The Hunt for Morgoth is on!!

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Postby Ruccus » Sat Jan 18, 2003 10:43 am

The battle had raged for days, vicious and bitter. Much blood was spilled from both sides, but most was the black, tortured blood of the Orcs of Morgoth. The Orcs at this time were still weak (no race such as the Uraki had been sporned) but their numbers had been superior to that of the Children of Iluvator and the Dwarves that had moved themselves form their crafts in the Mountains to fight the might of Morgoth.<BR>Bodies were piled high, fair faces interwove with that of the mutilated Orcs. Blood stained the ash that lay before the Gates. Crows and Ravens circled the battlefield, searching for unlooked for victims, mainly the bitter meat of the Orcs, as no one cared for them. The elves and the dwarves searched through the bodies for their kith and kin. The Dwarves enraged by the death of their people defiled the carcasses of the Orcs and piled them high, and burned them. The bodies smouldered for weeks afterwards, but people do not remember the masses as of the dead as high as they were. The older the elves get the smaller the piles get as they try to forget, but it comes in dreams and the wake, with the memories of such hideous faces, that wreck of peoples lying, layer upon layer on the soaked field. The latter part of the battle had been fought on top of the victims that had fallen to either side.<BR>There was deathly silence; people felt too much sorrow to cry out. The silence was not the lack of sound, but the sound seemingly made when a person can make no sound. Then a breeze sprang from the tops of the Iron Mountains, under whose shadows they had done battle. But it was a wholesome, refreshing feeling, not that of the fowl crafts of Morgoth. It was the Eagles, which had returned from their search beyond these mountains, and they had news to report. But they were still a long way off and none save the Eyes of Aule and Tulkas could make them out. But the beating of their wings was great.<BR><BR>Ruccus dug through the piles of the Orcs, cursing under his breath, for he did not like to disturb the deathly silence that raged across the field. He found the body of the one he had been looking for. His son lay there in the breeze; the hairs of a beard newly grown fluttered gently, his youthful, gentile face was unsullied by the Orcs that he had cleaved, winning himself great honour forever in the halls of the Fathers. His father looked at him for a long while, then pulled him from the carnage that had engulfed him and many of his kin. Ruccus drew him to the forests that stood not far from where the battle had laid. He unfastened the armour and the mail, and pealed away the leather jerkin that lay below the mail. There he saw great wounds, in the places where the armour had been weakest. Scimitars and ugly knives had done their work well but at a terrible price; the loose of a son to a father that had loved him greatly, too much perhaps. But now that love was in vain, for parents should not have to bury their own children.<BR>
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Postby Raven_Wolfsong » Sat Jan 18, 2003 1:10 pm

<i>A cloaked figure rode a 16hh black Arab stallion through the mounds of the dead. They looked straight ahead not allowing themselves to look at the mutilated bodies, The cloaked head suddenly swung down and rested on the head of Hallim, the figure dismounted and knelt beside the body of their father. The figure screamed, a screamed that was filled with hatred. Standing up quickly the hood fell from their head to reveal a pale face with a head of raven black hair that was cut short, black eyes and slightly extended canines. She moved slightly to miss her father and threw-up over a Yrch, as she righted herself the world spun and Voronwer, her mount, walked up behind her putting his head against her back to steady his mistress. She climbed back on him tears running down her pale cheeks carving lines through the mud and blood that covered her. She pushed Voronwer towards the woods and rested her hand on Gayaer her sword that hung at her waist, with an assortment of throwing knieves. Over her back was slung her bow, Dinaer, and a quiver of arrows.<BR><BR>Hatred and anger rose up in her as they entered the woods she would kill them, every last one of them!! Heat started coursing through her veins and Voronwer threw her backing away. His mistress was changing before his eyes, he hated it when she did this. She looked down at herself and gasped, she'd done it again. She had let her anger get the better of her she had turned into the balrog with whos blood she shared her pure elvish blood. She quickly calmed herself down, which was easier saud than done, and returned to her usual form. She was Raven Wolfsong again, breathing a sigh of relief she walked up to her horse who was shaking and the whites of his eyes could be seen.</i><BR><BR>"Amin hiraetha." (I'm sorry) <BR><BR><i>Her quiet voice said, Voronwer whickered gently and she mounted her loyal steed feeling very humble. As she rode in silence she came across a dwarf kneeling over what looked like his son. Her quiet voice called again, quiet it mat have been but it could be heard clearly.</i><BR><BR>"If its any conselation everyonelost someone dear to their hearts, you do not suffer alone."<BR><BR><i>He looked up at her seeing her eyes were red and blotchy he saw she spoke truth.</i><BR><BR>((OOC: I hope that this is alright and that I can join, if not just ignore this post.))
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Postby Ruccus » Sat Jan 18, 2003 4:35 pm

((That is fine, just post your Bio in the OOC thread))<BR><BR>The Dwarf stared up at the Elf. He could see there was something that others would think of as beautiful. Sorrowful, yes but beautiful in her sadness.<BR>"If its any conselation everyonelost someone dear to their hearts, you do not suffer alone."<BR> He stared at the aftermarth of the battle. He tried to feel joy that they had won, but he couldn't. They had won, but at a terrible price; his son. and he would never forgive Morgoth for that wrong, adn all the other wrongs, that he had caused.<BR>See no body of a the Great and Terrible Lord among the dead of his minions? Do you suppose he is still in their?"
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