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Postby green_sleeves » Fri Dec 27, 2002 4:15 pm

<i>The three snuk silently down the long corridor to a door at the other end. Looking both ways they made sure nothin or no one was watching as they slipped through the door, which appeared as part of the wall unless you knew what you were looking for, and where to look. Only after they closed the door silently behind them did a figure emerge from the depths of the shadows.<BR><BR>The figure whom emerged was cloaked in black and wore a deep cowl in which it hid it's face from all who might have been looking. It gave a bit of a laugh as is made it's own way up the spiraling staircase that started at the end of the corridor. It was a spy and sooner or later the three would be seeing Morgoth himself if they were not careful.<BR><BR>--------------------------------------------<BR><BR>As the three entered the room all got deathly quiet and all eyes turned upon them, once they saw who had entered each drew in a breath and sighed in relief. Many of which went back to what they were discussing.<BR><BR>The company of three was an odd one. It turned out to be a young woman, an Elf, though a very young Elf as far as Elves go. the Two that stood behind her were a man and an Elf, the man looking in his mid twenties, the Elf looking about the same but his actual age might never be known. The she elf was looking conserned, her normally cheery face unusually grim. Most considered her almost too child like to be around such important matters but thanks to the urging of her two friends she was allowd to come. She was a radient young Elf and brought smiles to those who were grim and uncheery. The two behind her stood like bodygaurds, the man was a bit stalkier than the Elf but both bore the same grim expression as the three of them listened to what was being said.</i><BR><BR>"You must stop the others from Revolting, it's causing to much strain on the rest of us!" <BR><BR><i>Replied a man who stood as he spoke to be heard by the one behind the podium. The man behind the podium only glared at him.</i><BR><BR>"I say you are wrong! <i> The Man behind the Podium argued. </i> "I say the more we rebel the more freedoms Morgoth will be forced to regain to us!" <BR><BR>"I think you, too, are wrong in what you say, Sir." <BR><BR><i>All eyes turned to face the man that spoke only to find the grim faced Elf that stood behind the Elven girl. His bright eyes were the only thing that betrayed his feelings in the whole matter, they shown with a feirce coldness almost chilling to look upon. <BR><BR>The Elven Girl, Drealene, only smiled and turned defiantly towards the speaker behind the podium to see what sort of rebuke he might raise to challenge her friends words yet it was not he that spoke but the Elf again.</i><BR><BR>"The more the others rebel the harder Morgoth will press rules and regulations upon us. Even now we cannot walk down the corridors without one of his Soldiers asking us questions and watching our every move."<BR><BR>"It is true, I can't hardly even get dressed in the morning without one of those bloody soldiers watching!"<BR><BR><i>Drealene stated, many murmers of agreement rose as the speaker banged on his gaffle for silence and order, yet even he knew he had lost the arguement and waited patiently for all to settle again so they could decide on a plan of action . . .</i>
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Postby §adi`Aelia » Tue Dec 31, 2002 11:31 pm

Aelia stood with a blank expression and her thoughts slowly drifting away from grasp. She knew she had other projects to be tending to, mounds of paper work pilling before her but such noise from below caught her full attention. <BR><BR>The council meeting was to be held beneath the balcony only she and a few others were allowed to know. Her study was getting full and her attention brought to such unimaginable tolerance of others trying their best to gain freedom. While others gained nothing, she never lost her privlages, being the daughter of a high ranking General. If she was to stay at her fathers side she was to work in return, it was that or death. Escaping was not an option among the strict code. <BR><BR>She came out of her thoughts and stared down at the meeting before her. She wasn't suppose to be out of her study and quitely slipped back through the door.<BR><BR>Piles and piles of papers lay on the never seen desk.<BR><BR><i>Slave reports...</i> she sighed to herself as she picked up the nearest paper and began putting it in its file. How was she able to get through so much in so little time? <BR><BR>There were bookshelves that held the far left wall with books of many different hights and colors...many of which were rarely out of place. Two small round tables sat in front of the small library selection she had, with large wooden chairs at each side. Pictures hung on the the very wall above the bookshelves and trimmed in a dark wood to match the remaining furniture around the large and spacious room.<BR><BR>On the far right wall stood tall wood cabinets upon cabinets of files that needed much work. Drawers left open from her remaining file inspections and papers neatly put in order. <BR><BR>And on the remaining wall was her desk still filled with slave reports and records. Each slave had a file and in that file was recorded every good deed, every mistake, every move that they had taken was recorded in that file....on that paper it showed your age, your abilities to work, your punishments if any, and all your grants. She had all rights to every slave that worked for this dark lord. Even she herself had her very own file. Being one of the most trusted slaves she never pushed her luck. She never once strayed...or she would like to of thought. Or so everybody else had thought as well.<BR><BR>She once again pulled herself from her normal but usually undisturbed thoughts and brought herself to begin workin among the papers. Barely reading each script...she carefully slipped them into the rightful file and went on to the next...
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Postby green_sleeves » Fri Jan 03, 2003 11:22 pm

<i>Drealene made her way down teh desolate corridor silent and unnoticed, though her gaping yawns would have been a dead give away had anyone been there to listen. It was very late in the night, she didn't know the exact time but guessed it was wround 2 a.m. or so. <BR><BR>A shadow moved on teh floor and Drealene instictivly pressed againt teh nearest wall and held her breath, her sharp ears listening for any sound. The Elf's companions had long since left her since she said she oculd make it back to her own small dorm safely yet even know she wondered if she might have been wrong. <BR><BR>A black figure drew away from the shadows and the Elf could see the figure's eye's glaring from the beneath the black cowl at her.</i><BR><BR>"What are you doing out of your Dorm, <i>Slave</i>!" <BR><BR><i>Drealene drew away from teh wall and stood there with her head bowed as if she was ashamed, she figdeted nervously and straightened out teh wrinkles in her plain cotton skirt that, thouh a bit ragged, still reached the floor.</i><BR><BR>"I- I needed to get a drink, Sir." <BR><BR><i>She quickly stammered and looked up with her strange beautiful child like face, her emerald eyes shinning. She hoped with all her might that this person/thing wasn't as cold hearted as it looked and might just axcept that reason for her being out so late.</i><BR><BR>"Then why are you still clothed in your work clothing?"<BR><BR><i>The figure hissed another question. Drealene thought wuickly and then faked a bit of a yawn and tried to muffle it casually with her hand.</i><BR><BR>"Well, Sir, I fell asleep doing my chores, Sir. I awoke to find that I had fallen asleep after completing my chores and decided that I would get a drink on my way to bed, Sir."<BR><BR><i>Drealene saw the dought in the eyes and quickly added,</i><BR><BR>"I stayed up lat to get my chores finished, of course, so that I wouldn't have to go back and finish it the next day."<BR><BR>"I see, well then I'll escort you to your dorm to make certain that's where you go, can't have your like wondering around the tower and such."<BR><BR><i>With that the figure stepped in line behind Drealene, which made her rather uncomfortable, and followed her ot her own dorms. She sighed inwardly in relief at her luck as they walked.</i>
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Postby ¤Palarran¤ » Sat Jan 25, 2003 8:25 pm

<i>Helm and Palarran walked silently down the dark Corridor to their Dorms. Both were worried about the young Elf Maiden yet neither one could do anything for her now. She did say she was going to be fine . . . Didn’t she? <BR><BR>Helm shook off his worrisome thoughts and concentrated on the task at hand. His ears were alert and picking up every sound for it was almost too dark to rely on sight as the two slipped quietly in and out of the shadows making sure that their own shadows were the only ones that moved.<BR><BR>It was risky, almost to risky. To be caught in such at such a time and such a place were surly mean death. An arm stopped Helm in his tracks and he glanced at his silent friend, Palarran who’s eyes still held that icy fierceness that had consumed him during the meeting. <BR><BR>Palarran put a finger to his lips and then cast a quick glance down the hall. Helm’s ears picked up the sound of voices, one was that of an woman, or so he assumed, the other was a sort of hissing whisper of something a bit darker and a bit more evil. He clenched his fists as he realized that the voice was that of Drealene and the other was an escort. Yet where were was she being escorted too? The dorms where in a whole other wing of the tower.<BR><BR>Helm glanced at Palarran, Palarran glanced back at helm. Both slipped into the shadows, their dark clothing and cloaks keeping them hidden from eyesight. Both listened with fierce intensity to all that was being said . . .</i><BR><BR>“Sir? Sir? I think my dorms are that way, really I do.”<BR><BR>“Yess, they are. But we’re not going to go that way. I don’t think you were getting a drink of water and I don’t believe you fell asleep doing you chores either, Girl.<BR><BR>We’re taking you elsewhere . . . Somewhere where I can keep an eye on you until I’m certain you are the hard worker you claim to be.”<BR><BR><i> It was then silent, Helm new Drealene couldn’t argue for it would only lead to more problems. Helm’s thoughts began racing as he tried to figure out where they might take the Elf Maiden. Palarran and he were both very protective of the Maiden since she was an orphan and had claimed them as her family. They, at first, didn’t much care for the girl seeing her as ditzy and her over merriment a bother, but they soon found that this was only a guise and that underneath she was a very hardy young Lady who could become fierce and a quick thinker in an instant. For these reasons they took her in, seeing her as something more that what she saw even herself.<BR><BR>The two had passed and Palarran made a motion that it was safe for them to continue. When at last they got to their dorm (if you could call it that) niether one could sleep. Helm paced restlessly and Palarran sat sharpening his knife that he had made and kept so secret.</i><BR><BR>“What do you think they’re going to do with her?”<BR><BR><i>Helm at last stopped pacing long enough to ask the question that had been bothering him most. Palarran stopped sharpening his knife and cast a glance at his human friend.</i><BR><BR>“Only tomorrow will tell.”<BR><BR><i>Helm shook his head and began pacing again. Palarran shook his head thoughtfully, he would never understand the fret of Human’s.</i><BR><BR>“Helm, relax. Drealene is a very clever girl. She’ll find a way to let us know where she is and what’s going on.”<BR><BR><i>With that said Palarran went back to sharpening his knife and Helm, who only paused a moment to consider that thought, went back to pacing, though he felt more relieved to know that Drealene was indeed a smart girl . . .</i><BR>
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Postby Tobias_Red-tail » Sun Jan 26, 2003 3:30 am

This was the fifth time she had attempted to escape. Her back still bore the marks of her last attempt, but even those did little to dull her passion for freedom. However, in the distance she could hear the sound of her pursuers gaining on to her, and she pushed herself on. It had taken most of her strength and skill to clear the gate, and now she was out, running at a sprint. The torn dress whipped around her feet as she ran, and finally, too tired to move any more, she stopped, leaning against a tree. Her feet were cut and bruised by the ground, and the rags she had bound around them did little to offer protection. Gritting her teeth, this time determined to die if she was caught, the girl stood, in a crouch, preparing to fight them unarmed. Usually she would be armed with a pair of twin rapiers, but both were now confisticated by the officers. The sound of orcs grew louder, and she stood there, her breathing calm and even, as she faced them.<BR><BR>She ducked under a reaching blade, kicking out with a foot to sweep him off the ground as she passed. Her next move was to kick his throat, hoping to break his windpipe. The next two that approached her got more than they bargained for, because even as their swords lashed out at her from different levels, she had already leapt into the air, and then kicked out to both sides in a sudden and devastating spreading snap of her les. She connected on both sides, drving a foot into the forehead of the orc on her right, and another into the throat of the one on her left. She pressed forward to complete extension, sending both stumbling back. She landed in perfect balance and burst ahead in three running steps. However, her luck had run out, for the next bunch that rushed at her seemed to have a completely different idea. They came at her all together, and she felt something strike the side of her head, knocking her senseless.<BR><BR>When she awoke, she found herself lying on some straw, with five guards standing watch. Upon seeing her eyes flutter open, the door was unlocked, twice, and she was dragged out, bruised, battered, bleeding, but still alive. Her mind still in a daze as she was dragged to the officer who was in charge of all these, she was unable to comprehend the exact meaning of his words.<BR>"You again. Alayna, no last name, and fifth time failed escapee, taking down with you three Orcs."<BR>"Yes. Too bad it was only three of those ugly beasts." A blow exploded in the side of her head, sending exploding stars into her eyes.<BR>"Stop being smart. Have you thought about the offer I gave you the last time?"<BR>"Yes again. Can we talk it over something edible? And I don't mean the junk <i>they</i> eat." Her voice was clearly directed at her five guards, and they bristled. However, the man raised a hand to order them to stop.<BR>"No. I want your answer."<BR>"You expect me, a runaway slave, lashed four times, with a fifth one coming, to join you? My answer still stands."<BR><BR>Alayna was dragged to a place somewhere outside, and the lashes cracked against her skin. She cried out, feeling the hot blood against her skin. After the sentence was carried out, she was returned to her dorms, aching all over. One of the older women there came up to the sobbing girl, and began to stroke her hair.<BR>"Now then. How many times does this have to occur before you realize that this is hopeless?"<BR>"I want to be free, and this prison cannot stop me."<BR>"This foolishness again. Why don't you send word to your teacher regarding this? Maybe he will help you." Her voice was laced with sarcasm, her tone uncommonly sweet.<BR>"Leave me alone, will you Sanar? I know you are pleased with your lot, but that doesn't mean I am!"<BR>The woman tsked and left her alone with her burns and aches.<BR><BR>Sometime later in the night, a man crept up to the sleeping girl, putting his hand around her waist. She awoke with a start, then laughed when she saw her intruder.<BR>"It's you."<BR>"I did tell you to bring me along, did I not, when you planned your next escape?" The speaker, a young man about her age with laughing green eyes the color of the grasslands, and with strongly chiseled features that showed up on his tanned skin.<BR>"You wouldn't have made it over the fence."<BR>"Maybe so. Anyway, why didn't you accept his offer? Then you could help us all get out of this situation."<BR>"He's hit me five times, and all five times he offered me the same choice. What makes you think that he means it?"<BR>He only sighed, then sank to the floor to stare at the ceiling.<BR><BR>"Do you still remember the night sky?"<BR>"How can I forget the one thing that offers me solace?" Alayna replied.<BR>"I have something for you." He reached into his tunic, drawing forth a dagger, standard issue to most of the men around, but something never seen on a slave.<BR>"Where did you get it from?"<BR>"Here and there."<BR><BR>After she had returned to her slumber, the blade comfortably nested in a fold of her dress, he had crept out, and walked over to the officer who had questioned Alayna before.<BR>"I have planted the dagger on her already."<BR>"Excellent. I will see to it that she gets caught tomorrow, for possessing a dangerous weapon."<BR>"My freedom?"<BR>"It is yours already. All you need to do is to walk out of the camp."<BR>"I will leave now."<BR>"One last thing."<BR>"Yes?"<BR>"I do not allow those who have done a secret job for me to leave so easily."<BR>A dagger whistled through the air, landing squarely in his chest.
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Postby Elf_Sheen » Sun Jan 26, 2003 10:06 pm

<i>The dark figure didn't much like the Elf girl she was escorting. She seemed much to joyous to be a thrall. The figure had lead on like they were going back to the dorms but she sensed something else and decided that perhaps a bit of punishment was needed to get this girl back into shape . . . even if she wasn't lying. Who cared anyway? They were thralls, little more than scum in the scheme of things.</i><BR><BR>"This way, Girl."<BR><BR><i>The Figure hissed and they walked around a bend that would start taking them up the stairs. The girl walked along non to merrily now. The figure smiled with satisfaction, though none could see her face, only her dark eyes as they glittered from under her cowl.<BR><BR>There was something else out there, the Figure stopped a moment and looked around. She didn't have time to check everything out and could see nothing so they proceeded. She hated this shift, it was ludicrous, this was the first night in a while there had been anybody wondering about besides herself and a few others that Melkor had placed on the graveyard shift.<BR><BR>The two reached the top of the stairs, the girl seemed tired, almost as if she hadn’t slept for sometime. The figure was quick to note this and wondered what had really been taking place. The figure reached a dark room and pushed open the door with a loud crash. There inside another figure was laying in the straw. The figure pushed the Elf through the door and slammed it.<BR><BR>She then went to the next room where a few men were gathered. The bright light in the room was absorbed by the figures cloak and all stood up in alarm at her entry, yet quickly relaxed when she lowered her hood so they could see who she was.</i><BR><BR>“Shane, you nearly scared me.” <BR><BR><i>Said a tall man who was clothed in the attire of an Easterling. He smiled and then sat down again and began writing out on a piece of parchment. Shane took a seat in front of his desk and stared at his work. The man looked up from his work and noted the impatient look on the Woman’s face. He still found it hard to believe that she was serving Melkor, her sharp Elven features and beauty contrasted greatly with the black garb she wore and the dark look in her green ringed eyes.</i><BR><BR>“You have something more to say, Dark Elf?”<BR><BR>“Yes, I brought another Elf up to these dorms here. I found her wandering the corridors.”<BR><BR><i>The man looked at her a moment in disbelief but knew better than to question what she had said. He dapped his quill in ink and began writing again. He could feel her gaze upon him and looked up at her again.</i><BR><BR>“I’m a very busy man, Shane. What more do you want?”<BR><BR>“Why do you continue to put up with that girl escaping all the time? You offer her something else, she refuses every time, and you end up having to deal with her running away again and again. Why?”<BR><BR><i>The Easterling was growing impatient with such nonsense and went back to his work.</i><BR><BR>“You know why, Shane Elfsheen, you know.”<BR><BR>“Indeed, I do. I guess I just don’t understand such nonsense.”<BR><BR><i>Shane stood to leave, dawing her cowl back over her face. The other men that were scattered about the small room all nodded to her in a respected farewell. The Dark elf returned the nod and before she left she turned back to face the Easterling behind the desk.</i><BR><BR>"The Elf Girl is to be given a lengthy list of chores and if they're not completed a punishment will be delt out."<BR><BR><i>With that the Dark Elf vanished in the shadows of teh corridors and such. The Man only shook his head and went back to writting in his Log.<BR><BR>This night . . .</i>
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Postby green_sleeves » Wed Feb 12, 2003 10:42 pm

<i>Drealene flung herself againt the door the moment it was closed and barred only to slump down to the straw covered floor in bitter dispair and aunguish. The young elf pulled her knees up to her chin and covered them with her tattered simple dress that she herself had made from what material she could find.<BR><BR>Resting her chin on her knees she stared into the darkness only to realize that there were eyes staring back at her. Once her vision became accustomed to the darkness the Elf could see the outline of another figure laying in the straw staring at her. Drealene glanced around the room but found nobody else, just that figure laying in the straw.</i><BR><BR>"Please, could you tell me where I am?"<BR><BR><i>Drealene asked, her voice seemed much too loud for the small room and she was slightly spooked by the sound of it as is beat of the stone walls. She waited patiently for an answer. As she waited her thoughts strayed to that of her friends, Helm and Palarran. She wondered how she would send word to them of her where-a-bouts and how best to tell them not to worry about her for she would be ok. Yet she had no idea wether or not she would be ok, or if she would even be able to return to her normal Dorms. As she thought the silence of the romm was disturbed by a choked and fragil voice of a woman, or so Drealene assumed by it's pitch . . .</i>
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