a way to end this battle. Blacktip shall return, I hope, but perhaps not in time. We must take action to somehow hamper the Enemy - and quickly."
Gotrek
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posted 05-17-2000 08:47 AM
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Gotrek fired a crossbow bolt at one of the men. His head jerked backwards as the bolt made contact with it and he fell backwards. The others though, sensing that Gotrek was in the open made for him. They were incredibaly fast and were closing fast.
Tyrion
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-17-2000 08:55 AM
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An arrow shot through one of the mens torso and he slumped forward onto the ground. They looked around and there was Tyrion with his bow firing at the men. These people were now in a deadly cross-fire and they were starting to suffer. Suddenly they disappeared from sight, they couldn't be seen anywhere. Gotrek seemed to keep his crossbow in his shoulder and then fired into what seemed nothing. A scream was heard and another one of the men was seen, dying as he clucthed the bolt inside him. However, there was still 2 more.
Eowyn Kenobi
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-17-2000 06:51 PM
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Eowyn turned in her tracks and heard the roar of the orcs and black men as they swarmed towards the stables. It was like a nightmare of utter darkness. To make things more difficult, an immense cloud concealed the moon, and all was finally completely dark.
"I cannot leave them. I cannot. I do not know who they are, but I must." She spoke aloud to help her think.
"I would not be human if I did not help them."
That thought gave her the idea she'd been avoiding, and she suddenly laughed; a pained, sorrowful laugh.
"I will not remember for a long while this time. But I will do it. For them. And for me."
She began to run again, getting farther and farther from the battle, making her way up the blood-drenched hillside.
As she raced she recalled all she knew. She remembered her life, and tried to keep it in her mind...
--"I want you to bring this to the miller, girl. He has paid a high price, and I will not have such a profit lost."
Elyth handed his servant a small bottle. She handled it carefully and gave him a questioning glance.
He snorted. "If I told you, you wouldn't deliver it. Now go on." He turned to return to his rooms.
"I will not leave until you tell me what he wants it for." Her voice shook... it was the first time she'd stood up to her owner.
The black locks about his dark face swung out as he spun to face her. A look was in his eyes that she did not know: and that she feared. Elyth was the only medicine man who had ever come across any real magic. And he used it well.
"What... did you say?"
"It's about Katerin, isn't it?" Her voice gained strength. "The blacksmith's daughter... you've made a love potion for him to slip her, haven't you?"
He stared at her,a grimace crossing his face. Then he laughed, and Ewyn cringed, clutching the small black vial.
"You assume much, girl! It is just as well: I did not buy the smartest person in the village to assist me for nothing. Very well: yes, it is about Katerin. But it is for Owen."
Ewyn suddenly felt righteous anger. "A curse!" She almost yelled. "The miller will curse Owen so that he can take Owen's lover! Is that it, then?"
Elyth stared at her with that same unreadable expression, and nodded curtly.
"Now that you know, take it and be done with it. I am but a messenger for others' deeds."
The torchlight illuminated his golden eyes eerily. He raised a hand and curled it into a fist, striking her on the face for her cheek.
"You will not cross me again, girl."
And he left.
Ewyn stared at the bottle in her palm. She could not do this to Katerin... to Owen. She would not.
She ran a hand through her short dark hair streaked with red and closed her eyes briefly. Then she opened the vial and drank it, dashing the bottle to pieces afterward.
Ewyn passed out cold and fell to the red marble tiles.
She felt no different when she awakened... only a little lightheaded. She fetched a broom and quickly began to sweep up the pieces. The door to Elyth's study was closed, but Ewyn felt she was watched. The last black fragment of glass was collected, and she rose to dispose of them.
When she returned to the main hall, she saw that Elyth had drawn up his armchair to the massive ebony fireplace. Her heart beat swiftly, and she brushed out her hair quickly and rubbed her face, trying to gain control. Silently she stepped up to his side.
"Do you wish some wine, milord?"
"Ah. Back to the servant's stance, is it?" His voice was cool... but then, it always was.
"Milord?" She cursed herslef as her voice broke momentarily.
"You know, I like you better when you're angry with me. When you rebel. Because when you do, it's easier to deal with you than when you're lying and slithering about like a dead goblin-child."
Ewyn dropped to her knees and knelt by Elyth, putting her hands on the chair arm.
"I have displeased you, lord?"
Elyth slowly, slowly, turned his head to face her. His eyes were like the flames that raged in front of him. The he looked away, that earlier expression like a ghost clinging to his features.
"It would have exploded." He stated.
Ewyn drew her hands back. "E-exploded?"
"The vial. If you had tried to destroy it with the liquid still inside, it would have exploded."
He knew.
"But I decided you wouldn't betray your friends like that. Not you, girl. I thought you'd give it to someone you disliked, or something weak and foolish like that."
Ewyn held her breath and lowered her head, trying not to cry.
"But you are stronger than I thought, girl. You did a noble thing there, drinking Owen's curse instead of binding that pitiful Katerin to the widower miller. Am I correct?"
Ewyn sobbed. "Yes, milord."
He jumped up like lightning and harshly pulled her to her feet.
"I could beat you for this!" He bellowed, shaking her. "Deliberate insubordination from a slave! I could kill you, girl. KILL you!"
Ewyn felt very faint, now. She sagged in his arms.
"No you don't! You are stronger than womanish fainting now. You drank a man's curse. It will not be the same as though he'd drank it, but you will not be yourself ever again."
He pushed her to the floor and turned to the fire.
Ewyn was surprised to find she was not weeping. Shaking, she raised her head and studied her master, the magician and shaman Elyth of Rhun. He was a silhouette, his shape well-formed, his hair set about his profile like a painting. His eyes glowed no more... it was his eyes she studied now.
>Not be myself ever again.< She repeated. She was not so much afraid of what that might mean, but of how he'd said it. His voice had sounded... human. Regretful.
She got to her feet carefully, as smoothly as a falcon flies, and turned to depart.
A hand grasped her shoulder, and she was turned around gently by Elyth.
"You must leave now, girl. When you are marked as direly as I have been, you will find a way to cure yourself."
Ewyn felt his hand touch her hair.
"Marked, milord?" She knew what his expression had been now. A man who has lost his heart.
He exhaled slowly, as though regaining control of himself. As he stepped back, his long, deft fingers that had wrought so much joy and pain brushed her cheek.
"Leave now, girl. Leave and find your cure."
She hesitated.
"GO!"
Startled, Ewyn suddenly felt something rise within her. She was changing... into what?
A small female falcon alighted on the open window and crooned softly at the man who sat with his head in his hands. With a flutter of feathers, she was gone.
"And then you must come back to me." Elyth breathed. "You must come back... Ewyn."--
Her memory had been jumbled and strained by her transformations, shown by the changing of her name from Ewyn Kethe to Eowyn Kenobi. But she remembered everything after a while when she remained in one form long enough. And now she would have to sacrifice herself again.
Eowyn stood on the dark hill and stared down at the torchlight of the orcs and trolls. She looked for the dragon who had accidentally burned her, but could see it nowhere. The elven patrol was retreating.
She heard a cry from the stables and peered closely. There was Gotrek, armed with crossbow, his eyes still alight with Gandalf's healing. Heliona, her hair entwined with the wind, standing bravely beside her comrades. Gandalf himself, staff poised and the bravery of ages apparent. Radagast, and so many others.
"I will help them, though I will forget you again, my master. My Elyth." She whispered.
Throwing back her arms and head, she dissipated in a cloud of green smoke.
A magnificent creaure with the body of a lion and the wings and head of an eagle pawed the ground. Emerald and terrible, the green gryphon screamed into the night and charged the enemies of her newly found friends.
Elendil
Citizen of Imladris
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Elendil awoke. He didn´t know were he where, but the pain in his head reminded him of the last moment in the village. He tried to rub his eyes but it didn´t work. He was tighed up. He tried to look around and slowly the two yellow dots nearby turned to two fires. He heard orcs talk on their own foul language, a side with some voices he recognised as Men, but they also talked the language of the orcs.
"I have been captured, but why," Elendil said to himself
Suddenly something hit him and his head started ringing. The pain was terrible but Elendil forced his eye to open up. Over him a large orcs stood, with a knife in his hand. "Shut up, you little rat and be happy that the bosses want you, otherwise you would be given to us." He laughed and turned around and walked to the fire. Elendil looked after the orc, he sighed, revenge couldn´t be thought of now. "Where was everyone, were they also captured or maybe dead, that was a option and if they were dead, I will probably die to." Elendil thought that and laid himself down, he would be needing sleep now. A last thought ocurred to him, why didn´t the orcs walk any further, orcs walk at night.
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Gotrek
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posted 05-18-2000 05:04 AM
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Gotrek looked around but he could not see the strange men anywhere. his wound was that bad now, they must have left. This was dangerous, Gotrek was the problem here, whereever he was they would follow. He didn't want to be held responsible for their deaths. This left him with two choices.
1. Return to Karaz-Durn and take off the ring.
2. To go on alone and defeat the evil lord.
He called all of the people of the 'new' company, old and new members.
"I have to have a word with you. As it seems, I am putting you all in dangerous situations and the best thing for me to do is either to return to Karaz-Durn and take off the ring or go on alone and you can follow if you wish once you find Alatar and Elendil."
Khelen
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-18-2000 05:24 AM
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Standing a little away from the others, Khelen said: "I will go with you, for I do not know of these two you speak of. i will not be much help here and though you are valiant, you may need my help for things other than fighting. I will accompany you wherever you go."
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Eleanorae
Citizen of Imladris
posted 05-18-2000 01:39 PM
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Snuffleproud opened his eyes and sneezed away the sooty ashes from the end of his snout. Buried deeply within a heap of burned troll and human remnants, he had almost suffocated in his fatigued slumber. However, thick black blood coursed through the dragon’s young veins, and this, combined with deep healing dragon-sleep, alleviated the most terrible of his injuries.
Dismally, he gazed at numerous ugly wounds tracing red lines along his flanks, still clotted with darkened blood. His underside bore an angry polka-dot pattern of arrow punctures, many of the lesions still weeping bitterly. Embarrassed at the sight of his hideous body, Snuffleproud hung his head in shame and slunk off through the charred trees. Guiltily, he turned his head back, half wanting to return to help but so reviled by his unsightly condition, he feared that someone, especially Heliona, may see him and be repulsed.
From the skies above, he heard the furious thrashing of wings through air. An impressive green beast with talons like steel slashed her way through the enemy. Men and trolls were shredded apart and then dropped and discarded like trees and branches in the path of a hurricane.
Mortified with embarrassment, Snuffleproud trudged further into the cover of the woods, his lank tail furrowing the soil as he went. He sensed a dim flicker in his mind. The image of an immense black dragon, white-hot flames jetting from his nostrils, a look of fury written deep within the coal-black eyes. Firescorcher! Snuffleproud wept in shame and frustration. Such dishonour was only his to bear.
Shaking the messiest of the grime from his jaded scales, he stretched out his tattered wings and leapt into the air through the treetops. Whirling high above he judged his strength. To his surprise, he felt stronger, almost with a renewed purpose. Whether it was the ire of Firescorcher, the actions of the courageous gryphon or both, Snuffleproud didn’t know. Animated now, in his frustrated anger and shame, he bore his emotions down upon the fearful vermin below, hungry flames surging from his open maw.
Eowyn Kenobi
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She did not remember why she fought or whom she fought for. She was one of the ancient gryphons, only legendary and now flesh and blood. All she could see were evil creatures spread out before her, and it was these that she killed and maimed; only because they were of the dark side of the living.
She caught a glimpse out of the corner of her eye at a dwarf and men and elves. She recalled their names, and that led to other things. She closed her emerald jaws on a squeaking orc and then spit him out again. She had remembered enough: Gotrek and his company, the elf patrol, and the dragon...
Where was the dragon?
As she raked her steel claws through a troop of darkmen, she saw him. Magnificent and the picture of strength, even the gryphon was outshone by this immense being. She watched him swoop down and catch orcs and enemies in his claws, then dash them to pieces against the ground.
She emitted a shrill call to the dragon, and when he looked up she gave a brief nod. He roared back, and they both went on with their work.
>Will it be enough?< She wondered, using her whip-like tail to stun a few of the dark horde. >Where did the elven patrol get to?<
A sword finally pierced her hide and she screamed, batting the offending darkman away and rising again out of the black midst.
Then her ears picked up a statment from the valiant Gotrek.
"...you can follow if you wish once you find Alatar and Elendil."
She must come with them! She would, even if she never got the chance to ask the adventuring dwarf at all. She twirled in that direction, and flapped a wing furiously to gain their attention. Not knowing whether she had it or not, she used the unfamiliar muscles in her throat to try and atriculate human speech.
"I... fight with you... for you...always."
By their expressions they seemed more suspicious than glad of a new aide.
Cursing herself and gaining mroe anger from her failure, she turned and flew to the dragon's side to continue, and hopefully end, this battle.
Gotrek
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The company seemed to want to follow Gotrek, whatever the risk. This made him happy, his friends would stay by his side to the end.
"Thank you my friends, I will continue our journey with you. I think now, we should get some sleep, it has been a tiring day."
Gotrek pulled a blanket over himself and fell asleep alomst instantly.
Khelen
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Khelen required little or no sleep, and wrapping her cloak around her, she went out and climbed up onto the walls, where she lay staring at the stars until only the exhaustion of battle overtook her and she fell into a light sleep.
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Eleanorae
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On the outskirts of the town, the Gryphon and the young fledgling dragon ritualistically scoured the surrounding countryside of the enemy. Scaly skinned trolls were dashed to pieces by the gryphon’s claws, dark men were riven through with red-hot fire and gouged by bloodied dragon talons. The anger and emotion of the two unseemly allies tore through the remnants of the scattered army, even the lone figures hiding within charred woods or behind buildings were herded out and almost, sanctimoniously shredded to pieces by the furious creatures. Then, there was an unearthly silence. For several miles the land lay free of orc and troll alike. No more black hearted men were left to roam the woodland. All had perished to gryphon-claw, dragon-flame or had fled far, far into the night.
The sounds of leathery wings spiralling through air had ceased as the two beasts alighted softly upon the black and bloodied land. Not a soul moved. The enemy banished; the battle weary survivors had fallen asleep with sheer exhaustion. Not far from the group of men, elves and dwarves, the gryphon and dragon lay at last to rest. Snuffleproud lamely tried to preen his dullened flank, and longed for some tasty hobbit-fare to take away the bitter taste of troll from his lips, but the industrious little hobbit was nowhere to be seen, no doubt curled in slumber somewhere. Finally, Snuffleproud settled down to sleep. One eye, for a while at least, kept open on the emerald green creature than had chosen to rest a small distance away from the sleeping company.
heliona
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Blacktip had done Heliona's bidding, and had flown at a great pace to where Glorifas was camped. The Elf King, his heart full of fear for his elder cousin, gathered his company, and they marched with the fleetness of Elves, to the village where Gotrek's friends were trapped. They had seen from the distance the dragon and the gryphon in flight, and fearing for their friends' lives, had pressed on into the night. They arrived just before dawn, to be greeted by the sight of the charred remains of the enemy. Glorifas said to his Captain grimly, "They have done their job well," and he nodded towards the sleeping dragon and gryphon.
His captian looked amazed. "Do you believe that they would fight for Gotrek and his companions."
Glorifas was about to reply, when there was a whirr of wings, and Blacktip arrived with his King, Thorondor. "Our friends have the greates power of all, to conjure love for them in others," the great Eagle replied. "I advise you to rest now, for you have had a long march, and this village will still be needing your help in the morning."
"What about you, O Great One?" Glorifas asked, slightly awed.
"I must go, there is work to be done in other places. Blacktip will be in charge while I am gone," and with that, the great Eagle spread his wings, and took off into the sky, making hardly a sound.
Blacktip said quietly, "I will go and check on the others, rest now," and he, too, took to his silent wings and disappeared.
Eowyn Kenobi
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The massive green beast sighed and opened one eye at the arrival of the Elvish company. So tall and fair they were, and obviously at ease in the presense of such disaster and destruction... and two giant flying creatures with teeth and claws.
"They have done their job well." said one, motioned to the gryphon and dragon.
"Do you believe that they would fight for Gotrek and his companions?" Asked another, probably the leader of the elves.
Eowyn (for she now remembered her name) snorted softly. >If we had not been, they would have killed us. Their hearts are as gold, but much stronger than the real metal. And I will go with them, whever they journey.<
But she knew she could no longer hide in gryphon form. It was too large and clumsy for such travel, and so she stirred and raised herself on her front paws.
Flying a short distance from the elven company and the brave little dragon, she silently gained concentrated on one thought: Gotrek's adventuring group. If she was lucky it would be the first thing she remembered as soon as she returned to human form. The more dire wounds from the orcs would remain for a short time, but the small aches and scratches would depart.
She spread her wings and folded herself in their soft feathers, and bade her body change by the curse she had taken upon herself.
Several members of the Elf King's group looked up, thinking they had seen a flash of emerald light. But when they went to investigate, they found only a sleeping young human woman dressed in black and wrapped in a green cloak, with a blank look on her face and a sword wound in her side.
Tyrion
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posted 05-23-2000 06:21 AM
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Tyrion gathered the person up in his arms and took her to the others.
"Looks like we have a casulty here."
He placed her down and everyone had a look at her. The wound was nasty but not uncurable. Tyrion took out some leaves and placed them on the wound, then poured some liquid from a blank bottle and on to it and left it.
"She should be alright in the morning. Who is she? I've seen her before somewhere and I can't remember
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The woman was starting to come around now, the ointment that Tyrion had given her had seemed to work.
"So, I take it that you are on our side. What do you want? Do you want to join us? Do you want us to help you?"
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Gotrek
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OOC. Cheers for that, its a load off my chest. Right people, time to get posting!
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Radagast
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 19 Oct 2007
Joined: 24 Apr 2000
Posts: 2253
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Posted: Fri May 26, 2000 6:44 am |
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(OOC: Great job, Gotrek!! More power to the King of the Dwarves!!)
Radagast had fought with the others, though the Enemy had done their best to keep the wizard held back within the walls of the town. They paid dearly for standing before him. Of the common Men and Orc, there were only lightning blasted bones, poisoned corpses, and a few lost souls still fleeing from unnamed terrors of the mind.
They had won, for now.
Radagast commented to Heliona, "We have taken this day, but the Enemy was caught unawares by the Dragon and the Griffon. We may not be so fortunate next time. We must speak with Gotrek about the future of our journey."
Heliona nodded and said, "Look - Snuffleproud is wounded. The poor fellow must have taken quite a beating. He'll need a healer."
Radagast agreed, but then he saw a shadowy figure slinking through the wreckage. He said to Heliona, "The path is clear from here to the far woodlands of the Enemy, or so it seems, but please be careful. You can take care of the Dragon - I have another mission..."
He turned his eyes towards the shadow, and Heliona glanced there and saw the being. They then acted as if they had not see the figure, for they did not wish to alert him to their intentions. Heliona departed for the broken gate of the town, seaking Snuffleproud, while Radagast looked back towards the spectral figure - but it was gone.
He said to himself, "Oh, you won't get that far, my friend..."
The wizard cast a shadow portal and vanished from sight as well, leaving the two to contest each other out of the sight of mortal men...
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Eleanorae
Shield Bearer
Alliance: default
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 09 May 2000
Posts: 377
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2000 4:50 am |
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Snuffleproud recoiled in self-loathing as Heliona advanced towards him, although the sharp movement pained every tortured sinew.
The scales of his flank were filmed with soot and encrusted with his own blackish blood and splattered with troll gore; the cut’s of his belly lay open, still seeping black wetness and plagued by flies. One of his horns was sliced in half by the blow of a dark human’s sword.
Yet the pain was blocked by the anguish of his predicament, he couldn’t allow Heliona to be offended by the sight of his ugliness. He stretched his wings and tried to raise himself from the floor, but his tired muscles rebelled defiantly.
Slumping to floor, he looked down upon the grass below him, shifting his colours to greens and the grey of soil to blend with his surroundings in hope that Heliona would be confused and pass him by unnoticed.
‘Snuffleproud,’ Heliona laughed softly, though tinged with concern ‘There’s no need to hide yourself away like this, and tis useless in any case. Any true elf can see through such your camouflage. Look at me.’
Slowly Snuffleproud raised his head, looking at Heliona sheepishly through the corner of one great eye, still smeared from the blood trickling from the wounded horn. The elf, though battle worn and weary still appeared radiant through all her grime, her head held high, fire and compassion burning from the depths of her eyes.
‘You were incredibly brave Snuffleproud, you and that glorious Gryphon helped saved us all, all these villagers, all those small children. We are all proud of you!’
Heliona delicately placed her hand upon his snout. Snuffleproud felt it’s warmth emanate throughout his body, down even to the jagged tips of his claws. Whether Heliona was a healer or not, he didn’t know but he felt a growing heat inside him, and he clung desperately to the sensation not wanting the feeling to leave him.
At Heliona’s words, a great, salty, tear rolled from the end of his snout, and splattered to the ground with a tiny thud. He tried to thank her, but the word’s choked in his throat.
No-one had ever been proud of him before, his clan thinking him arrogant, vain, somewhat cowardly and self-opinionated. In truth that was partly the reason he had left, with the false bravado that he could help the elves and repay Firescorcher’s debt. He began to realise that there was a little more to life than a highly polished set of scales and delicately manicured talons…
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Radagast
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 19 Oct 2007
Joined: 24 Apr 2000
Posts: 2253
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2000 11:01 am |
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(Cheers to Eleanorae for making Snuffleproud such an interesting character!)
The world shifted to shades of blues, greys, and blacks as Radagast walked through the Shadow Rifts, searching for the cloaked figure. Everything in the outside world - the real world - slowed down and sound was hushed and distorted. The wizard passed by the wounded and the dying, and a tear ran down his cheek, for there were many who would never move or take breathe again. But children ran among the survivors, and the fears of the young passed quickly and gave hope to the weary who knew the full truth.
Something moved in the distance and darted behind a building. Whatever it was, it too must be in the Shadow Rift to travel with such speed. Radagast went around a crumbling stone wall only to see nothing. The figure was gone.
Just as he turned to leave, he was struck hard and a flash of light blinded him. He fell backwards, trying to cast a warding spell. Again he was struck, and there was a blast of lightning. The wizard cursed and his flesh was seared. He dove into his opponent, knocking the shadowy figure to the ground.
The two rolled on the ground, each trying to strangle the other, before Radagast broke free. He retreated a few paces and began to cast a spell of horror. There was a flicker of darkness and the shadow fell backwards, shaking its head. But the being was not fooled for long. It knelt, picked up its black staff, and advanced towards the wizard.
"Let's see just how strong you really are..." Radagast stated, and he dove at the shadow, wielding his own staff as a weapon.
They met in a flash of light, and the shadow fell backwards. He then parried Radagast's next swing and struck low with the other end of his staff, attempting to trip the wizard. But Radagast expected this, and sidestepped while catching the figure's staff with his own. He then snapped the weapon out of the hands of his enemy.
Cursing in the tongue of Mordor, the shadow retreated and drew forth a dagger. The weapon gleamed with a cold light of ghosts and frost. He dove at the wizard with blurring speed, but he then fell heavily to the ground, clutching at the wizard's own dagger that was buried in his chest.
Radagast turned the dead man over and pulled Jadefang out of the wound. He then searched the being for anything that might explain his nature and origins. The figure had been given some limited magical powers and several enchanted weapons. Indeed, the cloak he wore was of the Shadows and allowed him to walk unseen and travel through the Rift to pass others by. Yet he was still a mortal man, though twisted and corrupt with power. His greater purpse was obviously to serve the Enemy, but none could say any more than that.
The wizard then left the corpse and returned to the mortal realm, for he would need to heal.
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Eowyn Kenobi
Shield Bearer
Alliance: House of Cirdan
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 23 Jan 2000
Posts: 210
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Posted: Sun May 28, 2000 1:25 pm |
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She started at the sight of two people staring into her face. The question had been strange.
>Why would I want to join them?<
A sense of subconscious urgency pressed at her mind, and the memory of the battle and of Gotrek's journey came back.
"Yes! I will join you... if you will have me to."
"I am Tyrion." said one who looked faintly familiar through her fuzzy vision. "Who are you?"
The green-clad woman opened her mouth and then stopped. Who was she? She feigned a pain in her side and moaned slightly, all thr while trying to recall her name.
Tyrion's brow furrowed. "The ointment didn't work? I'm sure I applied the right amount..."
She suddenly recalled her name and sat up abruptly, nearly knocking the two visitors in the head. " I am called Eowyn Kenobi. At the moment I can tell you nothing of my history... I must have had a blow to the head. You are Gotrek the dwarf?"
The dwarf nodded. "I understand you wish to join my company."
Eowyn nodded profusely. "I do. I have seen your bravery and theirs... you must be a great warrior and leader for them to follow you so faithfully. I swear now that I will be honest and loyal to you, Gotrek, should you let me join you in your quests." She held his gaze with eyes of green embers, and she held out her hand.
Gotrek gave a broad grin and grasped her wrist. "Your compnay will be appreciated, Eowyn Kenobi. You will be informed when we depart." With that he arose and left.
Eowyn shoved the thin blanket away and unsteadily got to her feet. Nearly bumping into Tyrion, she begged his pardon. "I wish to see the dragon Snuffleproud, Can you tell me where he is, sir?"
Tyrion motioned to the beast and Heliona. Eowyn nodded to him and, clamping a hand to her side where the wound still throbbed slightly, made her way to the two.
Tyrion sprinted to catch up with Gotrek.
" A great warrior and leader, she said. Praise indeed from a total stranger." He remarked.
Gotrek gave him a shrewd side glance. "You do not trust her?"
"You don't know who she is either."
"One can only distrust when one knows the person enough to doubt. She is strange, but then, we have all been through much."
Tyrion shrugged, and gave a last puzzled glance back to the emerald-clad woman who was speaking with Snuffleproud and the elvish warrior maiden. "She had no head wound." He muttered.
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(OOC: Gotrek, I'd like to thank you and everyone else for all your hard work on this absolutely wonderful thread!)
"First I'm ignorant and now I have no pride... however do I manage that?"
In Christ,
Eowyn Kenobi of Vulcan
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heliona
The Sexy One
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 02 Sep 2010
Joined: 02 Feb 2000
Posts: 5470
Location: Pendle
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2000 9:33 am |
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(OOC: Thanks for carrying me while I was gone. It was a little sudden!)
Heliona gazed down at the young dragon. "You'll be all right," she reassured him. Looking up, she saw the young woman that had helped her with the troll, and again with the children in the stable. "Ah! Hello!" she said cheerfully, and then frowned when she saw that the girl was limping. "Are you all right? Come here," Heliona commanded, and grabbed the girl as she stumbled. Putting her hands to the girl's side, she healed the wound as best she could with her magic, that had been depleted when Heliona had healed Snuffleproud.
Snuffleproud looked up at Heliona and the girl, and frowned. Tilting his head on one side, he looked suspiciously at the girl, and mumbled something about the gryphon. The girl looked ill at ease, but Heliona reassured her. "Don't worry, he's still a little drowsy. Perhaps you would like to stay with him and talk to him. He won't hurt you."
The girl looked at Heliona curiously, and smiled. "Yes, I'd like that."
Heliona smiled back. "Good, I'll come back later." The elf-maiden walked off towards the village, looking for Radagast. She had a feeling that she knew what he had done, and she was worried about him. She finally came across him, looking tired and wounded. Heliona healed him, and they sat a way away from the others while Radagast told her what had happened.
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Life is short; break the rules, forgive quickly; kiss lips slowly; love truly; laugh uncontrollably; and never regret anything that made you smile.
Grab a chance and you won't be sorry for the might-have-beens.
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Arthur Ransome
to my one and only.
Come along, newbies, to the
Bookworms' Gateway to the Lounge and Garden - Adoption thread
if you want to be adopted.
In Memoriam EDW - March 14th 2009
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In Memoriam AHH - Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A warm embrace from a loved one can ease many a sorrow or weary heart.
~ Heliona, June 13th, 2010 |
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Eowyn Kenobi
Shield Bearer
Alliance: House of Cirdan
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 23 Jan 2000
Posts: 210
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2000 2:50 pm |
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Eowyn smiled slowly at the dragonling, wondering why it cocked its head so. She reached out a hand to stroke the pearly scales of its snout... they felt cool and smooth.
"Why do you stare, dragon?" She asked in a low, soft voice.
"My name is Snuffleproud... and yours is?" The slightly disgruntled dragon peered closer at the short human and flared its nostrils.
Eowyn checked her mind; much was still blank, but she remembered her last transformation of the green gryphon... the dragon must have a keen wit to suspect her.
"I am called Eowyn Kenobi, my brave Snuffleproud." She paused. "Are you much hurt from the battle?"
Shaking its head, it glanced quickly at the green tattered skirts and made its decision.
"No... I feel better now, thanks to Heliona, but you helped a great deal in watching my back, Gryphon."
Eowyn's eyes widened and she knelt swiftly to whisper into the dragon's ear hole.
"Do not say it so loudly! They cannot know what I was. Please do not tell."
Snuffleproud gazed over her shoulder at Gotrek and Heliona and all of his friends. If this shape-shifter was a danger to them, he would fry her here and now.
"What kind of good creature can turn into something so terrible?" He asked, a tiny tongue of fire licking from his mouth.
"What kind of dragon who fights so bravely can doubt the word of a mere woman who stands unarmed before him?" She retorted, standing again and half turning her back on him.
Snuffleproud shrank back a little... he hadn't meant to hurt her feelings. "I won't tell, Eowyn... I promise."
She turned back to him with a bright smile and answered, "Thank you, brave dragonling... I have sworn to serve Gotrek and I will protect our friends... even you, though you marked me with that blasted fire."
Snuffleproud rose to his front paws. "I did not!"
"Did too... look." She rolled up one sleeve and the little dragon saw the dragonfire weal. She nodded to him and let her sleeve back down.
"I... I didn't mean to." He mumbled.
"I know you didn't. It was because I was too close to your target of orcs and trolls that I was marked. Actually, I'm glad you..." She trailed off, and her eyes went vacant. She seated herself abruptly and muttered, "Why am I glad?"
Snuffleproud flexed a wing and yawned, trying not to eavesdrop on Eowyn's conversation with... well, herself. But he couldn't resist.
"You don't remember, do you? Your memory's half-gone!"
Eowyn shushed him again, throwing a glance over her shoulder at an Elf who stood with Gotrek.
"Yes... I don't know why, but after I change I always come around with a... clean slate. There are those who are suspicious of me already... having an amnesia-stricken chameleon won't help my reputation."
Snuffleproud nudged her gently with his snout and grinned as best he could with draconic features.
"You're all right, Eowyn, your secret's safe with me. I trust you... I think you're an outcast. " He lowered his head. "Like me."
The slender woman brushed a strand of hair behind one ear and bent down to kiss her new friend.
"When one is an outcast, one at least has had a home to be exiled from. I... I am lost, Snuffleproud. Lost."
Eowyn waved to the dragon and set off down the hill (grateful to Heliona for healing that last bit of stiffness) to see what was left of the town... and find something to eat.
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Elendil
Shield Bearer
Alliance: Numenore
Last Visited: 02 May 2004
Joined: 28 Mar 2000
Posts: 225
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Posted: Mon May 29, 2000 10:14 pm |
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The turmoil and chaos from the past night was gone and a wind was now coming from the north, over the now burned village and beyoynd, down southwards, bringing a small rain that stoped the last small fires. The eagels now patrolled the area around the village, searching. But in the south a small company moved slowly southwards. The blackclad man stood silent in the wind, with a cape that didn´t seem to move in the wind. Behind him, a small gruop of orcs stood, waiting and with a prisoner among them, tighed. The man in black, gazed to the northeast, where Gotrek was. Arn smiled, it was his name, his name. He smiled dispite what had happened. Never before he thouhgt, had so many of his brothers died, he had felt every blow, every strike. He mumbeled a curse to all wizards and dwarfs. But still, some happiness this night had bringed for him, as he looked at the prisoner and smiled. "Elendil", Arn said for himself, would soon be changed, he hoped. And the greatest news was that he had felt, he had felt that Gotrek had been stabbed by one of his brothers daggers. The doom of Gotrek now laid to hevily on him and he would soon listen to the call of the enemy. He looked at the orcs behind him, for now, he tought, they were all he needed, all he needed. And a laugh, black as the darkness of Angband came from his mouth.
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Eleanorae
Shield Bearer
Alliance: default
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 09 May 2000
Posts: 377
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2000 2:02 pm |
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(Occ. Cheers, Radagast. From yourself that is praise indeed )
Snuffleproud felt warm all over. The gentle healing touch of Heliona had filled him with a fiery contentment and then the unexpected kiss of friendship from the emerald-eyed gryphon had left him speechless once more.
His colours shifted from rosy pink, to deep scarlet and then back to greens and greys as he regained his composure. Eowyn was still a mystery to him but he would protect her secret for he knew she meant his new friends no harm, and true, they were both outcasts of sorts. He watched the green-clad girl disappear down the hill, a wistful expression in his eyes.
‘Lost’ she says, ‘lost?….and so am I?, but…being lost among friends is no hardship’ he mused.
Smiling in fierce draconic style, fangs bared and tongue darting from his mouth, he unfurled his loosened wings and lazily flapped into the sky. Circling in wide arcs around the town, at last he spied a lake of sorts and downwards he dove into the muddy waters. His landing had improved, although a swarm of nesting birds chittered to him defiantly as his splash-down resulted in a mini tsunami. He splashed and wallowed in the muddy waters like a puppy at play, rolling around with giddy abandon. The sores had all but healed and the touch of Heliona had left him invigorated and heady with emotion.
After many minutes of frolics, he looked up shamefacedly at his foolishness. Luckily not a soul had seen his immaturity. Playfully he snapped at a squawking mother bird, sending her scattering back into a horde of her young brood, and then shook his scales dry with a tremendous movement of body and wings. Refreshed and vitalised, he hopped back into the air, scouring the land for a fresh lunch of sheep or deer to take away the bitter, acrid taste of troll-meat!
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Eowyn Kenobi
Shield Bearer
Alliance: House of Cirdan
Last Visited: 30 Apr 2002
Joined: 23 Jan 2000
Posts: 210
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2000 2:29 pm |
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Eowyn turned back from the desolation. She had seen enough destruction for one day and did not wish to be sick. A gleam of color caught her eye and she saw Snuffleproud taking off, his immense wings catching the light of the sun and making him look even more beautiful.
She smiled and laughed softly, feeling a little better. She decided it felt nice to have someone know her secret... even if they only knew half of it. Why she could change shape and where she was still escaped her for the moment, and much of her past was still a grey mist hidden in the depths of forgotten memories.
A wind suddenly sprang up from behind and blew her mess of hair into her eyes. She grabbed the flailing locks and turned to face the onslaught, suddenly feeling how grimy her hair truly was. She looked around for something to maybe brush it out with, but saw no available water. Sighing at her own vanity, she sat down on a blacked boulder and began to run her fingers through the waist-long tresses.
After a few minutes the untamed cloud was somewhat composed, and Eowyn arose to make herself of use somewhere. Perhaps helping to clean up the town...
Cleaning... that was my job once, wasn't it?
Getting no answer from herself, she hitched up her skirt and began to walk towardsa the nearest building, where some of the villagers were piling ruined furniture and wood to burn. The edifice must have been the local tavern; it was still mostly intact, and Eowyn caught a glance of some men helping themselves to the very-much intact ale kegs. She shook her head, a disgusted expression on her face (she had never liked drunkeness or the way men behaved when in that state), and bent down to pick up a demolished beam at her feet.
It was rather heavy... she glanced up and saw someone coming to help her...
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Magpie Jen
Ranger of the North
Alliance: House of Thranduil
Last Visited: 16 May 2005
Joined: 27 Mar 2000
Posts: 1253
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Posted: Tue May 30, 2000 4:20 pm |
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A shy little OOC post, since there doesn't appear to be an active OOC-aside thread for Adventuring on the new board. I'll edit this out to a tasteful nothing later.
Ummm... can I get back into the Story?
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