What happened after the happy orc to Pushnik?

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Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Wed Oct 30, 2002 4:05 pm

(OOC: I have just come back from wrestling some personal demons and thought that Pushnik needs a comeback so here he is. I think that hes at least ten times better than before!)<BR><BR>In the corner of the darkened room the figure cloaked in darkness and curled up in the corner. The figure is whimpering and rocking backwards and forwards. His tormenters have kept him here for so long he has forgotten the taste of fresh water. He rocks backwards and forwards, he is a caged animal abused and tormented by his captors and himself. He tries to keep himself from going nuts by focusing on the one thing that keeps him going. The problem is that Pushnik fails to realise that the hope he is hanging onto is driving him into even deeper depths of insanity. His mind flickers back to when he was the proud propietor of the Happy Orc a beautiful pub full of friends. Thats not his memory though that he thinks consoles him. His memory that drives him mad and makes him happy is of her. She was the worldf to him. The one thing of beauty in this barren wasteland called life. He loved her emphatically, no words can describe how he felt about this goddess. This kept Pushnik going for a couple of hours before his mind started torturing him. His mind always did that, it bullied him and jeered at him. Pushnik was going mad. His mind started taunting Pushnik about how such a beautiful creature could never love a creature as hideous as an orc. How Pushnik never stood a chance with her and that she would probably scream if she saw him now. Pushnik would then start pounding his head to stop his mind from taunting him. He would dig his long sharp nails into his own sokin to take his mind off the subject of her. <BR><BR>Pushnik was being tortured by the fearless Haradrim after searching for Stefania. He was caught in an ambush and was captured and made into a toy for the evil humans to play with. They would do anything to hurt Pushnik and he was at their mercy. He never showed weakness because that would mean they would kill him. He only waited for news of his companions. News that Stefania had been found and that the intrepid band of adventurers he knew would come and save him from these monsters. However Pushnik knew that this would be an incredibly impossible thing to happen. His Troll friend had had his head lopped off in front of Pushnik. The haradrim were evil to the core. The Nazgul had since departed to somewhere else when they realsied pushnik had no moonshine left. Darin his dwarven friend had not been heard of for a long time but was no doubt busy elsewhere. His elven friends no they were with Bel. Yes Bel his hobbit best friend. Little Hobbit and Bel both true friends but no Bel had gone home. There was no-one left to save Pushnik he was alone and he knew it. It scared him and he just moaned even more. Then he started screaming and crying his eyes out. <BR><BR>The door to the room opened and a massive soldier stood over Pushnik elevated on the stone stairwell. He looked down on the victim with contempt.<BR><BR>Haradrim soldier: Still alive then orcish pig?<BR>Pushnik: I wish I was dead<BR>Haradrim Soldier: I bet you do you foul piece of scum. You are the lowest of the low Orc. You have no friends and no reason to live. We only keep you alive for amusement. How does that feel?<BR>Pushnik: Come down here and i'll show you what it feels like.<BR><BR>The haradrim soldier walks down to Pushnik. Pushnik is weak and very boney but his survival instinct and his ancestors bloodthirsty ways are starting to eat at him. The haradrim soldier slaps Pushnik who just stands his ground. Pushnik stands there as the anger wells up from inside of him and he lashes out at the haradrim gaurd. Pushnik being so weak only grazes the haradrims cheek. The haradrim gaurd beats Pushnik down. He climbs back up the stairs.<BR><BR>Gaurd: By the time I have finished with you you will wish you were dead!<BR><BR>The gaurd leaves. Pushnik starts rocking backwards and forwards in agony his eyes focused elsewhere in the cell.
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Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Thu Oct 31, 2002 4:02 pm

Pushnik lies there in the corner. He is sobbing in anger at himself. He looks up at the stairwell and the gaurd. He thinks of escape but why would he do that? Outside people hate him. Outside he is an outcast. In here he is warm and untouched by what goes on out there. Its stupid but now Pushnik has been in this cell for what feels like centuries it has become like a sanctuary for him. His prison is like a sanctuary. Pushnik feels he must leave but also fells he cannot. So the cycle of torment began again.
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Postby JrrT » Sat Nov 02, 2002 6:31 pm

PUshink are you going to run this a full flighted rp? If so count me and my little Orcish friends in!<BR><BR>Le me know.
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Postby narnensul » Sun Nov 03, 2002 3:21 pm

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Postby Grubhosh » Mon Nov 04, 2002 1:03 pm

Pushnik mind if I join in? (If you need a female orc <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>) ditto JrrT & narnensul. Lemme know
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Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Tue Nov 05, 2002 7:02 am

(OOC: Guys you are all welcome to join in, thanx for the encouraging support. They say that practice makes perfect well 4 months in 12 different roleplay sites has really helped. I hope this thread can really go well. Thanx <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>)
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Postby JrrT » Tue Nov 05, 2002 4:00 pm

Come on Pushink you get us going my friend!<BR><BR>Give us a lead to go on!
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Postby JrrT » Tue Nov 05, 2002 4:00 pm

Come on Pushink you get us going my friend!<BR><BR>Give us a lead to go on!
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Postby narnensul » Tue Nov 05, 2002 4:27 pm

ooc: Is it alright if I'm a human? Someone can be related to me somehow if they need to get into the story. sorry about all this clutter!!!<BR><BR><BR>The heavy door slowly opened, letting the golden sunshine to fall on the dirty floor of the small room. The very corners of the room still cloaked in darkness. The heavy guard released his strong grasp of the woman and let her stumble into the room and fall to the cold, hard ground. He greeted the guard sitting in the chair just outside the room, in robust voices they discussed the new prisoners arrival, well within the ears of all who occupied the cells around.<BR>“Who do you have there?”<BR>“Some ranger, there wasn’t enough room in the other rooms for her, so I’m putting her here.”<BR>“With It?”<BR>“It will be amusing to see if that thing eats her or not, I could earn a few pieces of silver with it too.”<BR>“I’ll put 2 down that he won’t eat her.”<BR>“You’re throwing your money away.”<BR>The guards laughed, the horrible noise echoing through the halls. The taller guard slammed the door shut, blocking out most of the light, with exception to a small square coming from the roof. Luinil could barely see her hand in front of her face. It was large, too large for just her. She reflected on the guards conversation, what were they talking about. Who or what was It? As the silence weighed down upon her mind and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she sensed something else in the room. Though it had been in her thoughts, she had pushed it away, surely the guards wouldn’t be so cruel to someone of their own race. The raspy breathing filled her ears, its constant wheezing and slight movements were intensified. Luinil lifted her head off the cold floor and sat up straight. Her dark hair rippled as she tried locating the creature. In the left corner? no, not left, the right corner. She silently wished her eyes could be those of an elf, just a little bit sharper and quicker at adjusting.<BR>Luinil was a ranger, but rarely traveled to these lands. They were shunned greatly, much more than in the north. She could never get decent service up north in the markets, but here, she wouldn’t dare utter who she was. One little slip up, one mistake. She had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, and now she couldn’t do anything but sit and wait. Wait for what? She didn’t even know, nor did she want to.<BR>Luinil stood up swiftly, the blood rushed to her head and she reached a hand out to the damp wall to steady herself. Leaning on the wall, she breathed as quietly as she could, just to hear Its breathing. Whatever it was was moving, farther away from her. She sighed, having enough of this guessing game she called out.<BR>“I beg of you, please show yourself”<BR>Her velvety voice faltered slightly with a note of uncertainty. It echoed, eerily throughout the room and minutes of unbearable silence followed. But It kept moving.<BR>The figure whimpered as it shifted positions, its raspy breath still echoing in her head. The thing musn't have had water for many moons. She undid the string at her hip that held the flask of water and slid it over to the dark corner. A large scarred hand enclosed it and brought it to its mouth. She stepped into the small square of sun, the light hitting her pale face made her seem ghost like. She blocked the sun with her hands away from her eyes, the intensity of the light was too much, but she remained in the spot.<BR>"Look at me, for I am unarmed and cannot hurt you. Please do the same. We can work together, to get out of here. Away from their teasing and torments, to our homes...well at least our lands."
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Tue Nov 05, 2002 8:05 pm

(ooc: May wes join? Wes not an orc or a ranger, but wes is a corrupted hobbit. May wes join?)
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Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Wed Nov 06, 2002 9:19 am

(OOC: PML yes yous can join by all means smeagol nyone can join.)<BR><BR>Pushnik steps into the light and the human female recoils from him. He whimpers as she recoils. He heard her speaking but could not and would not allow the idea of another creature with him enter his mind. He heard how they mock him and layed bets down upon whether he would eat her or not. Pushnik reflected that the human was the only meat he may have for a long time. He dismissed the thought and went back into his corner. The female was breathing fast wondering what the half starved orc was going to do. Pushnik knew what he was going to do. He was going to speak to her. He had not heard another voice in so long apart from the gaurds and had not seen a different creature apart from the haradrim for a long time too.<BR><BR>Pushnik: There you go madam I showed myself, I am Pushnik the Bloody Handed. Ex urukhai footsoldier of Mordor and former proprietor of the Happy Orc Inn. I am older than I care to remember, I am currently on a quest to find a lady by the name of Lady Stefania. However I was captured when we were bobarded by attacks from haradrim raiders, my group split up and I was caught. I am indebted to you for the water. Your plan of escape is intriguing but I do not think it can be done.
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Wed Nov 06, 2002 5:36 pm

<b><i> From the left hand wall, there came a large array of mumbles. The sound of one forcing itself against a wall, if by trying to push it or just trying to hear through it, one can not say. Smeagol presses his head against the wall and, every once and a while, smashes his fists at it in frustration. He can not hear exactly what was being said on the other side. He saw the guards walking by his cell with a human female, and heard the door of the next cell open and close. <BR><BR>In utter hatred, Smeagol fell to the ground and began to sob. His mind raced around the ideas of fresh meat and blood being spilled in the next room. How he envied his neighboring creature in his recent reward. Smeagol picked up the leg bone of his previous room mate and tossed it into the corner. He knew he was only living now because the humans found it entertaining to watch him fight against orcs they had captured, but in the end, refuse to give him his just deserved meat. <BR><BR> In the begining, he wouldn't touch the foul meat of the orcs. It wasn't in his nature to eat such foul meat. He urned only for the flesh of the young or, even better, that of a fish caught in a cold river stream. In his mind's eye, he could see the fresh water, feel it moving over him. His hand reached down and touched the dry, stony floor, and his fantasy left him. He was lost now, his river gone and darkness filled with the laughter of men.<BR><BR>His hunger had become almost unbearable and he was becoming weaker with each passing day. The light from the window fell on the floor, creating a place of brightness that, in his pitiful state, seemed almost welcoming. He sat there sobbing to himself when a single word carried throught the wall and met his ears. The words were in the voice of a human but none the less, even that didn't stop the sweetness of them. </b> <BR><BR>...get out of here.... <BR><BR><b>With this his mind was no longer at the river nor yerning for meat. His mind was set on escape. But he had to work fast, he knew that if his neighbors were to leave, they wouldn't think twice of taking poor Smeagol along. But he could help, couldn't he. <BR><BR>Smeagol rushes up to the wall and pounds hard against it, causing blood to rush from his hand in his frantic rage. A guard thrusts his hand against the door and lets out a shout.</i></b><BR><BR><b>guard:</b>Hey! You stop that racket or I'll have to come in there!<BR><BR><i><b> Silence. Smeagol, hoping this distraction had caught the attention of his neighbor, began to speak to the wall. His voice was dry and urgent, but a simple whisper in itself. It carried only to the ears of his neighbors, not disturbing the guards. </i></b><BR><BR>Wes cans helps yous....wes wants to esscapesss...yes...sss..wes cans <BR>escapes with yous...yes?....wes helps yous escapes with yous helps us...sss...yes wes will my preciousss....sss....wes helps nice nice friend of Smeagol.....yes...wes helps.s.....sss....wes wants escapes..<BR>but wes wait til night yes?....safer at night....no face to find us...<BR>sss...wes be safe ats night....sleeps now...yes.?.....wes escapes at night?....yes?....ssss.....smart smeagol helps yous.....yes my precious...wes shall.......sss....'gollum'<BR><BR><i><b> With this he is silent and awaits his neighbor's reply.....</i></b><BR>
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Postby narnensul » Wed Nov 06, 2002 7:56 pm

Luinil remained in the darkness, the orc's words resonating in her clouded head. It cannot be done? Only once had she escaped from a prison, but not one like this. Thinking of all the plans and attempts that would be in vain, the consequences of the escapes would be harsh.<BR>She leaned her back against the wall and slowly slid down to the floor. She rested her head on the damp wall and looked into the black nothingness. Her cell mate watched her closely, but she ignored his presence for the time being. Her eyes rested on the small hole of light, the only hope, the only thing that could determine whether it was day or night. She quickly snapped back to reality and spoke quietly.<BR>"I am Luinil, Pushnik the Bloody Handed. I apologize for my reaction, though you are a urukhai, you're heart is pure and noble.I regret to say during my travels I have not heard of the Lady Stefania that you seek. There is a slim chance of escape, but if you are willing to help..I will return the favor greatly."<BR>A harsh whisper came from the wall just behind her. She turned around and pressed her ear against it, whatever it was spoke hastily. The cell beside them had heard Pushnik and Luinil's conversation.<BR>"Keep quiet creature"<BR>She spoke to the wall sharply and turned back to Pushnik, by this time he had changed corners.<BR>"It seems as though someone else shares this need for freedom. It may benefit us. Have you any ideas? It is bleak, but I must try."<BR>Luinil's head ached and her limbs surged with pain each time she moved. She closed her eyes and listened for Pushnik' response, unsure whether or not her wished for his freedom as much as she. She lingered on the thought of whether or not anyone knew of her present situation, only one other ranger knew she was in these lands. She sighed quietly, hiding her unbearable sadness. She was grateful for the darkness, for Pushnik could not see her face.
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Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Thu Nov 07, 2002 6:44 am

Pushnik: That poor soul next door is an evil creature his heart blackened by many years of torture here. He eats orcish flesh and screams and scream. I have not met him yet. He would indeed be an asset in a escape plot. I believe that he will help us and is willing to help. You stand in the dark dear lady, believe me he is of no threat to us as these walls are thick.<BR><BR>Pushnik walks to the wall that Smeagol is thumpng.<BR><BR>Pushnik: Creature are you sure?
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Fri Nov 08, 2002 10:11 pm

(OOC: Will this thread have an OOC soon or did wes miss it?)<BR><BR><i><b> With the reply, Smeagol began to feel an overwhelming emotion washing over him. It made him feel fresh and new, as if nothing had condemned him to a torchure that had once warped his body and mind. He felt as if he were close to escape. escape......freedom...freedom<BR>....no! We must first leave these cells and the home of their common oppressors. <BR><BR>His mind wondered with thoughts of blood and torchure. How could they escape? Would they be strong enought to kill the guard? To force him into some horrific fate to which Smeagol had endured for a lifetime in a moment? No! No time for that! First the agreement must be made. <BR><BR> He again approaches the wall and whispers, though his voice betrays him, letting his neighbor hear the joy behind his words. Could this be joy? ...joy... Returning back to true thought and continues his sentence. </i></b><BR><BR>Wes sures...sss...yes....sss...wes helps the nice orcs....and human...yes? ....wes be good and helps yous....wes wants freedomssss....sss....yessss....'gollum''gollum' lets us escapes with yous! ....pleasesss.....wes wants to escapes...wes helps yous escapes...yes precious...sss...wes will helps yous if yous helps uss...ssss...will yous helps us?.....'gollum''gollum' Can it be trusted?....what do you think preciousss...sss.....will orc be nasty like these ssss.....s.s.s....huuummans....sssss....grrsss......<BR>'gollum' wes hatessss themss....wes would work with elves to kill them....sss...wes hates them more than elvessss....ssss.......<BR><BR><i><b> His thought returns to the matter at hand.</i></b><BR><BR>wes wills helps yous if yous helps us....yes....whats will yous do, wes asks? wes wants to know....sss....wes will helps yous....escapess<BR>....ssss....wes shall helps youssss......says what yous do and wes helps...<BR><BR><i><b> With this, he remained silent and began to press his head against the wall. Almost out of no where, a thought came to his mind. A thought only thought of by one who is mad. Maybe he can dig into the next cell. His pounding had become a natural occurance and with his new found determination, he was willing to try anything. <BR><BR>He ran to a corner in such a hurry, he didn't even inform his neighbor of his actions. He began to claw and scratch at the bricks to which he got his daily water. They where the only source of water in the prison, at least for the prisoners. He guessed above there was some type of kitchen or even maybe a storage room for some type of liquid. None the less, it leaked endlessly down the wall, softening the bricks in the corners of his slanted room. <BR><BR>He ran over and grabbed the bones of his room mate and began to smash the corner of the cell. He slowly began to chip away from the baracade between him and his newly found comrades. The wall was indeed soft enough, and was damp throughout. With several blows, the guard began to, again, yell at the creature. </i><BR><BR>Guard: </b> Stop making all that noise you...<BR><b>2nd guard: </b>You're only wasting your breath. The monster does as it pleases. It won't stop till it faints. I've watched this one before, it's only a mindless creature.<BR><BR><i><b>This conversation concerned Smeagol in the least. He knew the guards were dumb and had enough sense left, or was crazed enough, to know that they wouldn't enter <i>his </i>cell. He continued to dig until finally it broke through to the other side. His skinny arm reached inside searching the crack, followed by a peer from his eyes. The pale light from the hole above reflected off his eyes like those of a wild animal. Slowly he twisted and wrenched his body throught the hole until he reached the other side. His eyes shot across the room and, for the first time, eyed an orc, to which he was not going to kill. </i></b>
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Postby narnensul » Mon Nov 11, 2002 4:32 pm

Slender finger's wrapped around the writhing creature's bony wrist and Luinil gave a hard tug. He slid out easily and crawled into a dark corner, studying the two occupants of the rooms. His eyes glowed, catching even the slightest beam of light.<BR>Luinil sat back down and looked at what seemed to be a hobbit, distorted from years of torture and agony. His skin pulled tight over his body, bones stuck out sharply. He moved noiselessly around the room, only hissing could be heard.<BR>She turned her gaze towards the small hole, wondering how many hours it would be until the guards found out. If they were lucky, he could last the night going unnoticed. The creature did indeed wish to get out, more so than her. His willingness to help was great and his stealth and small size would prove to be essential. Night was the only time they could move, under the cover of darkness. An orc, human, and distorted hobbit could never last in the streets for more than five minutes during the day. She noted how the creature avoided all light, he had grown accustomed to the gloom of the cells.<BR>"Now that we have assembled what looks like a small company, we must now plan. We shall rely on eachother and use all our skills and abilities needed."<BR>Luinil stood, wiping the dirt off her hands and onto her pants. She began to search through what little belongings she had. In a small pile lay the flask of water, several papers, small provisions, and a dagger that had been attatched to her thigh with cord.<BR>"This is the only weapon that the gaurds have not taken from me. My sword, bow, and other belongings were taken, no doubt sold already for a hefty price."<BR>She paced around the room, two pairs of eyes following her. Luinil's own eyes shot around the room, she slowly ran her pale fingers over the lock in the door. Listening carefully to the gaurds' conversations, nothing out of the norm. Both had fallen under the influence of the local tavern's ale, but they still had their weapons and could sober up pretty quickly if confronted by the prisoners.<BR>"Any ideas?"
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Mon Nov 11, 2002 8:37 pm

<i><b> Seating himself in the corner, the creature studied the moves of his new comrades. The orc seemed to be very little concerned with this plot for freedom and the human seemed in deep concern. Her face, full of concern and configuration, was bent on a way of escape, but there was no sign of any accomplishes in creating a scheme. Smeagol's mind began to taughnt him for taking such hasty actions. <BR><BR></i>Theys don't knows what theys to do....theys were only considering to try....wes may of been better back in our own cellss.....what wes do now....wes must escapes but wes are troubled.... hows wes to escapes.<i><BR><BR>His mind raced with thoughts and ideas of possible ways to escape, but his attention was again caught by the voice of the human female.<BR><BR></i>Luinil:</b> Any ideas? <i><b><BR><BR>With a quick glance at the human, his thoughts began to go together again. <BR><BR></i> Maybe theys will come if theys hears the human? Theys loves for wes to kill, maybe if theys hear the human scream but can't see her in the doors, maybe they come in? But what will wes do? Orc and Smeagol ares weak, human can't kill the guards. But wes has to thinks. <i><BR><BR></b> sss....sss...<b></i><BR><BR>Hows can wes escapes? Wes never escapes.....</b>'gollum'<b> theys will kills us...killl....kills....WAIT! Theys no knows Smeagol is here! Wes can kills the guard from behind with ours. <BR><i><BR>He quickly crawls back throught the hole and returns carrying another bone of one of Smeagol's room mate's, this one sharpened down to a point. Smeagol had used this bone on several occations to stab at an orc, especially when they were bigger than him. He had become quite skilled at jabbing it throught the soft skin of the neck of his past meals. He quickly ran over to the human and shows the dagger to her.</i></b><BR><BR>wes haves an idea!...sss....yous can goes into the corners...yess... aways from the guards eyes and yells like orc is eating yous...yess...killing yous....theys likes to see this....yesss...s.ss<BR>theys will comes to sees....wes and orc waits for them...yes wes shall....theys comes in and wes kill thems from behind...yes sss...wes rips their necks with daggersss....yes...then wes run..escapes! .......ssss....'gollum'....wes kill thems quick....no last words for themss...ssss.....wes kills the guards .....orc can kill too...yes...ss..'gollum....lets kill them.....<BR><BR><i><b> Smeagol looked deeply into the eyes of the human, hoping that she would see his point of view. Quickly, he walked over to the corner of the room and sat. His hissing slowly leaks from the corner, followed by his voice.</i></b><BR><BR>But wes has to waits for darks....no faces to see us....wes be safe then.....<i><b><BR><BR>He lies his head on his legs and rests, knowing he will need his strength when the sun sets. His mind filled with thoughts of killing the guards, then back to the matter at hand. He knew, that they might not agree with his solution, but he also knew that they had to decide quickly. The light from the window was begining to touch the eastern wall of the cell, and if they didn't chose, they may not live to see another day......</b></i><BR><BR>
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Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Wed Nov 13, 2002 6:52 am

Pushnik is worried, worried that the creature is right. They must kill the gaurds and the female is weak and he is weak. The creature is right and Pushnik must help him to get the gaurds. He whispers something in the womans ear. <i>'I am only pretending to hurt you this will not be painful but play along'</i>. Pushnik began pounding the wall screaming about how he finally has a meal. The human starts screaming and screaming...................
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Wed Nov 13, 2002 5:10 pm

<i><b> The orc began to bang against the wall in a frantic hoax to deceive the guards. He began sooner than Smeagol had anticipated. He was expecting them to wait until darkness had settled. None the less, the plot was underway and there was no turning back now. <BR><BR>He grabbed his bone dagger and ran a dark corner near the door. He waited silently, patiently, for the guard's interests to cause them to enter the cell. His tongue slowly moistened his partched lips and his dry skin began to perspire. His boney hands gribbed the dagger with a strength that was indeed unnatural for one in such a state. He was ready for the kill, all he had to do was wait for the time to pounce. <BR><BR>In the setting sun's light, his eyes seemed to glow a deep red, like a monster in the shadows of a fairytale. The seconds seemed like years to him. He could hear every move of the guards and his companions, smell the odor of the guards, taste their breath in the air. <BR><BR></i> Their last breaths......<i><BR><BR>The thought brought a wicked smile across his thin face. If one were to judge between the horror of seeing an orc attack a girl or the sight of pleasure on this creature's face, one would fear the creature more. <BR><BR>His thoughts were focused, his hand steady. No matter what the outcome, someone was going to die. Let it be the creature, the guards, or even his new associates. He was going to kill or be killed. All he had to do was wait. </i> <BR><BR>wait......waitsss..sss...waits......waaiitt......sssssss.....'gollum'........</b>
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Postby narnensul » Thu Nov 14, 2002 8:08 pm

Luinil screamed as hard as she could and then abruptly stopped. Pushnik pounded on the damp walls and Smeagol was in place. All was going to plan, however far fetched it was.<BR>She summoned what strength she had and tightened her grip on the only weapon she had left. The small dagger reflected the last beams of sunlight against the wall. Her eyes narrowed at the sound of the keys grating against the lock and the handle being turned. Inside those dark eyes was a wild passion for the kill, revenge and death. The gaurds entered and the world seemed to slow, all noise seemingly stopped. Luinil caught the first gaurd by the neck and threw him hard across the room.<i>thud</i>. His head hit the wall and his body fell limp, she thrusted the small dagger into his neck and gave the weapon a quick twist. All the while the mans eyes were fixed on Luinil's emotionless and quiet face. The warm liquid ran down her face and arms, seeping into her mouth and soaking her shirt. She spat the blood out quickly and patted him down for a map of the labryinth. She found nothing and in anger kicked his body hard. Paying him back for what he did.<BR>Pushnik and Smeagol took the two other gaurds. They worked as a team, quickly and efficiently. Smeagol thrusted the sharp bone into the taller gaurd and bit fiercly into flesh on his neck. Pushnik showed suprising strength as he jumped onto the shorter gaurd and brought him crashing to the ground. He grabbed the sword out of the man's hand and shoved it into his stomach. Pushnik's gaurd made a lunge toward Luinil, but before he could stab her with his sword, he fell down to the ground. Pushnik stood over him, a sharp bone was covered in blood. She nodded gratefully to the dark creature. The man gasped for air, his eyes looking up at the creature on top of him. His face contorted into permanent fear and pain.<BR>"Take their weapons, quickly now!"<BR>Luinil called to the two creatures, their lips moistened with the smell of blood. They could not eat the gaurds, there was no time, nor could Luinil bear to watch. They followed eachother into the stone passages, pausing every so often wait in the darkness for the gaurds to pass.<BR>Luinil walked noiselessly, trying hard to quiet her breathing and pounding heart. She slipped between the shadows, avoiding the light being cast down by the torches hanging on the wall. She had no recollection of these halls, she had only been here one day. Smeagol carefully led the way, talking to Pushnik at times, both knew their way throughout the toture chambers very well.
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Sat Nov 16, 2002 11:22 pm

<i><b> Everything seemed to be going as planned. The human and the orc left the cell to watch for the approach of guards. The halls were quiet and motionless, no one had heard their attack. But however, from deep within the cell, they heard the sound of clothes and skin tearing. With this, the human reappeared in the doorway with the orc and they stopped the creature in his tracks. <BR><BR>The temptation to leave the meat of his tormentor's was unbearable. He wanted so much to tear and eat the meat, and he was just about to, when the others stopped him. They did so silently, the orc rested his hand on Smeagol's shoulder and shook his head. Smeagol knew that their was no time. He slowly looked down at the bodies and turned away crawling through the door. <BR><BR>The hallway was long and empty. The lights of many torche's shadows danced and laughed along the walls. Smeagol knew this hall well. This wing had been his home for many years.</i> hows long? ....wes can'ts remember hows long wes been here......<i> He remembered that the hallway made a complete circle in its self. They were in the inner most ring leading to the center of the stronghold. The center keep was the torture chamber, where Smeagol had spent most of his first years here.<BR><BR>He knew most of the inner area well. He was also very aware of the guard's normal watch schedule. The next change of guards would take place at midnight. But, with the time being just dusk, most of the men would be eating supper in the mess hall. He looks up at the human female and noticed the hasty and concerned look on here face.<BR><BR></i></b>...ss...guards ares eatings now....sss..wes knows theys eats nows....yes my precious...the guards are gone...wes mays be ables to escapes unhearss....wes knows the ways from here....yes...but wes don't knows the outer hallsss...no precious...ss...wes don'ts....wes never been outside the wallss...sssss.....<BR><BR><i><b>He points down the hall toward a few doorways.</i></b><BR><BR>Wes musts goes down this ways....sss...wes finds the torture rooms...yesss.....theys has gratesss...wes cans fits in them....leads into the sewersss...sewerss beneath prison....theys may leads out...yes theys DO lead out....wes sure my precious.....wes been there befores....years ago.....wes tries to escapes....<BR><BR><i><b> He begins to shake his head as if remembering some terrible memory. He opens his eyes and thought returns to the current situation. </i></b><BR><BR><BR>Wes can escapes...no one looks now...yes....wes locks these doors...leaves bodies heres.....wes not bes followed soons...yes precious.sss......yesss....<BR><BR><i><b> The creature quickly moves to the door and quietly shuts it. He then moves ahead to the doorway and peers inside. He looks back at his companions and waves to them to move forward. He then quickly sprints inside and opens the sewer grate below a "draining" table. He himself had been on that table once.... His mind was begining to wander back to that day.... <BR><BR> He then pulls up the grate and waves to his comrades to enter. The orc was the first to enter the sewers. He didn't seem to mind the idea of such a venture. The human female was next, but she was more apprehensive about escaping throught the sewers. However, it was the only way they could escape, and she entered, with the help of the creature on top and the orc below. Smeagol, then followed her and replaced the grate and disappeared below. </i></b><BR>
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Thu Nov 21, 2002 5:44 am

(OOC: Please! someones posts.....wes sorry...wes no tries to play big role in story nos more....wes sits by and waits for pushnik to decide...yes?....please posts again....wes likes this thread....please...posts, yes?..post...post...?...)
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Postby JrrT » Thu Nov 21, 2002 5:08 pm

((I am waiting for you guys to escape the prison before Darin Rixit and the Hound jon in))
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Postby Grubhosh » Fri Nov 22, 2002 6:00 am

(same here <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Fri Nov 22, 2002 1:45 pm

(OOC: no one else wills posts! Pushnik and Luinil ares nots postings no mores. wes alreadys posted, wes wants to continues. Where is pushnik? ....ss...wes haven't seen hims. wes looks for hims in search ands he hasn't posted anywheres...sss...wes wants the story tos continues.... please posts for Smeagol....please...anyones.....)
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Postby narnensul » Sat Nov 23, 2002 7:01 pm

Her boots splashed through the dark puddles that lay in the sewers. Blackness surrounded the small company as they navigated through the maze of sewers. The creature named Gollum apparently knew where he was going, as if his mind devised this plan for ages. She could certainly make her way through by using her senses, but Luinil would never have gotten to the sewers without her companions. The air around her continued to get sweeter, not hampered by the smell of rotting flesh and filth.<BR>They were close, Gollum was quickening his pace and Pushnik breathed deeply, he too was following his nose. She itched to be out in the open again, in the woods and to go wherever she pleased. Luinil thought about what she would do after she got out. Certainly she couldn't walk away from these two creatures without repaying them. Whatever help they needed, whatever navigation or skills, she would gladly offer.<BR>Luinil counter how many turns they took but in the end had forgotten. There were too many twists and turns, it was a wonder they didn't get themselves lost. Gollum hissed something, they were almost there. Fortunatly the cloak of night covered the lands and town, the stars smiled upon them, at least for the time being.<BR>Pushnik stopped suddenly and Luinil collided with him. They were face to face with a large grate, the only obstacle seperating them from the world. She looked up at the rusty piece of metal, it was only a few feet above her head.<BR>"I can get this one."<BR>She took hold of a rung on the metal ladder and climbed her way up to the grate. She felt the fresh night air on her face, it was wonderful. But they weren't free yet, using the heel of her hand she hit the grate with great force. After a few more tries it swung open. She looked out of the dark hole, not one living creature in sight. She climbed out and motioned for the others to follow.<BR>They seemed to be in the woods. The trees loomed over the company, their dark branchs swayed in the wind. Luinil pulled her cloak tightly around her, thanking the stars that the gaurds didn't take it away. A noise caught her ears, a soft treading of ones feet...she hadn't heard it before, but it was coming closer. She pulled her two companions behind a gnarled tree, taking shelter beneath its exposed roots.<BR>"Something is nearing."
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Sat Nov 23, 2002 10:59 pm

<i><b> As they travel through the sewers, a feeling of relief and caution fills Smeagol's mind. He was finally free, but not free yet, he still had to make it clear of the prison and escape the sewers. He wasn't going to be stupid again and be caught. No, he was going to escape, to feel the coolness of fresh water again, to taste the flesh of fish, not orc. He sighs to himself as the steady flow of thoughts came and went. <BR><BR>He knew right where they were, he could not become lost here. He had went into the sewers many a time, but never made it past the end. He was going to escape this time, he was going to leave the prison behind forever. <BR><BR>At last they made it to the final passage. The scent of fresh air filled his lungs, almost painfully. It had been a long time since he had actually smelt air from beyond the prison walls. He was almost there, to the point of which he had never passed. "IT" was near.... <BR><BR>The human female, Smeagol guessed from a feeling of lacking in her attempt to help, climbed up to the final grate and pressed it open. Maybe she was more anxious to leave than he? He was not sure. They climbed out of the sewers, and his companions both sighed in relief and, he knew, they had thought their escape was complete. They were wrong.<BR><BR>All the muscles in Smeagol's body tensed and his very being was ready. He was frightened, ready, anxious, and angry all at once. They were coming.... Smeagol had made it this far before but had never been able to make it past them and "IT." It took the orc and human longer to notice the rustling of movement heading their way, or the silence that had quickly taken hold of the peaceful night. They did not feel the air around them tense and freeze into the very bones of the small, weak creature. They were not as aware as Smeagol was of the danger of their postion. <BR><BR>The human was the first to notice the coming. She quickly grabbed the orc and hid behind a large tree. Smeagol pressed against the tree, hating the tree in itself. He hated the very air for giving away their smell and "IT" most of all. No one had escaped this prison before and Smeagol knew why. He knew why so many died attempting to flee. He knew why the very tree they were hiding behind, was covered with the long and gnarled scars left by "IT"'s claws. Soon they would know....<BR><BR>Just then, a nearby cluster of trees shook with the force, as "IT" forced itself into them searching for it's prey. The night filled with it's dark fire and the moon itself hid from it's presence. "IT" could smell them, taste them, feel them but could not see them. "IT" was searching, searching.... Smeagol held his breath tightly, as if by breathing alone, "IT" would find them. He tightly closed his eyes and waited, fearing to be again caught by "IT" and brought back to the prison. <BR><BR></i>Nots again....Nots again....wes don'ts wants to go backs...wes don't wants its to finds us...wes wants to bes free....<i><BR><BR>Such thoughts fell into his mind as he was devored by the overwelming fear. He wanted to run, like he had done before. To take his chances in outrunning the beast with it's giant wings. But everytime he tried such, he was caught. Maybe if he stayed put and hid, he would outsmart "IT."<BR><BR>He continued to hug the human females leg tighter. Tiny rivers of blood flowed forth from his grip. However he was unaware of this and his grip only tightened with each passing moment. His eyes shut and his breath stilled, he waited. Fearful as a child awaiting in the darkness. Alone in his mind, surrounded by fear.</i></b>
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Postby JrrT » Mon Nov 25, 2002 4:58 pm

**The trees shook with a patient anger. The creature called Smeagol could sence the ferociuos danger lurking behind them. A set of piercing red eyes stared at the trio of escapees with a casualy fierce look. It was The Hound, Albino Warg Rottweiler cross breed, the companion and steed of The Destroyer, Darin Bloodaxe. The Deserted lord of Moria. Darin could not be far away if The Hound was waiting and neither would Rixit the captian of Darins Orc troop be far away. They had been searching for many arduos weeks for their friend and commrade Pushink. Word had got to Darin of a great struggle and capture of Pushink from various souces. Darin could not let his friend be for ever lost to him........**
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Postby grimorareaper » Fri Dec 06, 2002 11:06 pm

Out of the shadows in the top of the tree a female dwarf clad all in black falls behind pushnik. she spins him around with a wicked grin. he was right about one thing, she couldt see how a beautiful creature could ever love him. She pulls out a wicked ax from under her cloak and castrates him.<BR><BR>"Now ye ken never ha' ugly young 'uns to pollute this world!" she cackles before calling her evil hounds down to bark at the trio. "No one escapes from their prison!"<BR><BR>She stands and laughs as her dogs circle them biting if they try to escape. "Let me talk business with ye," she smiles cruely.
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Postby Smeagol_gollum » Tue Dec 17, 2002 3:27 pm

<i><b> The creature moved forward and evenly into view. Smeagol could hear it's breath as it came to a halt in front of the companions. His eyes remained shut, his mind stilled, waiting patiently for the blow to come. The attack did not come, had the thing not seen them, were they safe? <BR><BR>His eyes opened carefully and gazed out at the clearing. The creature was a canine of some sort, he did not know of what kind. It was large like a wild wolf, yet somehow seemed more fierce. The being with the beast did not seem aware of his company. The creature held still and silent waiting for his companions to act apon the newly arrived being. He waited, as silent as the tree that they stood against. <i><b>
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