The story of the Unification Wars

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Postby Belegûr » Wed Jul 18, 2001 11:39 am

It is the thirty-fifth year of the fourth age, and Far Harad is in chaos. Recent events in the lands to the north has raised the temperature to boiling level, and virtually all of the countless city states and petty realms are at war. This is a time of brave and desperate deeds, a time where the deeds of a single human can decide the fate of nations. It is also a time of new hope for the scattered remnants of the Black Númenoreans who are ceaselessly seeking vengeance on their kin, the Dúnedain of the Reunited Kingdom.<BR><BR>The last century of the Third Age was a prosperous time for the lands of Harad. A powerful group of Númanroeans had united all of Near Harad under their strict but just rule in TA 2950. Far Harad was still divided in a myriad of small states, but was for the most part peaceful. Sauron's return to Mordor, however, heralded doom to come, though it would not show for many years yet. The peoples of Harad, always easily moved, were gradually stirred into renewed hatred of Gondor and the West. In this, the Númenorean lords of Near Harad were instrumental, thinking that the hour of their revenge had come at last. Despite the lack of any such unification, preparations of war were made also in Far Harad, where many of the realms were ruled by Númenorean families as well. As the third milennium of the Age was drawing to an end, a trickling of soldiers that steadily grew to a river marched towards Mordor to assist in the war that was to come.<BR><BR>It has been told elsewhere how the War of the Ring ended in a disastrous defeat for the Haradrim and their allies. Of course, this tragedy caused enormous upheaval in the political life as well. Many of the ruling Black Númenoreans had perished in the war, and now the remnant found the wrath of the people turned against them. All over Harad there were uprisings and civil wars, and when the dust settled, not single Númenorean lord remained in power. Most of the survivors fled to the ancient but long-deserted Númenoréan colony of Pharazâin on the coasts of the Great Sea, where they established small communities, waiting for their time to come again.<BR><BR>The first decennies of the Fourth Age also saw the dúnadan conquest of Near Harad. A series of exeptionally successful military campaigns made King Elessar lord of the area by FO 25. The Gondorians never gained any real control over the nations of Far Harad, though, and many of the former leaders in the conquered areas fled tither, further upsetting a political balance already fragile after the downfall of the Númenorean lords.<BR><BR>Soon, greatly helped and exaggerated by the exiled nobles, rumours of Gondorian cruelty and racist rule in the conquered territories weree spreading throughout the nations. A wave of hatred agaisnt the invaders swept the land, and soon there was talk about the need of a unified war effort to throw them out. Of course, there was never any agreement about how the unification should be brought about, and soon nearly all the leaders of the more powerful nation took upon themselves the role of the great Unifier and Liberator who was to throw the enemy out. They would unify the nations, and use force if need be. <BR><BR>Thus started the Unification Wars, and as none of the realms were even nearly powerful enough to conquer all the others, they became bloody and long. Alliances were made and broken and borders changed daily. The lands were in chaos. Before long, mercenaries were in high demand, and most wanted of all were the powerful Men of Númenor. And the Númenoreans returned from their exile, seeking nothing but to have their revenge and rule again in the lands of Harad.<BR><BR>This, then, is the story of the Unification Wars. Enter at your own risk <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>.<BR><BR><BR><BR><BR>OOC: This is a story about Far Harad, an area only briefly mentioned in LotR. I will leave it to you to create lords, kingdoms and geography as you see fit (but please don't contradict each other <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0> All the realms are rather small, though. <BR><BR>I will be playing Akhôrahil, the character I play in "The Gathering Storm", as this is very much a story about his background. I have plans for him, of course, but I will not force the course of the rest of the story in any particuar direction. It os all up to you, if you are interested.<BR><BR>Three rules, though:<BR>1) Gondor will not be involved in this story in any major way. They are busy ordering thing in Near Harad, and will not venutre into this hornet's nest at the moment.<BR><BR>2) No Dark Lords or stuff like that. This is only 40 years after the War of the Ring, and the evil creatures of the world are still licking their wounds. They can appear, but will not play any <i>major</i> part.<BR><BR>3) No major events from other Pony threads set in the early Fourth Age are considered to have happened. This is just to avoid confusion.<BR><BR><BR>Other than this, just follow normal good Pony behaviour <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Hope someone will be interested in joining...
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Postby FoulOleRon_No2 » Wed Jul 18, 2001 12:02 pm

I'm interested. Would you mind if i joined?
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Postby Belegûr » Wed Jul 18, 2001 12:18 pm

I would love it if you did...
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Postby FoulOleRon_No2 » Wed Jul 18, 2001 12:19 pm

<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0> cheers. So i take it that I can't be a dwarf. What do I do now? Make up details about my kingdom and so on?
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Postby anya_Skywalker » Wed Jul 18, 2001 12:20 pm

Great one, Bel!<BR>Mind if I lurk? <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Belegûr » Wed Jul 18, 2001 12:23 pm

Please post non-RP posts in the OOC thread...<BR><BR>Foul: there are certainly some mountains where you can create a dwarf-realm. Or make a mercenary Dwarf in a human Kingdom. Do whatever you please <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><BR><BR>Anya: No. You are going to participate <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>
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Postby FoulOleRon_No2 » Wed Jul 18, 2001 3:50 pm

Deep in thought was Erebos. Who could he trust? Who must he fight? What did they fight for? The land was in turmoil, well it had always been so. or that is how it seems... He needed allies. Who he could trust with his life. But now was the time for reflection, to think on his plans. For think he must, yes...
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Postby skrewball » Thu Jul 19, 2001 4:03 am

sorry, i couldn't find the ooc thing. musta missed it. can i join??
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Postby Belegûr » Thu Jul 19, 2001 4:55 am

'course you can. The OOC thread is here in the Pony... <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-tongue.gif"border=0>
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Postby Xatia » Thu Jul 19, 2001 5:34 am

Sarakha sat in her chambers, below the Window of the Star that was aligned by the Black Numenorean family that built this Hall to face back towards the West and the lands from which they came. But she thought little of these matters, and pondered not at all upon those times past. Rather, her mind was focused on the present and the course she should take to guide her people.<BR><BR>Sarakha had come into power amongst these people, largely her own kin, when the powerful leaders of old lead their forces northward to assail the hated Gondorians at the bidding of their Lord. As the sister of the Queen she was offered to ride with them (for the women of that people were counted as war-like and fierce as the men, and trained in arms to be their equals) But she wished to remain apart from the wars, and so was left as regent to the small nation of Karod. And then the news came that the King was dead, and the Queen also, and all the knights of that household. Few indeed were the remnants of the army that returned bearing tales of the splendour and wrath of Gondor.<BR><BR>And now the Kingdoms of the North were being subdued and falling one by one, it was apparent that she would have to look to the defense of Karod. But where could she turn? Should her people simply fortify themselves in the small land beneath the rivers, or should they ally with any of the other kingdoms nearby, to present a more solid front in case of attacks?<BR><BR>Sarakha brooded long and solitary, and her maids feared to disturb her other than to bring her food. And in the silence of the night she arose and called to her the council of the realm, to lay the problem before them and seek a solution, if one was to be found.
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Postby FoulOleRon_No2 » Thu Jul 19, 2001 10:10 am

He looked at the long mountain ranges that spread southwards, then at his mountain, Ankh. He wondered what was happening in them all, soon he would find out... Casting his gaze along his realm he saw it for what it was. An ugly place, yes ugly but defendable. Easily defended. His realm was the huge mountain Ankh and the rock area which surounded most of it, this rocky landscape was called Morpork. So the eldars has called the realm Ankh-Morpork, not a very attractive name so it fit quite well.He saw the smoke in his land, he felt the anger, He felt the need for vengance....yes...soon it would be the time fore vengance. but now he had matters to attend to.<BR><b>What is our status?</b> Probed Erebos<BR><b>Well, sire, our defences will now be completed in less than a week. but these are only the primary defences. The great wall is all but finished. The towers will take another month. this is the best we can do. The runners have been sent out to the Dwarfs holds in the mountain range. </b> answered one of his generals.<BR><b>Our defences must be ready this month, for the butchers are coming everyday they gain more ground. If they come to us they will crush us, but if we unite withour people... For this reason I have issued a call to arms to all the dwarfs in the Nef region. And what do you say to an alliance with Karod? They have proved loyal in the past... I will think on it. Firstly, our food must now be stockpiled and the food rationed. All citizens must help the war effort. That will be all for now, put out constant patrols around the outlands. </b>
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Postby Belegûr » Thu Jul 19, 2001 10:13 am

Spurring his horse forward, Akhôrahil left the small settlement. His family had been forced to flee Umbar after his father's death in the War of the Ring, and his home in those years had been this small community on the coasts of the Great Sea. He had not been idle. At 10, he had vowed vengeance against the dúnedain who had killed his father, and he had been training in arms and studying what the fools in the Reunited Kingdom called the Forbidden Arts since then. His faimly was descended from the Kings of Anadûne themselves, and the sorcerous arts had always been pratcised. One of his distant ancestrors, whom he was named after, had even recieved a Ring of Power from the Lord of Barad-dûr himself, and had learned much powerful magic, passing it on to his son, before he disappeared, later to reappear as one of the dreaded Nazgûl. This knowledge had been preserved among those with an affinity for magic in the family through the centuries...<BR><BR>Now, at 43, Akhôrahil was a man grown to his full stature. Tall and strong even for a Númenorean, his presence was enough to awe most of the Men of Endor. He had traveled much in search of secrets of power and knowledge, and he knew that none of his kinsmen came even close to maching him in prowess or skill in the Black Arts. So when he hear the news of the wars in Harad, he decided to travel there. Soon the Haradrim would learn to respect the Kings of Men again... <BR><BR>Clad in armor forged in Númenor long ago, and bearing Agathûkhil, the shadow-storm, a sword infused with the power of Westernesse, he now rode forth on his black warhorse. His first act would be to find some lord to aid in the wars...
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Postby Xatia » Thu Jul 19, 2001 10:21 am

The high council of Karod assembled in their Council Chamber, around the wide table there. Like the rest of the palace it was on a grandiose scale, for the Ruling Family of old desired splendour and Karod was a rich country possessed of many ores, especially gold, lying beneath the mountains to the south of the land.<BR><BR>The Council consisted of four members, who each spoke in turn and then discussed freely the issue Sarakha laid before them, although she had the final say, and she respected their varied wisdom.<BR><BR>“My Lords and Ladies” she began “you all know of the peril this realm of ours lies in. The wars in the North have taken our Royal Family of old. The Gondorians are driving down through North Harad, subjugating many wide lands far more powerful than we. We have still the bulk of our army, but we have lost many of the finest of our troops and the <i>mumakil</i> also suffered heavy losses. Now we must choose whether to fortify this land of ours or to appeal to other nations for help. I know there has been talk of a war of vengeance in the North, or even a pre-emptive strike to defend ourselves, but we alone are too weak for this. My mind is full of doubt and confusion; thus I lay the issue before you and ask for your honoured opinions.”<BR><BR>Darand, First Speaker, considered briefly before rising to answer.<BR>“My Honoured Ladies, and Gentle Lords, I believe that the chief issue here is that of our leadership. Now we no longer follow the proud Numenoreans, we must look to our own Sarakha for guidance. This is well, but given this we must decide whether to ally ourselves with those who live around us, or whether to hold ourselves apart. We are in a good defensive position here and must take full advantage of that. Whatever course we decide upon I advise that we fortify ourselves against all threats, North and South, for our neighbours are not wholly friendly and nor do I trust them all.”<BR><BR>Kheralha, Second Speaker, rose immediately Darand had finished.<BR>“I speak for the people of the West Province. We have some skill with ships and ship-building. I advise now that Sarakha look to us to send emissaries to the surrounding kingdoms and discover more of their intent. Especially we need to strengthen our ties with the Dwarves of Ankh – and hope they have not forgotten our long peacetime friendship, though we have never in war been tested”<BR><BR>Samora, Third Speaker, was more slow in the forming of her counsel, as was her habit.<BR>“I think we should not look to the North in fear, my Lords and Ladies, for is it likely that they should come this far out of their own realms? Mayhap they will be content with North Harad only and leave us in peace. But we must look to the realms around us, for a wealth of enemies could we find there. I counsel the preparation of safe havens in the mountains, and also of defences, but no outward move to kindle war whilst peace hangs by a thread.”<BR><BR>Garkhul, Fourth Speaker, took his time also for his thought.<BR>“Peace we surely desire in this land! We are rich, though small, and could afford to hire soldiers and make war, but to what purpose? For surely we would only achieve destruction on our own part, and our riches would be scattered to the winds. Therefore my advice is to seek peace in all our dealings. If we do not prepare for war, then mayhap it will not follow us”<BR><BR>Sarakha considered all these words well, and then left the Chamber in silence. The next day it was discovered that she had indeed sent emissaries by river down to the Dwarves and also to Ghuro, the large but sparsely populated kingdom to the East. She also ordered that all strangers on the road be apprehended and questioned, and the defences of Karod be somewhat strengthened.
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Postby Belegûr » Fri Jul 20, 2001 6:42 am

Akhôrhail crossed the mountains without incident, and so came into the northwestern parts of Far Harad from Pharazâin. There he made for the city of Modrobe, where he expcected to find matters in a favourable position.
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Postby FoulOleRon_No2 » Fri Jul 20, 2001 6:54 am

At dawn Erebos was awakend with the news. Karod emissaries had arrived and requested a meeting. <b>Bring them too me.</b> said a sleepy Erebos, within minutes they had arrived, looking rather weary.<BR><BR>They found him sitting at the top of the Council table. He motioned them to sit, they were brought food and drink, and then he spoke. His voice was not as gruff as most of his peoples, as he had traveled far and learn speach of many people.<BR><BR><b>Welcome, my friends. I, as you may know, am Erebos Ruler of the people of Ankh-morpork. Your people are always welcomed here, but in these times we must be more wary and this is why you may not have been welcomed with open arms. But please, I trust you have news to tell me. Let us speak openly and without fear</b>
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Postby Xatia » Fri Jul 20, 2001 7:17 am

(ooc: I hope it's ok to play my emissaries as well<img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR><BR>Kuril knelt before Erebos and said:<BR><BR>"Your welcome, my lord, was none other than we expected, for truly the lands that we live in here are troubled. Indeed, you were perhaps more gracious than we at first thought would be the case. I have been charged by Queen Sarakha to deliver this message to you"<BR><BR>With that Kuril delivered a roll of parchment to Erebos, and stood aside respectfully whilst he read:<BR><BR><i>"To Erebos, honoured Ruler of Ankh-Morpork and longtime friend of the people of Karod, from Sarakha, Queen and Guider of the people of Karod. Greetings.<BR><BR>I am sure you are aware of the peril of war that is even now stirring in our lands. We of Karod wish to hold ourselves apart from these wars and look only to our own defense, but as a small nation we must also take heed of our neighbours. In token of the long peacetime trade and friendship between our peoples we wish to conclude a treaty that will ensure the continuation of that friendship, so that we need not fortify our Southern border, nor you your Northern one, and also that trade might continue to the profit of both our countries. In token of this peace my messenger bears a gift, a Red Jewel of fine make that belonged to our former rulers, and was brought hence by them many years back. Whatever action you may take, I beg you at least to accept the Jewel as a free gift and sign of our goodwill."</i><BR><BR>Kuril removed a small pouch that had been hanging on his belt and took from it the Red Jewel in its golden case, handing it to Erebos.
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Postby FoulOleRon_No2 » Fri Jul 20, 2001 9:46 am

Foul took the gift and sat, silent and still, for many minutes. Slowly he stood up and walked to the balcony, facing out of the mountain. <b>Yes. I accept this treaty, I welcome it. May this herald a new time of peace between our nations. The gift will be returned for it is not mine and I do not deserve it, let it return to it's makers. The defences facing your borders will be abandoned. Trading should continue, we dwarfs have some substances which you may find of interest. But i would request a meeting with your Queen, where ever she wishes, to discuss the finer details of the alliance and our strategy.</b>
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Postby Lord_Asriel » Sun Jul 22, 2001 9:44 am

Belegur: Even though I might have ruined things alittle in our character friendship I would like to know if i could join. As the Realm of the Rings.<BR><BR>(OOC- PLEASE LET ME JOIN THIS SOUNDS LIKE FUN)
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Postby Lord_Asriel » Sun Jul 22, 2001 1:21 pm

<b><i><u> The Kingdom of the Rings (Frandion) </b></i></u><BR><BR><b>The Kingdom (Outside the Walls)</b><BR><BR>Its a small place to the west of Mordor, about 2000 acres. The entire kingdom is mainly made up of it's capital and a few settlements here and there. There is a huge castle in the center of the entire 2000 acres. The castle is made up of a thick wall of white-washed stone and marble. Four marble watch towers with 14 archers, in tower lay on the corner of the wall. Since the wall is thick, archers can walk on them, like a sidewalk. The top of the walls have marble stone ( looking like this: |-|-|-|-|) leaving room for the archers to fire and hide on in-case of an attack. Along the walls and about 6 regiments of swordmen and pikemen a-waiting any enemy. Also along the wall are 4 gates, North, South, East and West. They are open from dawn till dusk. The archers and swordsmen stay up all night. If you happen to come to the castle to early or too late there's a small tent housing outside the east and west gate for the people who are early or late. Inside the outer wall is an inner wall made up of wood this stop's all animals from entering through the out gates. The inner gates have watchmen who keep the gates closed all day untill they let someone in. When the outer gates close the watchmen of the inner gates go home. <BR><BR><b>The Kingdom (Inside the Walls)</b><BR><BR>The Inner Kingdom is split into 4 parts:<BR><BR><i> Industrial </i><BR><BR>As you enter the North gate ( closest to Rohan) you enter the Industrail sector. The industrial sector of the kingdom is where all the items are made and shipped out to mainly Gondor and to Rhovanion. The main item in the Frandion kingdom are the magical rings. Other items include weapons, books/school supplies, armor, and clothing.<BR><BR><i> Commercail </i><BR><BR>As you enter the West Gate ( closest to Gondor)you enter the commercail sector. The commercail sector is where all item that are not shipped out are put in stores here. This is also Frandians come and buy their household products, made from here or other parts of middle earth.<BR><BR><i>Residential </i><BR><BR>As you enter the south gate you enter the residential sector of the kingdom. It is mainly self-explanatory. The Frandians live here. <BR><BR><i> Cemetery/ Religious grounds</i><BR><BR>As you enter from the East gate (Closest to Mordor) you are entering the Cemetery and Religious grounds. 99\% of all Frandians beleive of the Religion of the Elements. This Religion beleives that four gods;<BR>Bi: Son of Water, Yi Chou: Son of Fire, Jou Dowha: Son of Earth, and Gu Lowhan: Son of Air, Came down and created the middle earth. After a while they started to fight and out of there blood came the evil things of the middle earth.<BR><i>When I look around and see the state that our world is in, I try to imagine how it must have been in the days of antiquity, back when our world was being shaped and molded by the deeds of our ancestors. Sometimes I wonder, if they had known that it would turn out like this, if they would have bothered to get out of bed at all."</i>- Lord Asriel to the council of Frandion. <BR><BR><u><b> The Castle </b></u><BR><BR>At the center of the Kingdom lies the Castle it is where I (the king at the moment) live. It is heavaly gaurded. It is surrunded by a Great golden wall. The only gateway into the castle is from the south end.<BR><BR><b><u><i> The Settlements </b></i></u><BR><BR><b> The Gonder Settlement<b><BR><BR>The Gonder Settlement is the largest settlement of the Kingdom of Frandion. It is mostly a supply depot from all the shipping supplies form the Kingdom of Frandion. It has about 15-, 20 supply depots in the settlement and about 1000 house's.
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Postby Lord_Asriel » Sun Jul 22, 2001 6:19 pm

Asriel walked in front of the Council of Karod " People of Karod. We have long talked! I come from the distant land in search of peace. When I walk along my streets of Frandion, I hear people talk about how Karod is so great and how it's so nice and clean here. I must say I do envy you a points. But to more important thoughts about both our kingdoms." Asriel paused but continued again," I see troubled times in the middle-earth in the near future and even thought our great nations are greatly gaurded I could use someplace like Karod to help protect my kingdom and above all my people." Asriel reached into his pocket and sliped on a ring ," After 45 years of searching I have found this ring... The Ring of the Elements. I has the power too control the elements to a degree but It could be more useful if a Great Kingdom... such as Karod would help Frandion to unit the nations into a alligance like no other. I prepose The " KFA" <b> The Karod Frandion Ankh-Morpork</b> Alliance. Together we can make peace with the middle-earth once again."
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Postby Lord_Asriel » Mon Jul 23, 2001 2:37 pm

Bump!
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Postby Lord_Asriel » Wed Jul 25, 2001 4:22 pm

Is anyone else going to post here?<BR>
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Postby Belegûr » Thu Jul 26, 2001 12:37 am

Could you PLEASE hold those OOC posts in the OOC thread??? <img src="i/expressions/face-icon-small-mad.gif"border=0><BR><BR>I also left a message for you there.
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Postby Belegûr » Thu Jul 26, 2001 12:44 am

From a high balcony in the governmental palace, Lord Mazzic looked out over the city of Modrobe. It was a large city, the largest one in the inland regions of Far Harad. Situated as far up the river Belnen as it was possible to ferry goods, it was an important trade centre as well. Here, the trade routes from the realms in north and north-west met. Precious metals and gems from the north were ferried down the river, while silk, wool and other goods from the lands to the south and east were transported overland northwards.<BR><BR>Mazzic frowned. Or so it had been. The wars had raged over most of Far Harad for nearly five years now, and trade had slowed to a trickle. Modrobe was an independent city, and had this far remained neutral in the conflicts. But for how long? The city had no army of its own, and had to rely on mercenaries for it's defences However, mercenaries were expensive, and what had been the richest city in the westlands was now rapidly becoming bankrupt. And still Mazzic's colleagues in the city council refused to take a side in the war between the kingdoms of Tangerne and Dolomar to the north. A war that could decide the fate of the entire region. <BR><BR>Both nations were powerful realms, rich on mineral wealth in the mountains but yet with large areas of fertile land ideally suited for farming along the Belnen and it's tributaries. Both were populous and had a large standing army. And Modrobe was virtually on the border between them, situated as it was on the spot where the Mirduin, flowing south from the Yellow Mountains, joined the Belnen. The Mirduin had been the border between the kingdoms for centuries, and five years of war had done nothig to change that. That might not last long, however. With both kingdoms' resources starting to get strained, Mordobe was in a position to decide the outcome by allying with either side. And as both nations knew this very well, the danger that one of them might decide to remove this threat was growing greater every week. Mordobe must choose swiftly, or else be destroyed. But still the council wavered. That would soon change. <BR><BR>Mazzic had finally found the way to convince them. In great secret he had hired a company of men to perform a raid on the city's food storehouses by the river. He had arranged matters so that evidence would point cleanly to the Dolomari as the attackers. When the news spread, the decision to ally with Tangerne would soon follow. And then the war would be swiftly decided. Coming in from the balcony, Mazzic summoned one of his personal errand-riders. He smiled to himself; indeed everything was going as he planned. The rider arrived and bowed low before him. Mazzic bade him rise, and gave him a sealed letter. "This is to be delivered to king Calius of Tangerne personally", he told the rider. "Make all speed, for the future of your city could be decided by this message!". Bowing again, the courier walked out of the room. Smiling again, Mazzic sat back in a chair. Soon, he would be one of the most powerful men in all the nations...<BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR>Three days later, a tall stranger, cloaked in black, appeared before the gates of the royal palace of Taslea, the capital of Dolomar. "I must speak with the king", the stranger announced without any ceremony whatsoever. "I have important news for him" "What news?", one of the guards demanded suspiciously. The stranger pulled back his hood, and looked at each of the guards in turn with steel-grey eyes. "You do not need to know the nature of my news", he said in a soft voice. "I will explain it all to the king" Feeling a strange compulsion to obey, the guards let him in. "You can wait with us in the guard-room while I get someone to fetch the Chief Councillor", one of the guards said. And nodding his thanks, Akhôrahil entered the palace. In his hands he held a bloodied letter bearing the seal of Lord Mazzic of Modrobe.<BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Thu Jul 26, 2001 1:11 am

Deep in Far-Harad lay the Kingdom of <b>Cul-Cairn</b>. It was a dark land with dark warriors. It was one of the last lands to be touched by those of Numenor.<BR><BR>The Kingdom contained High Mountains, deserts, jungles and rain forests. Strange creatures roamed the land, from this land came the troll-men of the War of the Ring, although they breed slowly there numbers were on the increase. There were ape's and big cats and also the Great War <i>Mumakil</i>. Men were few but not too few, their hearts dark as are their souls. They were great and powerful warriors and yet proud and noble.<BR><BR>Men and women lived long and hard in these lands, no marriage was given, a husband or wife was taken by the strongest and that was that.<BR><BR>The west had never set foot in the hard land, yet to the war against the west she had sent many of her sons and daughters, only to have so little return.<BR><BR>The Mouth of Sauron had been here once, but now this man was dead or lost. He had taken the king’s wife and lay with her, in return he sent much wealth and great arms to the largish Kingdom deep in Far-Harad.<BR><BR><b>Wyoun</b> was the result of that uncanny union and now the Queens husband was dead and Wyoun was now of age. He was now king, in fact her had been ruling for sometime. Wyoun belonged to the order of the Blood Crows... the closest thing to resemble them in all of ME was The Rangers of the west... if you like they were indeed Dark Rangers... a very powerful and secret society.<BR><BR>Wyoun ruled his kingdom with an iron but fair fist. Personal gain was everything, but always the power and prosperity of the Kingdom came first.<BR><BR>Wyoun sat on his dark throne deep in one of his many castles. A few torches burned but little light was give off. Troll-men lurked in the shadows, as did an unknown amount of orc, the mountains and barren hills were littered with their maggot holes. Dark powerful Knight attended his throne and a few waiting women were at his feet. <BR><BR>His kingdom prospered.<BR><BR>The Captain of his border guards bowed before him. "Arise Urzahil, what news my friend."<BR><BR>Wyoun had the power of his fathers voice and the skill at arms of his lands greatest warriors, also a powerful sword was at his side, it's home had once been Numenor, it's name was Akula "The shark". Wyoun left and right hands were home to a ring each, on the left was the ring of the Blood Crows, it's power known to him alone. The right he had a ring, which was a gift to him from his father, The Mouth of Sauron, its power was in the voice of its owner. A brooch was on his inner shirt at all times, when a certain name was spoken the wearer's form would shimmer to make a harder target.<BR><BR>Urzahil stood up "war is breaking out My Lord, and in some kingdoms has begun, Queen Sarakha of Krod is in talks with the dwarves of Ankh-Morpork, her messengers are coming this way as well."<BR><BR>Wyoun was deep in thought none of these kingdoms were near to his and on there own they were no threat, in fact any Kingdom or any two kingdoms that stood against his would defeat his... But a few together would cause major problems... But Wyoun would not look for war... not yet; he had the wisdom and genius of his father.<BR><BR>"Double the border guard, take a squad of Mumakil with you and a small force of Troll-men. Do not engage in any form of combat, if attacked fall back to the teeth of "New Moranon" if Sarakha's envoys come escort them to me, the same honor must be shown to any envoy to our lands... that is all"<BR><BR>With that Urzahil was gone and Wyoun was again deep in thought.<BR>
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Postby anya_Skywalker » Fri Jul 27, 2001 6:59 am

Even in this time of war, there was an eerie sense of normality in the streets of Dolomar, and to the unobservant passer by the city would look as calm as it could ever be. <BR>As the sun started to show it’s first rays and the morning people started to come out though, that sense was lost for indeed the city was not calm nor normal, as it was in the middle of a war and, albeit unknown to most, their position had just gotten worse.<BR><BR>But there was a place where one could perfectly see that something was not right, no matter what time of the day it was. That was in the houses of healing, and the sight it had to show was not pretty to see.<BR>In any other time, the House as it was simply called by some, would offer a sight to be seen and appreciated with it’s 5 white buildings disposed in circle that englobed a well kept garden where most medicinal herbs could be found. The smaller building was used as a store house, and the two buildings next to it were the infirmaries, while the remaining two buildings were mainly used for smaller cases.<BR><BR>At the time unfortunately, the House was full with wounded from the war, and it’s resources were pretty scarce. Soon someone would have to go out of town and find more analgesic herbs, that were almost all used up, even combinations that the healers weren’t very sure of the results.<BR><BR>That was what Tenevóra was thinking of doing, while cutting the last remnants remains of the said herbs. Being still just an apprentice in spite of her 20 years of age, and one of the very few the center had right now, she would without doubt be asked to go with a small team to gather some native plants that grew in the mountains. Or at least, she really hoped she’d be asked to do it. She actually felt like she wasn’t doing anything to help the current situation, and that was something she intended on changing, ‘Even if I have to go outside all by myself!’.<BR><BR>Finishing her mental wanderings she picked up the herbs and left the little peace that the garden still had, in order to join the other that were busy trying to save the lives of those who tried to protect them... <BR><BR>************************************<BR><BR>In the meantime, Chief Healer and advisor Toranderil had a lot to worry about. On one hand he needed more supplies for his House, as well as more helpers and even more space, if the war was going to continue as it seemed. He knew very well that the resources left in the city were very few, and he had even overheard some mercenaries talking about preparing a raid to the nearby city of , and he was afraid that the idea could spread. <BR>Yet he understood the people’s desire, since he saw exactly what the war was taking them: Their loved ones, who died either in battle, or due to the lack of medication, or due to the lack of food. There were still the havens in some caverns high up in the mountains, but those would only be used as a last resort, and by then it would probably be too late.<BR><BR>Making his way to the Hall of meeting, in the palace, he couldn’t help to wonder what bad news awaited him, that were so urgent to call him this early.<BR>
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Postby the mouth of sauron » Mon Jul 30, 2001 6:54 pm

Wyoun stood on an open balcony and watched as some soldiers trained a few war Mumakil. A servant entered his wardroom. He had been expecting this man for some time.<BR><BR>Wyoun let the servant wait for some time. "What news have you?"<BR><BR>"Ah, my lord King, also is well with in your borders. The Blood Crow spies in Dolomar say that the kingdom is struggling and looking to other nations and kingdoms for aid. The same is also said of Modrobe, yet she has the natural wealth to buy all the help that she needs... Although we have had word that her crops are not doing so well, and that trade from the coastal nations is slowing and that pirates are on the increase." The servant stood there waiting to be dismissed.<BR><BR>"Good, all is good, what of Mazzic?" Wyoun inquired.<BR><BR>"My lord your Blood Crow there says that he is planing something, but that he does not yet know what it is... Um, my lord there is also so strange news of a powerful dark warrior moving about the lands, no one knows what he is doing, but any and all that have challenged him have died at his hands or never been seen again."<BR><BR>Wyoun turned away from the view of the training Mumakil. "Hmmm, tell my messenger to my fellow Blood Crows to keep an eye on him, but they are not to make any contact with him at all! when you have a name to put with this man, then come back and make a report... That is all!"<BR><BR>The servant bowed and left the wardroom, and Wyoun walked over to a great clay map of Harad and all the nations with in her... He moved some different pieces around the map; from an ivory box her removed a figure of a dark knight and placed in the middle of the map.<BR><BR>"Who are you my friend? Or are you my foe?" with that Wyoun went back to the balcony.<BR><BR><BR>
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Postby fpshimmer » Thu Aug 02, 2001 10:09 am

Lascia stood on the balcony of the highest tower in Amazôn, her tower. Tudnas Nin, she called it. The Guard of People. From here she could see the entire island, as well as anything else for miles around. She had a great view of Strandja, though she could only see the shore. Few in Amazôn, or anywhere else for that matter, knew just how precise her vision was. She could see for at least 20 miles, though after that things and people became blurry. That is why she spent so much time in her tower. And that is why she always seemed to know when an enemy was approaching. Yet, something strange had been happening in the land lately.<BR><BR>"Your majesty," Grath, her manservant, said, approaching her from the stairs that lead to the circular balcony. "You have been up here for so long. Would you like some food? Perhaps an apple, at least?"<BR><BR>"No," she replied forcefully. "Leave me be."<BR><BR>Grath did so without another word. He knew how foolish it could be to disobey the Queen of the Amazôns. <BR><BR>Queen Lascia was known as a woman who would do anything for her people and her land. She was small for an Amazôn, though few dared mention such a fact. For centuries, the small island of Amazôn had been run by Lascia's ancestors. Her mother had run it before her, and her mother before her, etc. Men were their pets, used for breeding purposes and to help in war. <BR><BR>Amazôn was a society known to few that was dominated and run by women. However, no Amazôn male ever complained. The Amazôn women were known for their beauty, as well as their extreme height and strength. As long as they were served faithfully by men, the men were treated with kindness, receiving special rewards when they pleased their mistresses well. <BR><BR>Lascia looked out over her land. Though it was small, she protected it with an iron hand. She knew war well, since she had been fighting in it from the age of 15. At 30, she looked not a year above 20, except for in her eyes. Her brown eyes bore a look of such fierceness and strength that could only have come from war. She was wise, far wiser than a woman of 30 should be. At 17, she had watched her mother die by the hand of her own sister, Lascia's aunt. In her fury, Lascia killed her aunt just moments after she watched her mother's death. Immediately after that, she took up her mother's sword, Zarazîra, and vowed to do all in her power to protect Amazôn. For 13 years, she had. Now trouble was brewing for her land, as well as several nations around it.<BR><BR>Queen Lascia stood for an hour more, contemplating the war that she had kept her people out of for the past five years. It looked as though they would not be able to hold back any longer. Her long black hair blew freely in the wind, the wind that she knew carried news of trouble.
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Postby tuile » Fri Aug 03, 2001 12:18 am

King Calius of the kingdom of Tangerne, impatiently spurred his horse, who needed no such spurring. Dressed in his shining armour and flowing dark blue cloak, the King looked back down the wooded path for the rest of his riding party and felt a faint amusement as they attempted to keep up with his dark grey mount. Sneering slightly, he faced ahead and with an almost detatched eye, observed his castle which was postitioned at the foot of an impressive mountain. Several of his advisors had been warning him of the need for unification with surrounding kingdoms as certain supplies were growing short and the rumors of invasions from the north. With the continuous flow of men, women, horses, and goods coming and going through the front gates to the towns and villages in the fields below, the castle gave Calius evey impression of a fortress well equipped and ready for anything. <BR> <BR>Calius reigned in his horse and waited for the others. Fiddling with the leather straps in his large hands, he decided his advisors were narrow-minded and frightened fools who could no more swing a sword than offer advice to a king. Calius yanked off his helmet and breathed deep the waning afternoon air. He had quite decided who he would demote from the position of advising to the king and regulating them to a servitude of wharehouse inventory when a sliver of doubt permeated his thoughts. The only capable perpretrator of such wavering in an otherwise immediatly decisive mind, was his wife. <BR> <BR>The queen's horse strode up to the king, calm and proud. Her mount, Calius noted irritably, was not blowing hard which meant the queen had hardly been stressed to keep pace with her husband. She fixed her cool grey eyes on the king's dark ones. He broke his gaze away and looked for the rest of the riders. They had been visiting the southern reaches of his realm and had found no outward signs of danger. There had only been a growing sense of restlessness among the peoples. He knew what his wife's thoughts were. She had voiced them once along the way. She wanted to fortify the watchpoints along the southern and eastern borders. He felt the strength would be far more useful around the castle and would only increase the sense of danger in the south and eastern peoples. Like forcing more alcohol on an already drunk man, he thought. <BR> <BR>He made a mental note that his wife was still watching him. He looked back at her calm, strong face and her long, brown hair. He had a fleeting thought that it was perhaps fortunate that she was his wife and not his enemy. Shoving that thought down were it belonged, he greeted his wife as more of their entourage arrived.<BR>
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Postby Belegûr » Fri Aug 03, 2001 12:36 am

Akhôrahil sat in his chair in a corner of the meeting hall, silently watching the council members entering. Clad all in back, with his dark hair falling almost to his shoulders, he nearly faded into the shadows, and none of the lords seemed to have taken any notice of him. Making sure, for the fifth time since he entered the room, that the white gem on his forehead was held in place by its thin silver band, he mentally prepared his self-introduction again. The gem was there mostly for appearances, and appearances would be important in convincing the assembled men that he was trustworthy. Of course the gem had other...virtues...as well, but he didn't think he would need them today. Still, it never hurt to be prepared.<BR><BR><BR>His meeting with the king the night before had gone very well. Well, that was, after he "convinced" the rather stubborn advisor who met him that the meeting was necessary. King Tanorev had in fact displayed less doubt and resentment than he would have expected towards a Númenorean, even here in Dolomar. After accepting that the message Akhôrahil gave him probably did really come from Lord Mazzic, he had simply stated that this was too great a matter for him decide in alone at that time, and promised Akhôrahil a chance to speak to the Council the next morning. And now here he was sitting in his high seat at the head of the council table, eyes alternately watching the Númenorean sitting motionlessly in a chair and the arriving Councillors. Yes, he was indeed a most interesting man, Akhôrahil decided. He could prove a valuable ally if his kingdom survived the coming attack. And that was what Akhôrahil was here to ensure<BR><BR><BR>A few more minutes, and it seemed like all the councillors had arrived. The king rose to his feet. <BR><BR>"My lords", he started. "I apology for calling you here at such a short notice. Recent events have, however, made it vital that we take action swiftly. The news we are gathered here to discuss are indeed of a nature that could decide the future of our nation". And without further ceremony, he launched into a brief account of Akhôrahil's arrival at the palace and the nature of his news. "We have now been at war with Tangerne for nearly five years, and our resources are badly drained. If Modrobe is indeed to ally with the enemy, we shall be very hard pressed to hold the line of the Mírduin against their forces. Indeed, we shall be hard pressed to survive", the king concluded grimly. "Because of this, I deemed the matter too important to dismiss, despite how it was brought to my attention", he added, glancing briefly at Akhôrahil, who still hadn't moved. "You will now hear this man's tale for yourselves. After that, we can decide what action to take".<BR><BR>As the king finished, everyone's eyes turned expectantly towards Akhôrahil. He read many different thoughts and emotions there, but no direct hostility. This was indeed going better that he had hoped. He didn't think the gem would be needed...not this time, anyway.<BR><BR><BR>Careful not to let any excitement show, Akhôrahil rose and moved to the head of the table, summoning all the regal demeanour of his lineage. He stood there silently for a few moments, letting the councillors see him clearly for the first time and gauging their reactions. <BR><BR>"Gentlemen", he began abruptly, noting their slight annoyance at the title with a certain satisfaction. "I know you have many questions about me. I am not prepared to answer all of them now, but I will tell you what you need to know at the moment: Who am I? Why am I here? And most importantly: can you trust me?. The last question I am afraid you will have to answer for yourselves. I will tell you the answers to the first two, and then leave you to decide on the third". He paused, wondering what effect his next words would have. "I am called Akhôrahil". There was a series of sounds of sharply inhaled breath before the councillors managed to stop them. Apparently they had at least some grasp of the history of Harad. Akhôrhail started worrying if this had been a good move... "I see my name still has a meaning in these lands, even in the new Age. Yes, I am indeed of the kin of the Storm King. But I have not come here to speak to you about my heritage. I do not wish to rule these lands ("Yet", he added mentally), nor is this part of an attempt to restore Númenorean supremacy; my people are few, and little power now remains to us. No...my motives are not like those of my kin of old." Akhôrahil paused, eyes staring into the distance. And when he spoke again, it seemed to the others that a tinge of sadness had crept into his voice. It was quickly suppressed, however, and he went on to tell them the story about how he had met Lord Mazzic's courier about a day's ride from Modrobe. Guessing correctly the nature of the man's errand he had taken the letter from him, desiring to learn more about the situation in the North, unfortunately killing the man in the process. Reading the contents of the letter, he had decided to go with all possible speed to warn Dolomar of the danger. "For Mazzic will certainly go ahead with his plan, and it is now too late to stop its results. And then, inevitably, Modrobe will ally with Tangerne and seek vengeance on you. But why do I tell you this? What interest have I in your survival? There are several reasons for this. My family has a score to settle with Tangerne from years ago. And Dolomar has been the only nation in these parts that has not completely shunned my people in the last decades. Though you may not be aware of it, that attitude has helped me in the past. And as I was travelling in these parts, seeking to offer my service to one of the realms, this chance to pay you back for your hospitality, as well as settling an old score, is most welcome". He smiled at the lords. "I do not know if what I have told you makes me any more trustworthy in your eyes, but that will be for you to decide. I thank you for your time". <BR><BR>Akhôrahil looked again at the councillors. He had not used any of his Arts in the speech, hoping that telling them the truth, if in a somewhat simplified version, would be enough. But the truth <i>was</i> simple; his offer of help was earnest. He had no desire to see the region fall under Tangerne's dominion.<BR><BR>Noticing that the men had started speaking softly amongst themselves, Akhôrahil made ready to go. "I will leave you now, my lords, to make your decision in this matter", he said. Then he bowed slightly to the king, and left the room. While he waited for the Council to decide, there was something he needed to do. For here in Taslea they had something he wanted very badly. Something that would prove very useful in the time to come. Something that none except Akhôrahil in all the Lands of Far Harad would be able to use. Setting a brisk pace through the crowd in the streets, he made for the Houses of Healing, where his quest would begin.<BR><BR><BR>______________________________________________________________________<BR><BR><BR>Mazzic's aide exited the office, leaving the lord alone. So his courier was dead and the letter was in the hands of the king of Dolomar. He wondered who the mysterious warrior was, and why he had done what he did. Now Dolomar would have their warning, but it would not avail them. Everything else was going according to his plan, and this minor setback was ultimately of no consequence. The raid on the food-storage had been executed the previous evening, and as he had expected, everyone were convinced that Dolomar was behind it. The people all but demanded vengeance. Yes, all was going as he had planned. The City Council would hold an emergency meeting, and he would convince them to send an emissary to Tangerne seeking an alliance. And he, Mazzic, would be leading it.<BR>
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