Dagor Erui Amareth: The First Battle of Doom

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Postby Vercelestarrioler » Thu Jul 12, 2001 1:40 pm

Over the lands of Darkness, thereby situated a creak called Cirith Ungol, deep and cold. Dark and Foul. Where the Dagor Amareth was to flame up. The time had come. The World needed a new start. A start under the control of the Nazguls, the Lord of the Rings. The corruption the Men over the lands had caused from the end of the 4th age was unforgivable. It was now the 17th age, and it was time for a revolution. <BR><BR>It was just before dawn, there was a cold breeze which swept past through the Land of Shadows, it darkened the place with its brutal and unforgiving coldness. Today, there were no clouds. It was to be one of the most finest days since Sauron left. It was very much a rare thing to happen in the Land of Shadows. From Amon Hen, you could possibly see the whole of Middle-earth from this weather. And in the distance, Minas Tirith was shining like a jewel. Its White Tower had reached its peak, and it was shining all over the Southern Realm.<BR><BR>And from upper most floor of the Tower of the Rising Moon, Estarriol was also gazing at the Shining Tower of the Setting Sun, which was blazing brightly in the Rising sun. It was spectacular to see Minas Tirith, especially in this Eru-Given day. Estarriol always longed for that Tower, built with the Impenetrable pillars and pillars of stone, grand, and perfect. Even Glaurung would have had time burning the walls of this Magnificently vast Fortress. The Flags were high and proud, it waved with the cold morining wind. But they didn't know yet, that one day, the Proud Flags would soon be burnt and dishonored by the Mighty Army of the Dark Side. First Minas Ithil, Then Osigliath. Now One more Tower was stopping Estarriol and the Dark Side from reaching the sweet grass of Rohan.<BR><BR>He withdrew from the Great accursed window, He knew the time had come. There could not be a better day than this. He put on his Dark Armoured Cloak, and his Axe-Blade he assembled from Imladris. He remembered Captain Hamlet, fierce yet man-like. His fellow commanders where all stationed at Cirith Ungol. Everything was prepared, Hundreds and thousands of Orcs, Goblins, Balrogs, Mordorites were prepared to the limit and was ready to slaughter. They were awaiting signal from Dagorlad where they were stationed. <BR><BR>He went down the stairs, and opened the Great Gates of Minas Morgul. Searched for his White Horse, and left the Tower of Sorcery. He wanted to get fast as he could to Cirith Gorgor, he had much to do. His anticipation grew as the White Beast rode on like the wind of the East. He could feel Mount Doom's rumble. He could smell the Foul wind of Cirith Ungol. He could almost taste Victory.<BR><BR>He rode long, He approached Barad-dur. But he knew they were not there. They were all in Cirith Ungol. He trode on, It was still Dark in this part of Mordor. The creaks and valleys prevented the light of the Sun from lighting the ways up. For about 12 leagues he rode. And he finally got up the last hill.<BR><BR>He could see the Dark Tents, Pavillions with the Dark Banner here and there. Although he knew this was not the Army itself, it looked vast. A sudden rush of anxiousness raged through Estarriol as he pushed his horse further. The Last Hill was climbed. He gazed down, and from a distance, a Rider was approaching him, he looked Warrior-Like. The distance between them grew short, and it came.<BR><BR>Estarriol unhooded himself, and prepared to greet this Dark Battle Lord........<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Lord V.<BR>(Tirithians, Please prepare your stories!)
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Postby IsildursHeir » Fri Jul 13, 2001 1:44 am

A host of riders 1000 strong was returning to Gondor. They were returning from Rohan, where they had attended the wedding celebration of the King's daughter. The were led by Aramor, son of the King of Gondor. He was a striking figure sitting upon his gallant steed. He wore a suit of armour with a single silver rose engraved upon his breast plate. Riding next to him was his friend Aidan the Blue, a wizard of great power. The two made an odd pair. But they had been friends since Prince Aramor was a youth, when the wizard had rescued him from a pack of Wargs. But that is another story for another time perhaps. The riders were about two days liesurely ride from Gondor. They could be there in a day if needed. But these were times of peace, and there was no need for haste. Or so they thought.
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Postby IsildursHeir » Fri Jul 13, 2001 3:07 am

OOC - OK Lord V, where is everyone?
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Postby Vercelestarrioler » Fri Jul 13, 2001 3:22 am

<b>[O O C]</b><BR><BR>I'm not sure myself, It looks like its me and you!(Hope not!) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>....There should be about 6 from AMMM, I don't know about AML. (The others all on vacation) <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-crying.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Lord V.
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Postby Volcanus » Fri Jul 13, 2001 3:39 am

Well i'm here but i really do not want to fight a baatle right now!!
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Postby Erenduil » Fri Jul 13, 2001 6:44 am

For a long time Erenduil had journeyed throughout the forests of Ithilien, enjoying the trees and the night skies. In his time there he also kept a close watch on the road coming up from the south, that at one time Southerners had to used to send thereaid to Sauron. It was now not used except for on occasion by some wanderer or merchant.<BR><BR>It was night now, and at night Erenduil took time to look at the stars, for he loved their glory and beauty. However, he was unaware that on that night, Estarriol was preparing still, his plans of vengance; and so Erenduil, the lonely, was doomed to be placed directly in the center of the Dagor Erui Amareth, and a shadow wa cast by Estarriol upon Erenduil's heart. But Erenduil was the bearer of the Brilliant Star Ring of Vision and these two forces, the one of darkness and the one of brilliance fought inside him...
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Postby Canamarth » Fri Jul 13, 2001 7:22 am

Canamarth woke and looked out of the window. It was a wonderful morning and a smile spread on her face. But it vanished when she remembered what day it was. The fighting would start soon. She needed to get dressed and out of this inn. Or she would be trapped between the armies. <BR>She put on her black leather suit and fastened all her weapons, then put on a white cloak with a strange red rune on it, so that she would be seen and recognized from afar.<BR>She grabbed her bag which was full of herbs and went downstairs into the common room. The only one awake was the innkeeper, a woman running this solitary inn all on her own. <BR>Canamarth went over to her and grabbed her arm. "You need to leave. Now." <BR>The woman looked at her as if she were mad. "Go to the North and take your family away from here. Something horrible is going to happen here." Canamarth sounded so sincere that the woman began to be afraid. <BR>"But, what is it? I can't just leave here. There's so much work to do today and..."<BR>"If you don't leave now, you'll never do any work again."<BR>With that Canamarth strode out of the door and into the stables where she put another bundle onto her horse. It was full of bandages. She spurred her horse and left the unfortunate inn without looking back. <BR>The innkeeper looked after her and began packing her stuff. An hour later she and her two children were on her way north.
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Postby Isengrim » Fri Jul 13, 2001 10:06 am

Isengrim was staying in a small hobbit hole in Minas Tirith, and felt that great things were occuring, so he enlisted in the spying ranks of the king and steward. Taking a map, compass and the small survival wallet issued to the soldiers, he headed towards the armory. Dagger, sling, bow, and his own club. The poor hobbit then set out on his pony toward mordor. <BR><BR>(OOC: Survival wallet is in UT)
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Postby IsildursHeir » Fri Jul 13, 2001 11:56 am

After a good nights rest Aramor awoke ready to face the last day of riding before he would be home again. He looked forward to seeing his father, the King. He had news from Rohan. He had succesfully reaffirmed their alliance with Rohan. Aramor was unsure why the King was so interested in this. There had been peace for so long that alliances seemed only a silly formality. However, his father and the King of Rohan were both eager to ensure that the other would help in times of war. Aramor was also eager to see his homeland. It had been almost a month since he was last there. He figured that they would be in Gondor before the setting of the sun. The Prince rode his horse up to Aidan. "How are you on this fine day my friend?" The wizard responded "I am well. But I sense something ill on the wind today. Something that I have not felt in many ages of men. I just hope I am wrong." Aramor asked "What is it?" Aidan replied grimly "War." <BR>
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Postby skrewball » Fri Jul 13, 2001 9:54 pm

even as estarriol rode toeards the camp of the forces of darkness, skrewball rode out to meet him. long had it been since he had fought a real war. minor skirmishes had been there, but nothing so great as this for many an age. he looked forward to this, what may well be his last war.
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Postby meneltarma » Sat Jul 14, 2001 5:50 am

With the hosts of Gondor rode a woman,one of the fell group known as the knights of Gondor.Her sword glittered in the sunlight,for it was wrought in Valinor,Valiril,it was called.Her polished silver shield had on it a black lily.She was Melistar,and one of the most dreaded warriors known.When she heard the word "war" she rode over to Aramor and Aidan.<BR>"I am ready,sire" she said. "when is the war to be?"
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Postby Vercelestarrioler » Sat Jul 14, 2001 5:55 am

It was skrewball, One of the Battle-Lords. He had much reputation in the distant lands, He was indeed to be a good asset to the Dark Side. <BR><BR>"Greetings skrewball!, It is in great commotion to see your Great presense here, I do hope that your Battalions and the Regiments are ready!, They should be stationed in Dagorlad, who's currently positioned there?, I guess its one of the Mordor Generals."<BR><BR>They galloped down the way, to patrol and to check around the tents, There did not seem to be a single flaw in any of the equipments. It looked all organised and in position for battle. He had not seen the actuall, Army. and he needed to. The Moral was a very important thing in a big raid like this.<BR><BR>"Skrewball, Are the provisions coming in from the Southern Slaves?"<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Lord V.
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Postby Canamarth » Sat Jul 14, 2001 6:10 am

Canamarth reined her horse. That hill was just ideal. She dismounted and led her steed up. There she unpacked her things and settled down. She had a good view to both east and west from here. The only thing for her to do now was wait.
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Postby Isengrim » Sat Jul 14, 2001 7:47 am

Isengrim is wandering through North Ithilien, making snares as he goes. If only he could stay in the forests, and not go out onto the Dagorlad. If only one orc band was delayed, it could help. If it angered the rest, even better! Well, little did Isen know that the battle could take place somewhere else.
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Postby IsildursHeir » Sat Jul 14, 2001 12:52 pm

Aramor looked up at Melistar, but it was Aidan who replied. "I am not sure fair lady, exactly when it will begin. But I fear that before too long we will be engulfed in a battle to rival all battles that have come before. Soon your sword will again be drenched in the foul blood of our enemies." Aramor then spoke. "Then I suggest that we hasten our pace for home." With that said he whispered to his horse softly. The great steed reared up on his hind legs and neighed loudly. This got the attention of the whole company, who suddenly fell silent. Their Prince spoke "We must hasten our pace for home. The wind bears ill tidings. War is brewing." The word war send chills through the crowd. But no one flinched. They would fight to the death for King and Country if necessary. "Men of Gondor, mount up. We fight today, so that we may live tomorrow. Are you with me?" The whole host shouted in reply, raising their swords. Aramor was pleased, he knew he had a formible force with him, and he never doubted their courage. It was just good to hear that their response was so enthusiastic. They would indeed be a force to be reckoned with in the upcoming war. Amidst the shouting of his troops Aramor asked Aidan to find his young cousin. He soon reappaered with Aramor's brother's son Anoras. "My nephew, I need you to take two men with you and ride back to Rohan." Anoras began to protest but the Prince stopped him. "I know you wish to join the battle, but thier may not be much of a battle if we do not get assistance from our friends in Rohan. Tell the King we will need as large a force as he can spare. Because if we fall, then Rohan will be next." Anoras then spoke. "My Lord, I will ride like the wind, so that I may soon be reunited with you on the field of battle." Anoras then rode off taking with him two of his friends. With that Aramor whispered to his horse again. The horse at first trotted, and then began to run. On Aramor's right was Aidan. On his left was Melistar. Behind them rode the best troops that Gondor had ever known. Soon they would be home. They just hoped that their home would be there when they arrived.
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Postby Ithilien » Sat Jul 14, 2001 1:10 pm

(ooc- I´m just making a quick read over so don´t expect any participation until tomorrow!! I´ll be back!! <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Draugluin » Sat Jul 14, 2001 2:45 pm

Just then, a young Hobbit-Hunter, new to battle, galloped up. Estarriol shaded his eyes from the sun and recognised the newcomer as Draugluin. "Sire", she said, evidently out of breath, "I've just come from a scouting expedition to Ithilien, and we seem to have come across evidence of a small camp set up. Also, various snares and traps have been erected along the route the main warband from Mordor shall be taking. What are your orders?" The young and pretty Hobbit-Hunter seemed to be very capable and eager to prove to her lord that although a novice, she would not fail him. She waited for his response.
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Postby Isengrim » Sat Jul 14, 2001 5:13 pm

Isengrim, done in the forest, starts work on a raft to head down the river Anduin. It will get him to friendly lands, but only after passing the enemy.
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Postby Erenduil » Sat Jul 14, 2001 5:47 pm

After the battle of darkness and light that had occurred in Erenduil's heart, he sat weary and troubled at the thought of yet another battle. The light had shown through and overcome the shadow that had fallen on him, but there still was much to be done. Others farther off had also felt it by now. Erenduil stood up slowly and took thought to the darkness, and he decided it best to head to Minas Tirith and find what tidings he could there. And so Erenduil strode into the night and the darkness, guiding himself through the woods of Ithilien using his ring to grant himself better vision in the dpth of the surrounding darkness of the trees...
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Postby IsildursHeir » Sun Jul 15, 2001 2:14 am

Anoras and his two companions rode for Rohan. He was at first upset that he had been sent away from the impending battle as an errand boy. But he soon came to realize the importance of his mission. He knew that if he was succesful in bringing the aid of Rohan to the battle, that men would sing his praise for ages to come. But if he failed there might not be any men left to sing. With this thought he kicked his horse, asking him for just a little more speed. Daylight was fading, and he wanted to cover as much ground as possible before resting for the night.
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Postby Denethor » Sun Jul 15, 2001 3:30 am

(OOC - I will post in this thread tomorrow. I apologise for the delay.)
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Postby Canamarth » Sun Jul 15, 2001 9:23 am

Canamarth felt more than saw the movements of individuals in her surroundings. Scouts and messengers most likely. Noone had spotted her yet for she had taken off her bright cloak and not made a fire. But the time was drawing nigh. She piled up some wood and fetched a lot of water from a nearby brook.
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Postby Vercelestarrioler » Sun Jul 15, 2001 12:33 pm

<b>[O O C]</b><BR><BR>Same goes for me. <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Lord V.
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Postby IsildursHeir » Sun Jul 15, 2001 9:26 pm

Anoras and his small troop decided that it was time to rest. They had covered nearly half of the 250 miles of their journey. Hopefully they would finish the journey tomorrow evening. Then a day of rest before the return journey, which would be about 350 miles. They made a small camp under a large tree. Anoras longed for a fire, but decided against it. There was no need to attract any unwanted eyes.
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Postby Denethor » Mon Jul 16, 2001 3:40 am

Denethor watched the late afternoon Ithilien sunset from the window of his tower in Emyn Arnen. He had an uncomfortable feeling that something was not quite right. For centuries the Stewards of Gondor had dwelt in Emyn Armen, in fact ever since King Elessar had granted Faramir, the last Ruling Steward the title of Prince of Ithilien. Although the days when the Stewards had ruled Gondor had long since become ancient history, the Steward's line had never failed and indeed remained second only to the royal family in the hierachy of Gondor. Denethor was the current holder of the Stewardship and bore many similarities (or so rumour said) to his namesake - the famous and controversial Steward who had been Faramir's father and who had been Steward during the War of the Ring. Certainly Denethor was similar to his ancestor in that he possessed an uncanny knowledge of distant events. His uneasiness was therefore taken as a grave sign by those who observed him. Denethor backed slowly away from the window, keeping his eyes fixed on the distant tall towers of Minas Tirith which were still clearly visible in the light of the setting sun. He mumbled to himself "Will Pellennor Fields once again see a battle fought upon it?". Snatching a piece of parchment from a nearby table he scribbled down a quick message and handed it to a waiting messenger. "Take this to the King" he ordered.
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Postby Isengrim » Mon Jul 16, 2001 10:45 am

Isengrim looked out from under his tarp on the raft, and saw an orc! It was looking out across the river, with an expression as near to glee as an orc can have. Isengrim withdrew his bow and was ready for a shot when the orc toppled into the water! Another orc had pushed him in, and now seemed to be ordering others around. No time for a shot Isengrim thought, and besides, it would give me away. <BR><BR>Once past, the little hobbit stood up and saw a great company of Mordor's minions! How could he report this to his superiors? If only Gondor's army could push all of them into Anduin!
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Postby hamlet » Mon Jul 16, 2001 1:24 pm

(OOC- Lord V, I will eventually be here, but must sort a few things out. After all, my sword was shattered and all of my armies lost at Imladris so if I do show up, it will be in an unexpected capacity.)
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Postby IsildursHeir » Tue Jul 17, 2001 9:33 am

Anoras and his companions woke to the early light of dawn. They barely spoke. They knew they had over 100 miles to cover before the end of the day. He was anxious to get to Rohan. They mounted thier horses and began the day's ride.
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Postby Erenduil » Tue Jul 17, 2001 11:34 am

Still feeling the heaviness of the shadow that was laid upon him, Erenduil decided now to head to Emyn Arnen being the first and closest of the Gondor defences. It was to be more than a day's walk from where he now stood in Ithilien, but it was needed.<BR><BR>After eight hours Erenduil stopped by a pool to fetch himself a drink for his mouth had wont of the fresh cool water of Ithilien. When he stooped to cup some into his hands he realized that by some devilry the water had been made foul and at that he stood straight up and dashed into the woods once more.<BR><BR>Now he had nearly reached Emyn Arnen when he witnessed a strange sight. Through the trees, quite a ways off he saw what appeared to be the shadow of orc scouts. This came as a shock and he quickly continued his course into Emyn Arnen. There he demanded to see the Steward, Lord Denethor...
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Postby Vercelestarrioler » Tue Jul 17, 2001 1:04 pm

As Estarriol and skrewball scouted along the Tents, He saw a fair young maiden approaching them, She was clad in white, and had a strange rune in red. She immediately greeted him, and asked what was to be done.<BR><BR>"Well, First we need the Orcs to be stationed in Osgiliath, Then we here, shall move, to Minas Morgul to refuel, and we shall all be stationed in The Pelennor Fields once again."<BR><BR>"But I do need a messenger to be sent to Dagorlad. Its quite impossible to send anything important like this by sending a private. May be Gorviel will help, skrewball, Have you heard of this Lieutenant yet?"<BR><BR>"Not yet V." replied Skrewball.<BR><BR>"Well, He is as much a Battler as you are, He has much reputation from the Haradrim. A Great fighter. I would personally love of he came along."<BR><BR>And With that, they talked with Canamarth, who claimed herself to be a Nurse in the battle; and was capable of defending herself quite well. Just then, A scout reported in.<BR><BR>"My Lord, There is a message from the Ungol Seekers up in the Creeks, that Gorviel and his Haradrim men are approaching."<BR><BR>"Excellent!, when will they be here?"<BR><BR>"Well, This was a message delivered from one of the Foul Carrions, so they would be about an Hour away."<BR><BR>"Good, Good. be gone!, I will have much for you later!"<BR><BR>The Whole thing was going smoothly. Estarriol's idea was to attack Minas Tirith with no hassle at all, He wanted no siege if possible. Sieges had always made him struggle. Direct attack upfront was effective. The day had already been growing old, and the Dark Stars were beginning to show. <BR><BR>It was his time to look in to Galadriels Mirror. This precious gift was given to him by his fellow lieutenants who burned and looted all of Lothlorien after Galadriel and Celeborn left, It was indeed a useful thing for him now. The palantir he kept had already corrupted him, and he needed it no more.<BR><BR>He went to his tent, and sat down to take a glance. Its black murkyness unveiled and showed his priority: Dagorlad, It was absolutely vast, the Dead Faces were nowhere to be seen, the Marshes were all covered with Orcs. Most of them were sleeping. But then, The screen turned towards the River side, and it showed a little creature. According to Estarriol's knowledge, this was either a dwarf or a Hobbit. This was ill things; spys, and especially small creatures, Maybe this could be a problem. The screen then turned towards a different place, A Rider with his few followers were riding in the dark, they were in desperate hurry, It was too dark to recognize their identity, but it was enough for Estarriol to step down.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>Lord V.
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