Over the Land That Lies East of the Moon And West of the Sun...

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Postby Tanhirion » Sun Jun 08, 2003 3:13 am

<i> The moon was riding high in the sky as the middle of the night passed as quietly as the first half of the night. Nothing was moving on the plains below, nor in the great city of Narel-Lumoth, which lay to the east. <BR> <BR> Only something was moving slowly but not seen by anyone. A small band of followers were walking slowly, unseen by anyone. For they were walking far beneath the surface of the earth. They were treading the passages of the dungeons of the Salnorians. <BR> <BR> The passage in front of them was dark, save only the light of the two torches that were being held at the front and rear of the company. The floor that they were walking on was made of solid, cold grey granit coloured marble, though the walls were also made of marble but these were made of huge slabs of the whites marble. Every 2 feet along the marble walls there was set and alcove, each were 3 feet high by 9 feet long by 4 feet deep and each alcove held the reptilian skeleton of one of the Salnorians. Each was set down to rest with his sword and shield and all kinds of jewlery. <BR> <BR> As the small band of adventures walked down the passage, a cold wind blew and the company welcomed it because it was hot and stuffy down in the passages. Suddenly as if someone or something had blown them out, the torches died and how ever much they were rekindled, the torches would not relight. <BR> <BR> As the eyes of the company became used to the dark the small group of travellers walked on down the main passage, thouhgh many smaller ones branched off and left the main one. The travellers had to use their hands for the majority of the march and only solely used their eyes when the need arose. <BR> <BR> As they continued down the passage, a sudden feeling drifted round the company, the feeling that they were being watched, but by what none of them knew by what or by who. <BR> <BR> At the front of the company was a tall, slightly wild looking elf who went by the name of Tanhirion, though he was usually refered to as Tan. His hair, though not visible in the dark was just shorter than waist lenght and was a deep blonde in colour, though had very many chesnut streaks in his hair. His eyes were a kind of blue that when you gazed into them, you trusted him completly. His ears, as were all elfs ears, pointed. At the present moment in time, Tan was cloaked in a midnight black cloak, but this time he had the cloak's hood down. Unde his cloak however, was the most imaculate suit of plate mail that existed in Middle Earth. Each plate was a different shade of grey, one was a purple-grey and the next was a cold steely grey. The plates themselves, each and everyone of them had been enchanted so they would weight next to nothing and make no sound as he walked or ran. His body was covered in the plate mail, apart from the low part of his arm, his hands and his head. <BR> <BR> His hands, well one of them was holding the torch above his head, thus to shine light on the floor infront of him, the other was at his side holding the hilt of a sword, while the brother of that sword was still sheathed but upon his opposite side. The blades of the two swords were longer than the blades of long swords, but not as long as the blade of a two-handed sword. The blades, colourwise were a deep pale blue though they would change colour when he was in battle. The hilts were forged from iron, to give them its strenght but the blades were fashioned out of Mithril. At the endof each hilt was the head of a creature, a dragons head on the hilt of the sword for his right hand and an eagle for the sword on his left. <BR> <BR> Tan also had a secret, which he had told no one, save his brother who had the same secret as he. <BR> <BR> Suddenly the torches were rekindled, but what they saw was not what the expected....</i>
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Postby narnensul » Mon Jun 09, 2003 5:39 pm

Blade like, metal fingers clicked in the heavy silence of the marbled halls as if the woman was cracking her knuckles. The sound carried on for an hour, never breaking the rhythm, never missing a beat. <BR> <BR>Anarya's right hand looked as though her bones were dipped in a liquid metal, it moved much like the other hand, with exception of flesh. The fingers were elongated and sharpened until they resembled four thin daggers with joints, leaving the steel thumb blunt. When she fought, she locked the joints and the seams disappeared without a trace, giving her sharp and deadly weapons. The skeleton of metal continued along her wrist and disappeared into the shadows of the muddy trench coat. <BR> <BR>Some said every bone in her body was of steel but no one dared ask her. She had dark hair, black at times but when the sun was at its full height, there was a faint glimmer of brown. Her face was pleasant, tanned from travelling but worn, as if she had carried one too many burdens over the years and was now in the process of recovering. Her eyes were usually sharp but at the moment they were glazed over and dead in deep thought. <BR> <BR>The elf's way of dress was queer, she wore a burgundy bodice and a brown, leather trench coat that matched her pants and mud caked, knee high boots. But that was not the unusual aspect of her fashion, caught in the wind of the halls were several brightly colored scarves, all made of light material, attached to her belt or tied around arms and legs. They made it easy for her to be seen at night and even easier during the day...if she were any other person. But all of Anarya's movements were erratic and powerful, she lacked fluidity that many possessed though it did not hinder her. Behind all her actions there was a high degree of control and strength which gave her much more speed than any of her elvish kin. <BR> <BR>Anarya stayed in the rear, holding one of the torches. She studied the dead Salnorians, laying in their final resting places, undisturbed for many years. The dungeons were sealed off and forgotten many years ago by most, but stories still passed through the lips of elders. Which was what attracted Anarya to the place, not the halls itself, but why it was sealed. The woman was an adventurer, a hunter of relics, a chaser of myths, a restless soul. She met Tanhirion when she swept through Narel-Lumoth. They shared a mutual friend and he was seeking her as much as she sought him. <BR> <BR>Anarya was examining a name carved above one Salnorian's tomb when the torch in her left hand died. Other people in the company had the same problem but the wind in the halls was too weak to extinguish their sources of light and at once she began to suspect something. The adventurers were forced to move in the darkness and an uneasy feeling was touched at the bottom of all their stomachs. <BR> <BR>Anarya shifted her position to the front of the group alongside Tanhirion. In the dark she detected a slight hint of surprise when he looked to his left. Though they had been traveling for a few days together with the company, he still was not accustomed to her abrupt arrivals and departures. <BR> <BR>"Something is amiss." <BR> <BR>The last word had just left her lips when the torches flared up. Anarya closed her eyes instinctively for a moment in response to the bright light. <BR> <BR><i>Click</i> <BR> <BR>The familiar noise was louder this time, the four fingers locked into blades at the same time when she opened her eyes. In front of the group stood two Salnorians. Not alive but dead. Their simple swords were drawn, the tips rested on the ground while their dead grasp held the handles. Anarya took a few steps closer, her crude hand still in fighting position, she seemed to be drawn to the lonely figures. The decaying clothing on their parchment like skin was that of guards, plain but allowing great movement. She thrust the torch close to one of the Salnorians faces, the eye sockets were hollowed and their cheeks sunken. <BR> <BR>She turned to Tanhirion but found his gaze not on the soldiers, but what they guarded in their next life. A few feet behind them were two great doors, twice the height of the elf. Sharp runes were carved carefully and deeply into the stone doors but there were no handles. Tanhirion located two vertical slits in the doors, presumably for keys but what and where were they? Anarya sought the same answers, but found them faster than her companion. <BR> <BR>"Their swords."
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Postby Tanhirion » Mon Jun 09, 2003 9:08 pm

<i>Tan tried to push the door but to no avail. The door was heavy, made of some material that he, nor Anarya could identify, even though they had been studying the Salnorians for most of their life and they knew every custom of the Salnorians, every tactic they used in battle and more besides that. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> Tan then picked up one of the long, broad swords, as Anarya had done with the other sword, which the Salnorian had been holding. The blades came away easily, for there grip had been loosen since they had passed away, standing guard as they had done for at least 30,000 years or maybe more, but what they had been gaurded they did not know, as of yet... <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> When they tried to slot the long, broad blades swords, they slid flawlessly into the recess's made for them. There was no sound as they were slide in, save only the click when the sword had been pushed in up to the hilt. The doors, with the sound as if many cogs had been moving behind the door, suddenly became lighter than they were before as if someone had changed the material from what-ever-it-was, to a feather light stone. Then with one look at Aranya, who nodded at him, then a look back at the rest of his companions, he opened the door <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> But he didn't touch it... <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> This was the secret that he had kept secret all these years, and his brother had kept the same secret. They both had the power to move things with their minds, summon them towords them or if the need arose to fight with their minds.No one though that Tan had done anything, but Anarya might have guessed. When the doors had begun to swing open, she had first looked at the doors, then he gaze had left the doors, but had settled on the face of Tan, but the expression on her face, Tan couldn't read. But he, when the doors had fully opened, drew out both his blades and then walked into the darkness with the others, including Anarya close behind him into the darkness that lay undisturbed behind the doors for 30,000 years or more. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> But what lay before them, but behind the doors, was not what any of the suspected. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> They had walked into a high celling room, for it was so high, they could not see the roof, or maybe it was so beacause there was no llight in the room, save the light given out by the flaming torches, which were being carried by the company. The walls of the room were still fashioned, from what they couold see, out of the same white marble and the floor, still from the same grey granit marble, but there was something different about the walls which came to Tan's attention. The walls, it seemed, no longer had the alcoves cut into to them, quite the opposite now, for the wall now looked to be more some than any of the walls the company had passed.</i> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> Lets split up, but go carefully because of the many traps thet they have,or could have laid. But do not stray far from each other. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> <i> The company parted into groups of two and then they set of to explore the room. They all made there way to the edges of the room, firstly to look at the walls, but also to see if there were any passages that led into this chamber which they were now inside. They found none, so they continued their seach inwards, towards the center of the great room, where prehaps their fear also dwelt. For sure enough, when they reached the center of the room, they found though it was quite unexpected, not total suprised, they found, what looked to be and alter. This was diiferent to the roof, for the one reason. It was made solely from gold, solid 24 carrat gold. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR> But only on closer inspection did any of them find out that it was not an alter, but instead it was a tomb...
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Postby Maltahísiëien_Grishgib » Tue Jun 10, 2003 11:35 am

Deep within its coffin, the creature Eraran awoke. It had been trapped within its grave, tomb, prison, for more time than it could count. But the doors were open, and the spell of eternal sleep had been broken. <i>By Whom?</i> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>It slowly moved its tiny legs which had grown stiff from years of sleep, but still quite funtional. Its eyes stared blindly at the lid of its prison. Unblinking, for it has no eye lids. Its body covered in a light pelt of fur. Then covered with the rags of cloth placed on him during the ritual of sleep. It was a small creature, the size of an infant and only weighing 4 pounds. Its teeth, every one of them, were sharp as tiny daggers and its hands and feet hid retractible claws that were strong enough to rip through any flesh, even Salnorian's. It was an experiment created to destroy all enemies to the Salnorians, a failed experiment. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>One thought continued to flow through its mind. <i>I must become complete... Must complete my mission... </i> <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>It began to press against the top of the tomb. Pressing, hoping to become free and obtain the rest of its being. The part of him that the Salnorians had removed inorder to imprison their mistake. Its power... Hidden somewhere in the Land that lies East of the Moon and West of the Sun.... <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>Voices suddenly pierced the silence within which Eraran had grown accustom to. It became very quiet. <i> They may open it... Free it... <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>Elves? What are elves doing in its tomb? </i> <BR> <BR> <BR>The creature placed itself against the wall of its prison to hear the noises outside. There where many out there wandering about. The noises grew closer than stopped. They were right outside the grave, the tomb. Eraran held its breath. Didn't make any sound. Waited. <BR> <BR> <BR> <BR>It waited, waited for them to set it free. To unleash their own doom apon Middle Earth...
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Postby narnensul » Fri Jun 13, 2003 11:42 am

Anarya broke into a group with Tanhirion. The wild elf was more than he seemed but she said nothing. She had seen his look at her afterwards, he was checking whether she noticed his moving the doors. There was worry, a little spark of it beneath his stolid expression.<BR><BR>Anarya moved swiftly ahead of them as they studied the perimeter of the room. The walls and floors were smooth, if there were any traps, her quick reactions would be her only savior. She was wary, more so than some of the others, they had not the experience with such places. The elf had seen even the most seasoned of explorers die from simple traps, some even primitive. A crude blade and latch severed a long time friend of hers and wanderer in two while they searched for a rare climbing plant in a crumbling manor.<BR><BR>The woman dropped to one knee and peered at the Salnorian floor. It seemed like marble but something in her head tugged at her and she had to find out. Anarya ran her bladed fingers over it in a quick slash and saw no mark, no scratch.She frowned and thrust a torch to the ground. A few moments passed by, she then removed the light and immediately placed her flesh hand where it had been. A fellow traveler cried out in alarm but Anarya did not draw away. It was as cool as it had been maybe even more so. Her frown did not diminish, instead she drew blood from her palm. She smeared the red liquid on the floor and placed her face only a few inches away. And before her eyes, the blood began to seep into the floor.<BR><BR>"...Mass sacrifices."<BR><BR>Anarya murmured quietly to herself as she wiped her hand on her pants. For half an hour she studied the floors and walls, even the torch brackets. Her colorful scarves were blurs but sometimes when she paused they would stop their movement and float to rest. Her quick eyes now came upon the golden tomb. She inhaled sharply when she first noticed it, it took her breath, but in a very unpleasant way.<BR><BR>Something did not seem right, something was amiss. Anarya made a wide circle around the tomb, there were markings on the lid and sides. But they were no use to her, they were worn too badly for her to make out the runes. There were few who could in Middle Earth. She glanced around at her companions' faces. <BR><BR>One at a time her fingers began to lock into blades. This was too easy, too simple. Her instincts told her to go for it, but in her mind she resisted. Which one was she to choose? In the end she sided with her mind, there was a catch, but what it was, she did not know.<BR><BR>"I've lead and protected you as far as you asked of me...<BR><BR>Her voice trailed off when she saw two of the travellers draw their swords, but they did not hold them in regular fashion. Instead, Anarya recognized their grip to be that of the Salnorians. They walked awkwardly, as if it were their first time as they slowly drew towards the rest of the company. Reptilian-like eyes took the place of their human feature. And Anarya's thoughts were confirmed, it was not going to be easy as they thought. In a loud voice, she bellowed towards the remaining adventurers.<BR><BR>"They are possessed by the two gaurds and are not doing this on their free will. Disarm only! Do not hurt them!"
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Postby Arwen902 » Fri Jun 13, 2003 1:18 pm

<BR><i>Unnoticed so far by the group of travellers, a tall female elf stood in the thick shadows on one side of the door. If any person looked her way they either would miss her completely or mistake her for one of them. <BR><BR>She was wearing a black cloak that reached the floor and was dusty and ripped around the hem and was pulled around her body to hide her clothes. The hood of the cloak was pulled up to completely cover her hair and shadow her features even more.<BR><BR>An amused smile touched the blood red lips as she watched the travellers search the room for traps. They were wasting their time. If the Salnorians had put any traps in here they would be near the center, near the tomb. Not that they needed traps. The thing inside the tomb was dangerous enough on its own.<BR><BR>That was why the she-elf had been following these travellers. For a reason she didn't know her master wanted the whole company, these travellers and the thing inside the tomb. Her job was to lead them away from this place and wait for further orders. She didn't know anymore than this and was very curious, she knew what the creature was but nothing more and she had learnt from experience not to ask questions.<BR><BR>Reflexively Dahlia rubbed the brand mark on her left wrist. The red eye of Sauron had been branded onto her flesh as punishment for refusing a mission because she thought she didn't have enough information and it seemed like a suicide mission.<BR><BR>Suddenly, two of the travellers drew their swords and began to walk towards the others, possessed by the two guards. One of the women shouted,</i><BR><BR>They are possessed by the two gaurds and are not doing this on their free will. Disarm only! Do not hurt them!<BR><BR><i>One of the "guards" moved very close by Dahlia, causing a cloud of dust to blow up in her face. She coughed and sighed, realising that this would not be as easy as she'd thought. Stepping forward she struck the closest man hard on the back of the neck with her elbow, he stumbled and fell to the ground. <BR><BR>Dahlia hadn't wanted to reveal her position to the travellers so soon but she needed them to release the creature or she couldn't do her job.</i>
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Postby Tanhirion » Fri Jun 13, 2003 2:54 pm

<i>Tan saw, suddenly without warning, one of the possessed travellers, drop their sword and them watched as a shadow appear, briefly, knocking the traveller to the ground. Suddenly the right foot of Tan suddenly fell into the floor of the chamber and within a split second of actually tripping the trap, he knew what would happen.<BR><BR> As he thought , a long, stout blade, slid out from the wall nearest and was aiming straight for Tan's head. He knew what would happen, this happened to be a standard Salnorian trap. As the blade slid silently towards his head, he backfliped the blade with ease, considering the fact that under his cloak that he was fully armoured. He landed softly and, without knowong what the blade would do, the blade slid back at his head, he only managed to flip the blade and though he didn't know what was happening, he mis-timed his jump. The blade slide through his upper arm, not seeming to be hindered by the the armour. The blade cut through the flesh of his upper arm.<BR><BR> He sank to the floor, not knowing what damage had been done by the blade. He called to the company and they all followed out of that room into the corridor from which they had had entered the tomb. On the way out one of the travellers, a human from the city of Narel Lumoth, had ran passed the tomb in the center, and had triggered another trap. This time a hammer swung down and had missed the human who had, unawear of the hammer swinging towards him, had kept on running. The hammer smashed straight into the tomb in the middle of the room.<BR><BR> <BR> A shadow rose from the floor and taht was the last that Tan could see as he shut the door behind him, and also drawing out the sword-keys, thus locking the door. Tan sank to the floor of the corridor. The torches were still burning and Tan could see clearly what damage had he had suffered from the trap. Anarya came over to sit next to him. The only thing he said to her, though he didn't look at her was....</i><BR><BR><BR> What have we done...
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Postby narnensul » Fri Jun 13, 2003 5:48 pm

Anarya was ready for something to happen when the events did come to pass. She disarmed one of the fellow travellers as he took a swing at her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the other fall into the shadows. She knew neither of them personally but felt obligated to protect them and see them out of the tombs alive. She pulled as many as she could out, most were too stunned to move, others wounded or trapped.<BR><BR>Many sprinted out of the tombs and to Narel Lumoth but there were a few who stayed with her. She heard Tan yelling to her and the others, his voice was lost in the sounds of metal and grinding, but she could read his lips. Blades came shot up from the floors, one of the possessed companions was pierced at least twenty times in the chest. His eyes were human again and as she looked at him, he mouthed the words, "Help me". Blood gurgled in his throat and ran out of the corners of his mouth. His eyes glassed over as blades kept peircing his body over and over again. It was then she realized the floor could sense weight and would shoot blades up wherever the weight was.<BR><BR>Anarya sprinted as fast as she could, which was faster than most. She was a colorful blur in a sea of blades and traps. The woman made it out to safety just as Tan closed the doors. What was left of the group, was not much. They all just sat or knelt or stood with arms folded. The wounded were quiet as their cuts were bound and cared for by others. Anarya sat down beside Tanhirion, it was the first time she sat down for a long while.<BR><BR>"What have we done?"<BR><BR>Tanhirion's question echoed in her mind. She had no idea, things weren't supposed to happen like that. They seemingly unleashed something the Slonarians were trying to keep trapped. That explained the mass sacrifices, the phantom gaurds, the extensive traps, why it was sealed, it explained so much and yet, so little. She noticed blood on his shirt and pulled away part of Tanhirion's sleeve to find a deep cut. She loosened a red scarf from her belt and began to bind Tan's wound. He did not do anything but allowed her to tie the piece of cloth to stop the bleeding.<BR><BR>For a while they sat in silence but suddenly Anarya rose. She held out her good hand to him. Tan looked up, he thought he saw some sort of reassuring smile on her face, but it was gone before he could be sure.<BR><BR>"Let's find out. We still have a fair team."
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Postby Tanhirion » Sat Jun 14, 2003 3:00 pm

<i> Tan looked at here and then took hold of the hand, which she had offered him, and she helped him to his feet. He then got up and walked a couple of steps away from the door and then he turn to look at the band of tried, battle scared travellers and then, then he looked down at the red scarf which Anarya had bound, just above the wound thus stopping the blood running freely. He then looked at the doors and then said to everyone that stood, sat or lay before him and said...</i><BR><BR><BR> Only those who wish, of their on free will, can come with me. I will not force you into anything that your mind and body does not or can not face. So it is your choice and then if it is fate then i say to some of you, farewell.<BR><BR><BR> <i>Some of the travellers got up and then, after saying farewell to all that wished to stay with Tan and then they trooped of down the passage from which they had first entered. Only a small number were left now, to face whatever lay beyond the door. Tan stood, on his own, furthest from the door. Anarya stood nearest the door, though here mind was floated, as Tan could tell by the expression on her face, and there were 3 others, which Tan didn't know any of them by name.<BR><BR><BR> Now that all who would willingly follow him where ready, he open the door again, himself being at the front because he thought it was his duty, and maybe his destiny to enter and to die here, though the second was still in doubt. The doors slid back as silently as they had done the first time. With swords, bows, axes and daggers drawn they entered the tomb and then stopped dead in the footsteps. The tomb looked, just as it had done when they had first entered the tomb. No bodies of the fallen were visible and the tomb, thought it had been smashed by a hammer the time before was perfectly intacted.<BR><BR><BR> Something was wrong, and Tan was determined to find out what...<BR><BR><BR> Suddenly, the stone lid of the tomb that was situated in the very heart of the room suddenly moved adn then it slid off. A shadow rose from it and then an sudden sense of fear swept over the companions. The shadow rose fromt he tomb from which it had been laying in for countless years that have all but been remembered. The shadow, or creature, which ever one it was glided out of the door from whioch they had entered and vanished, as the light from the torches hit the shapeless cloud. Aa if acting on instinct, Tan ran after the creature and out, flying as if on wings, down the passag down which they had walked first and then out. Out on to the world which was, as the moment covered in light as the sun was setting ina ball of fire over the city of Narel Lumoth. The creatur or so it had seemed had disappeared so the only thing they could do was to go back down into the city, or stay where they were and camp here, where they were. <BR><BR><BR> Tan decided he would stay where he was and tose who wished could stay with him. they all decided to stay, as there was no point going back to the city at this time.<BR><BR> Tan got a fire lit and then they all sat down round it and they all said nothing. One by one they went to sleep until own, it seemed Tan was asleep. he got up and then looked at the sleeping friend round the fire. he tough to himself </i><b>"Why did I drag them into this, this is not there peril or doom, it is mine..."</b><i> He walked little way from the company and then sat down on his own to think. He unsheathed his swords and then laid them down on the ground infront of him. He then let his mind float free, above all the questions which his mind wished and willed to know the answer. And then let his mind fall upon the swords. They then as if two invisible swords were holding them they raised and floated in the air, facing each other. And then they turned to face a shadow that had crept up on him and the he turned to face the shadow, but hen his mind relaxed a touch as he realised who it happen to be...</i>
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Postby Maltahísiëien_Grishgib » Sat Jun 14, 2003 8:48 pm

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Postby Maltahísiëien_Grishgib » Sat Jun 14, 2003 9:36 pm

The air outside the tomb was different from what it remembered. Eraran gasped at its first breath of fresh air before continuing its run away from its prison. Freedom, but the job was still to be done. <BR><BR>For a moment, it stood and looked about the land it had once known. Much different from what it remembered, the land was wild. The great Salnorian city was gone and replacing it was a human city in the distance. Its reptilian eyes scanned the horizon to figure out the directions of its self. The part of it that would make Eraran whole. The smell of flesh quickly flowed from the human city and Eraran's stomach began to growl with a ferocious appetite. <BR><BR><b>Maybe I can stop for a quick snack before I journey onward. I mustn't be hasty. </b><BR><BR>Eraran quickly walked toward the human village with all of his teeth clearly visible in its wicked smile. Many people were walking along the road to and from the city. However, none saw or took any notice of Eraran. It had a strange air about it that sometimes caused them to shiver, but it was quite fast enough to evade eyesight. <BR><BR> A human walking down the road caught its attention first. It was riding a large beast to which it couldn't remember exactly what the beast was called. However, the beast became frantic as the human tried to make it walk down the road toward Eraran's hiding place. The beast soon dismounted the rider and ran away. The human cursed his ill luck and the stupidity of the horse.<BR><BR><i>Horse! That is what the beast was called.</i><BR><BR>The man, red in face with anger, continued down the road toward the village. He, however, never made it there. <BR><BR>In a quick sweep, the man was away from the road and no where to be found. The horse stood at least half a league away waiting for its master to return, only to see the creature crawl from its hiding place licking its blood stained hands and face. The fur around its hands and mouth were always a reddish tint, but not because of the color of the fur. <BR><BR>The horse quickly bolted at the sight of Eraran, but that only made it laugh. It was not interested in wild prey. Not until it had become whole again. However, for the moment, its appetite was not settled. One of its many flaws, it took a large quantity of meat to fill the void the creature called its stomach. Never the less, its size never changed at least not until it obtained its full power again.<BR><BR>Eraran threw aside the cloth that it had used to wipe away some leftovers. The rest of the remains were of no use to it. They would remain by the road until some beast carries them off for their own meal. <BR><BR>It then turned and continued toward the village. <i>Yes. That village should be large enough to sustain me for the begining of my vernture.</i>
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Postby Arwen902 » Mon Jun 16, 2003 12:16 pm

<BR><i>Dahlia wandered up to the camp and saw the huddle of sleeping bodies. "So peaceful," she thought, "almost as if they were dead." She had followed them from the hall, at a much slower pace, as she had nothing to fear from Salnorian traps or even the creature itself. As far as she was concerned they were on the same side. <BR><BR>She walked slowly around the ring of bodies, murmuring softly to herself an old rhyme that her father used to sing as he looted the bodies left after a battle.</i> <BR><BR><b>Here a group of soldiers stood,<BR>Fighting on the side of good.<BR>I've fought these soldiers here before,<BR>But now these soldiers are no more.</b><BR><BR>Her father had done the same kind of work as her...until he died...She felt no guilt for his death anymore. Guilt was a weakness that Dahlia couldn't afford. Over the years the things she'd done had hardened her soul to steel. She felt no sympathy for anything or anyone anymore.<BR><BR>She stopped by the smouldering ashes of a fire and turned her face to the wind. She had let her black hood down after leaving the tomb, revealing long, wavy, almost black hair that had a strange streak of pure white running through it. Her skin was pale, almost white in contrast with her hair but her deep green eyes stood out. <BR><BR>Glancing down at the ashes once more she spoke a word in the black speech, quietly enough so no-one would hear, and a spark jumped from the Fire Ring of Mordor on her left hand to set the logs blazing again. This done, she turned and began walking slowly to the sitting figure of Tan not far away.</i>
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Postby Tanhirion » Mon Jun 16, 2003 2:40 pm

<i>Tan was still awake when the sun rose over the vally to the west. He had not closed his eyes all night. The rest of the friends, could see this, since Tan's eyes were red and he was stiff when he got up. He tried to concel the fact that he was tired, but he couldn't. They all asked Tan weather he wanted to sleep, but since the sun had now fully risen, he could not, so he told the others of his plan of action.<BR><BR><BR> He told them how, he thought, the creature had run from the passage and then, as far as he could work out, had turned west and had followed the pasth down the hill side and on to the city. He then told the company tht he would, and those that followed him, were to go down into the city and pick up things that they would need, and see if anyone was willing to accompany yhen on there journey.<i><BR><BR><BR> Does anyone have any other ideas on what we should do now...<BR>
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Postby Maltahísiëien_Grishgib » Tue Jun 17, 2003 9:04 am

Eraran woke from its rest when the first light of morning rose in the blood stained sky. It had been an eventfull evening. It rose and stretched pushing aside the body of a villiager half-eaten. The village was completely quiet. Even the birds hadn't come out of hiding. But that was to be expected. There was no one left to make noise for the village they all had served their purpose to Eraran and given him strength to begin its quest.<BR><i><BR>Maybe I should have a morning snack before leaving...<BR></i><BR>It got up and walked over to a house that, from the outside, appeared as empty as the rest of the village. However, apon entering, a small whine came from the attic. A woman huddled in the corner of the attic held the ripped shirt of her husband. However, her pain was now short lived.<BR><BR>After its snack, Eraran left the human village in search of the rest of its being. The only clue it had was that it was hidden in a temple that resided East of the Moon and West of the sun. But where could such a place be? Maybe the answer would be in the Salnorian city, just South of where it now was. <BR><BR>It walked into a local store and approached the counter. The previous shopkeeper was slumped against the far wall. His arm still holding the sword that he used in an attempt to protect himself. It walked over to some of the clothing it could use. A long gray cloak caught its eyes. The cloak was apparently well made. The material was light, but very strong, but much to long for Eraran. <BR><BR>It made its way over to the fallen shopkeeper and ripped the sword from his hands. It then cut the cloak down to a size more suitable for Eraran's height. The cloak flowed around Eraran and was silky to the touch. Eraran twirled around the room for a while, just for the pleasant feeling of the flowing cape. <BR><BR><i>That is enough fun for now.</i> It then removed the ceremonial dress and slipped into some hobbit sized clothing from a smaller shelf. The clothes, even though they were of the smallest size, were rather baggy on the creature. How it wished it was in its true form so that such ackward clothing would not be needed. It would be able to dawn its armor, also hidden with its powers. <BR><BR>With that, it grabbed a small hunting knife, just incase it ever needed such and a small supply of rations. Eraran then exited, leaving the store's door wide open.<BR><BR>Eraran started on its way South, but stopped when the scent of elves caught it. <i>So. The elves survived the traps and are heading to the human town. How fitting that those who let me out are the firsts to observe my art. </i><BR><BR>A smile crossed the creatures lips, showing its sharp teeth, slightly red from the earlier feast. Its unblinking eyes following the shadows of the elves as they started their walk toward the village. But Eraran had no time for pleasurable dautling(sp?), it must find the holding temple. It must regain its true power and crush the enemies of the Salnorian empire. <BR><BR>The creature turned and continued on its journey South. Only seen, as a shadow moving across the grassy field as a piece of cloth blown by the wind. It disappeared over the horizon, its leaving only caught by the eyes of one elf, but not acknowledged as anything important.<BR>
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Wed Jun 18, 2003 12:34 pm

Rían walked slowly within this company of strangers, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She had not meant to join these people on whatever quest they were on; her curiosity had simply gotten the better of her. She had seen them, a quiet company moving stealthily in the moonlight through the great city of Narel-Lumoth, as she had been journeying to the Harad, on her way back from an assignment in the East. They had not seen her; seemingly intent on going wherever they were going. Her interested had been aroused, and leaving Mithuial grazing quietly near a field, she had cast the grey hood of her cloak over her face, and followed them at a distance, quietly, until they went down, into the dungeons of the city. Then, eager to see where they were going and why, she had moved up, near the queer she-Elf at the rear of the company. The she-Elf had paid her little attention; even when Rían had murmured a soft “Hail, Lady!” the she-Elf had not even turned to look at her, and this had unnerved Rían slightly. <i>It is almost like she does not even see me.</i> Rían shrugged, and left her, and joined the group of people in the middle. None of the company, which was made up of Elves and Men, spoke to each other. Most of them seemed to be strangers to one another, and they were not surprised to see Rían amongst them, and seemed to accept her as just one more of the company.<BR><BR>Rían was a tall girl of 5’9”, and matched most of the Men in height, yet she seemed rather short among the Elves that were present. Her thick, russet-brown hair, waist-length, was plaited and tied up with a ribbon, hidden beneath her deep grey hood and cloak, but her green eyes sparkled with a sense of adventure as they caught the faint light of the torch at the head of the group. She was dressed in an almost unconscious echo of the Rangers – a green shirt, with black riding pants, and well-worn black leather boots. At her side was girt the elvish sword, <i>Mashiara</i>, in it’s plain leather scabbard, and across her back was slung her longbow of ash-wood and her quiver of arrows. She found herself wishing that she had brought the small chest in which she kept the ‘equipments’ of her occupation. Still, she felt cheered at the thought that she had least brought a few of the herbs and plants and potions with her, hidden in a pouch attached to her belt. <i>It might prove useful later.</i><BR><BR>The dungeons were little to Rían’s liking; she hated dark and gloomy places, and those <i>things</i> in the walls were... sickening. Rían shuddered, once again wondering what she had gotten herself into. When the leader and his companion, the she-Elf Rían had first seen, took the swords from the dead guards and opened the doors with them, a part of Rían had wanted to scream aloud and stop them. She was filled with an uneasiness, and felt that whatever lay beyond those doors should remain there. She followed the rest of them in, nonetheless, but stopped as soon as she entered the room proper. Yet when the leader, a slightly wild-looking Elf, suggested they split up and explore the room, Rían did not move. Instead, she stood where she had stopped, near the one of doors, looking back every few minutes, to the tunnel they had come through, and then turning again and watching the company as they made their way slowly to the centre of the room. She hardly heard the she-Elf speaking, her mind working rapidly. <i>This is not good. This does not feel... right. There is something very wrong here...</i> And just then, she was proved right. Two of the company had begun to act strangely, and the she-Elf cried out, “<i>They are possessed by the two guards and are not doing this on their free will. Disarm only! Do not hurt them!</i>” “Disarm only?! Is she <i>mad</i>?” thought Rían incredulously, hastily unsheathing her sword. “Those two mean to kill us!” But before Rían could move to help the others, one of the “guards” was knocked down by another she-Elf, emerging from the shadows of the other door. Rían looked at her for a few moments, her mouth open in surprise. <i>Where did she come from? She is not one of the company; or I must losing my powers of observation. Charon would not be very happy with me right now.</i><BR><BR>But Rían had no time to think any more of it. Things began to happen all at once, and the next few minutes were utter confusion, as traps were suddenly released, and the company ran out of the room, trying to avoid them, and rushed into the corridor through which they had entered. One of the Men had triggered yet another trap as he ran, and a hammer had swung down, and missing the man completely, hit the “altar” at the centre of the room. As the leader closed the door behind him, Rían noticed a shadow rising from the floor of the room. But it was only a brief vision, for in the next instant, the door slammed shut, and the Elf removed the two swords from the door, effectively locking it. He sank to the floor, and Rían noticed for the first time that he had a deep gash on his arm. The she-Elf went to sit next to him, and bound up his arm with one of the many colourful scarves she wore, and Rían, thinking how strange this all was, turned her attention to the rest of the group. Most of them had run away, not looking back. Of those that remained, some were wounded and the others were busy taking care of them and binding up their cuts and bruises. The entire company seemed to be in a daze, and quite at a loss what to do. A part of Rían wanted to follow those who had left, and not look back. This was not what she had expected. And this rag-tag company... she had sworn no oaths, nor made any promises, but simply followed them out of curiosity... there was nothing to keep her here. She did not even know what the purpose of this quest was. And yet... <i>And yet, I cannot simply abandon these people. Whatever their purpose is, it is likely they will need all the help they can get. Especially after... this.</i><BR><BR>The male Elf spoke then, and said that whoever wished to leave could do so. Many then rose and left, but some, including the strange she-Elf, stayed. Rían had already made up her mind to stay, so she simply stood, waited to hear their next move. <BR><BR>They decided to go into the room again. <i>Oh, no! Not again!</i> Rían sighed. <i>Well, this time I will go prepared.</i> She unsheathed her sword again, and held it ready as the Elves opened the door once more. The traps and damage had disappeared, but out of the "altar" the darkness she had briefly glimpsed arose once more and swept over the company in a cloud before leaving through the corridor through which they had come. The Elf sprinted after the shadow, and the rest of the company followed. Soon they were outside once more, as the sun set in a glorious blaze of colour over the horizon.<BR><BR>The company decided to remain where they were, and to make camp there. They worked quickly, and the male Elf made a fire, yet everyone kept to themselves and spoke not a word to anyone else. Rían could not understand it. <i>Why won't they talk to each other? How am I to know what they want to do, if no one talks? Unless... were talking with their minds? I know Elves have that ability....</i> She looked at them, but it didn't seem like anyone was holding a conversation. Rían realised that the other she-Elf she had seen emerge from the shadows of the doors was not with them. <i>Yet I am sure she followed us when we left the dungeons. I wonder...</i> But then she decided not to worry about it for the moment. She whistled sharply, thrice, and soon Mithuial galloped up to her. Rían led her a little way away from the camp, to a tree that was nearby. There she cast herself down and fell off to sleep.<BR><BR>She woke early the next morning, as the Sun's first rays. The male Elf was already awake, if indeed he had slept at all. Rían felt sorry for him. He looked ill, and tired and worn. Some of the company asked him whether he wanted to sleep, but he shook his head and proceeded to tell them his plan of action. Rían listened quietly, and when he said, <i>Does anyone else have any ideas on what we should do now?</i>, she spoke up. "Master Elf, I would like to know a few things. Do I have your leave to speak?" He nodded, a small smile appearing on his face. Rían didn't notice. "What is this creature you follow? What will happen if it is not stopped? And also, Master Elf, I would like to know the names of my companions. It is strange to me that you do not speak to each other much. Why is this so?" She asked these questions brashly and boldly, not caring if she sounded rude or arrogant. 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Postby Arwen902 » Wed Jun 18, 2003 12:58 pm

<BR><i>The first traces of sunlight crept over the treetops, extending upwards into the sky and mixing with the stars and moon. From where she sat, Dahlia could see the sunlight shining on the great walls of the city of Narel-Lumoth. <BR><BR>Dahlia hadn't slept all night but, unlike the male elf, Tan, she hadn't really needed to. She had sat on one of the highest branches of a tall tree that overlooked the travellers camp all night and stared at the stars. As soon as the sun rose and the camp below her started to show signs of life, Dahlia moved so she could watch them.<BR><BR>Tan was the first to speak, telling the companions what he planned to do next, Dahlia had laughed quietly to herself as she heard this, he planned to go to Narel-Lumoth but she already knew that if the city was still standing, the creature would have already made all its inhabitants into lunch. If they were really lucky there might be one person left alive. Then, a woman who Dahlia had seen at the rear of the company before, spoke, saying,</i><BR><BR>What is this creature you follow? What will happen if it is not stopped? And also, Master Elf, I would like to know the names of my companions. It is strange to me that you do not speak to each other much. Why is this so?<BR><BR><i>Dahlia dropped silently from the tree and landed on her feet. Her hood was cast back and her blood red lips and green eyes contrasted strangly with her almost white skin. The early morning sun glinted off the silver chain and ring she wore around her neck and a cold breeze whipped through the trees blowing her hair out behind her as she approached the company. She looked at each of the travellers in turn, her gaze finally resting on Tan, and said,</i><BR><BR>I know what you seek, and although I cannot tell you, <i>here she looked straight at Rían,</i> your companions names I can tell you all I know of this...creature and where to find it.
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Postby narnensul » Sat Jun 21, 2003 5:29 am

Troubled dreams visited Anarya's slumber under the darkened veil of the sky. It was the last hours of night when she awoke. The fire was still lit, warding off the creeping shadows and slinking creatures, a beacon of hope in the midst of impending doom.<BR><BR>She pushed a fellow traveller off of her whose name she did not now. He was supposedly on watch but ended up falling asleep beside her. Anarya muttered a few obscene words towards the resting man under her breath. She rolled up her trench coat sleeve on her right arm, exposing her metal arm. She thrust her skeleton like hand into the fire and moved the logs around, adding one more to keep the fire going. Anarya withdrew her hand and wiped the black off the deadly fingers.<BR><BR>Morning was soon upon them. The sky was touched  with a deep red but in the back of her mind she suspected that it would be. A foul wind caught her scarves as she stood to her feet and roused other sleeping companions, it was coming from Narel-Lumoth...Another scent was caught on the wind as well, she had smelled it the day before and dismissed it. But it was stronger now. <BR><BR>She threw a glance over to her elvish companion, she nodded and he returned the gesture. Tan looked horrible and he knew his act was useless, Anarya wasn't a fool. She was about to speak with him and look at the wound when a voice cut through the silence, holding a smooth melody and strong undertones even with the abrasive words.<BR><BR>"What is this creature you follow? What will happen if it is not stopped? And also, Master Elf, I would like to know the names of my companions. It is strange to me that you do not speak to each other much. Why is this so?" <BR><BR>Anarya turned sharply towards the speaking human. Her scarves and trench coat wrapped around her lithe body with the swift movement. The two gray eyes flickered and her claw of a hand twitched, the smooth metal shining brilliantly in the sun. For a moment she stood still in complete silence. Anarya could see in those striking green eyes that the woman was intimidated, but only slightly, by her metal hand and her odd tendencies. But there was interest in those eyes as well.<BR><BR>Before Anarya could say a word, another elf approached them quietly with her hood cast off. Anarya took her attention off the human. She would have been more polite to the girl but the same smell she ignored the day before reached her nose. Anarya watched the walking elf, she looked sickly with her pale skin, but exhibited great strength.<BR><BR>"I know what you seek, and although I cannot tell you your companions names I can tell you all I know of this...creature and where to find it."<BR><BR>"Do tell us more stranger, now that you have sparked our interest, please quench our thirst."<BR>
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Mon Jun 23, 2003 12:08 pm

Rían felt, for a few seconds, a curious tenseness in herself, as the queer she-Elf turned her gaze towards her when she spoke. As she stared into those dark, penetrating eyes, Rían thought to herself that this was <i>not</i> someone to be taken lightly. But instead of feeling frightened, Rían felt her determination grow stronger, and she lifted her chin slightly in challenge to the unspoken irritation in the Elf’s eyes. <i>Clearly she was not used to mere Men speaking so brashly to one of their kind.</i> It gave Rían a sort of grim satisfaction. She waited, nevertheless, to hear what the Elf would say, but before she could speak, another she-Elf joined them, taking off her hood as she walked towards them. It was the she-Elf Rían had seen yesterday, emerging from the shadows of the doors.<BR><BR>The new she-Elf looked at them all in turn, before her gaze settled on their leaders face. She spoke to him, telling him she knew what he sought, and then, to Rían complete surprise, she looked directly at Rían and said, <i>...I can tell you all I know about this... creature and where to find it.</i> Rían opened her mouth to answer, thinking how strange it was that the Elf had almost the same colour eyes and hair as her, but the queer Blade-Elf beat her to it. <i>Do tell us more stranger, now that you have sparked our interest, please quench our thirst.</i> Rían looked at her, annoyed. “Well! There was no need to be so <i>rude</i>,” she muttered under her breath. But the she-Elf heard her. “What did you say?” she asked, turning to face Rían, her eyes narrowed. “Damn!” thought Rían. But she grinned cheekily and said spiritedly, “There was no need to be so rude... <i>my Lady</i>.” She added the honorific belatedly, her voice acid, hoping to nettle the she-Elf. She turned her attention to the new she-Elf, her manner now friendly, and said, “Hail, and well met! I am called Rían. May I ask what your name is? No one else seems too keen to tell me. And please, tell us your tale! How do you know of this creature and where to find it?”<BR><BR><BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<BR>“I can resist everything except temptation.” <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>~Dream Weaver of Destinies and Memories<BR><BR>~Master Ring Holder at the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=49731">Rings of the Elements Guild</a> <BR><BR>~True-Blue Bookworm! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> (Visit the Bookworms in their <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=24&threadid=63971">Lounge, Garden and Gothic Hall</a>)<BR><BR>~Daughter of the Stars, Twilight Sister of the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=52394">Twilight Guild</a><BR><BR>~Master Bard and Proud Member of the <a target="_blank" href="http:// http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhiteco ... adid=61713">Bard’s Guild</a> <BR><BR>~Silk Ribbon Embroiderer of the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=36615">Weaver’s Guild</a><BR><BR>~Gryffindor Student at <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=62422">Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry</a><BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Jun 24, 2003 2:01 pm

<BR>Do tell us more stranger, now that you have sparked our interest, please quench our thirst.<BR><BR>There was no need to be so rude... my Lady.<BR><BR><i>Dahlia smiled and folded her arms as she watched the tension between the two women increase. "These travellers may be easier to fool than I'd even hoped" she thought. She could feel the suspicious gazes of all the other travellers, they were all wary of her. She knew at least some of them had been awake when she walked among them the night before and a small group of the younger adventurers looked at her fearfully.<BR><BR>The three in front of her however, looked more curious and willing to listen to her so she focused her attention on them. She knew from experience that if you ignore someone who is already wary of you, it makes them much more on edge and worried about what you will do next. The youngest looking woman looked as though Dahlia was about to attack them all with fire shot from her fingertips. The ravenhaired elf laughed softly to herself at that thought, it would be fun to have a talent like that....Just as she was thinking this the human spoke again,</i><BR><BR>Hail, and well met! I am called Rían. May I ask what your name is? No one else seems too keen to tell me. And please, tell us your tale! How do you know of this creature and where to find it?<BR><BR><i>Answering the question of her name with only a seconds pause Dahlia spoke,</i><BR><BR>My name is Dahlia. The tale of how I am here is of no importance right now, I shall tell it if there is time later...Now this creature, <i>She tried to keep her expression serious as she said this,</i> I assume you knew that something was imprisoned in that tomb though I'm sure you did not know what or you would not have ventured so far. This creature has only one mission, to eliminate all other races from this earth. If you wish to follow it I suggest you travel to the city of Narel-Lumoth, though I doubt you will find anyone alive.<BR><BR><i>She pulled a battered piece of parchment from her cloak,</i><BR><BR>I see no reason why you shouldn't believe me but this confirms it all.
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Postby narnensul » Tue Jun 24, 2003 3:53 pm

Anarya gazed at the blushing skies above as Dahlia spoke, her cold gray eyes studying the weather, her ears listening to the newcomer's dark speech. Dahlia ’s words dripped with confidence and lacked emotion, it was not natural and so it betrayed her. Anarya’s stone like expression wavered not throughout the grim speech, it was impossible to tell what she was thinking, but she was not shocked by the news. The air, the trees, the waters, all seemed to be uneasy as if a change happened recently, a change of great magnitude.<BR><BR>The dark haired elf withdrew a piece of paper, it was yellowed and brown with age. But the ancient parchment looked as if it survived its elements quite well when all other documents had vanished into dust. She held it out to anyone that wished to see it, her confidence stuck out like a sharp knife in a tme of uneasiness. Why was the elf so eager to gain their trust? Anarya did not mind to whom their servitude was, as long as they did not get in her way or try to kill her. <BR><BR>Tanhirion took the paper, his hand shaking as he did so. His deep blue eyes slid quickly over the parchment and then the wild elf handed it to Anarya. The elf read it to herself slowly. The runes were supposedly a simplified version of the official writing they used on the walls of temples and tombs. Anarya never seen them before, due to the fact that the runes were used on unofficial documents, usually on paper which were easily destroyed over time. But after a few moments she figured it out, they looked similiar to the official writing of the scribes, stripped of the extravagent details.<BR><BR>The parchment was the last written words of a scholar put to death. A grim confession of his deeds and a poem of some sort. Anarya then read it aloud to the fellow adventurers that did not understand Salnorian tongue.<BR><BR>“In the time of Lord Eslanoth, third in the line of Setina Rule of the Salnorian Empire, a great creature was wrought by our hands. We bestowed upon it the powers to destroy our enemies, only we would walk the earth! Its full and true name will never be written nor uttered but the common people and its creators have given it a second name, Eraran. We have created a weapon against our kind. Not only will it destroy our enemy but ourselves. Our creature has destroyed half our people the night before the feast of Fenlis. After thousands of deaths we have managed to strip the creature of its power and store it in the temple that lies over the land that lies East of the moon and West of the sun. Eraran has been put into a ceremonial slumber in the main temple, he cannot be destroyed. Our empire is failing. The Salnorian race is failing. We have destroyed ourselves. The scholars are being executed tonight, and I am among them. They say our heads will put on stakes in front of the temple where Eranan sleeps. Though I feel I deserve it.<BR><BR>Awaken not<BR>Creature of death<BR>May eyes remain lidded<BR>And fallen under sleep<BR>Beneath the weight of mountains<BR>Stilled by spells of old...<BR><BR>The parchment is damaged with water and I cannot read further.”<BR><BR>Dahlia smiled inwardly with satisfaction as Anarya handed the paper back to her. The odd elf did not bother Dahlia further but turned to Tanhirion. He looked pale, but it was not from the loss of blood that accounted for this. Something was tugging at his conscience but he did not wish to reveal it just yet.<BR><BR>“Narel Lumoth”<BR><BR>He said quietly without looking at her. Anarya nodded and turned to the travellers who had not yet abandoned the adventure. Rían scowled at her with much distaste, apparently she wore her emotions on her sleeve and did not bother to hide it. Rían did not seem to take much of a liking towards her, but Anarya did not care. She normally did not talk to people anyways so it was no chip off her shoulder. But with the elvish blood she felt compelled to be polite.<BR><BR>“We’ll arrive well before night falls. And the names Anarya.”<BR><BR>She said as she walked passed Rían and stamped out the dwindling fire.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Jun 28, 2003 6:10 am

(<b>OOC:</b> Ok, I am just assuming we all have horses, all right?)<BR><BR><BR><b>IC:</b><BR>The only reason Rían had been friendly to the newcomer, Dahlia, even though she was an Elf (and Rían <i>really</i> didn’t like Elves much), was because Rían had immediately recognised her as an assassin like herself. Rían had been trained too well and too thoroughly not to see that. But Dahlia, for the most part, seemed eager to help the group of travellers. “No doubt she has reasons of her own for that,” thought Rían, watching Dahlia surreptitiously as she withdrew a piece of ancient parchment and held it up for them all to see. “And I am sure not all of them are for the benefit of this rag-tag group. But we shall see...” She smiled mirthlessly, wondering why Elves were always under the impression that humans noticed nothing, and turned her attention back to the Blade-Elf, and listened to her translation of the Salnorian Runes.<BR><BR>“<i>Awaken not<BR>Creature of death<BR>May eyes remain lidded<BR>And fallen under sleep<BR>Beneath the weight of mountains<BR>Stilled by spells of old...</i>”<BR><BR>Something jerked in Rían’s memory as the Blade-Elf said those words. She frowned, wondering where she had heard them before... <i>something was strangely familiar about them</i>... Rían’s frown deepened, as she tried to recall the exact time and place where she had heard those words uttered. Too late, she saw that the Blade-Elf had noticed her frown, and immediately realised that she had thought it was directed at her. Rían smiled at her, though not too warmly, but the Blade-Elf did not see, for she brushed past Rían, saying, “<i>We’ll arrive well before night falls. And the name’s Anarya.</i>” “Anarya... hmm,” thought Rían, watching Anarya put the fire for a few moments before going over to Mithuial. “Well, I think Blade-Elf suits her better,” she whispered to herself, grinning. She swung her pack onto Mithuial’s back, and then jumped on herself. Surveying the group, she said brightly, “Well then, shall we go?”<BR><BR><BR>And so they headed towards Narel-Lumoth, the Blade-Elf and her companion leading. The rest of the group huddled together in the middle, as if they thought there was safety in numbers. Rían, from her position behind them, grinned again, shaking her head slightly in amusement. She could not help it. <i>Sometimes people could be really stupid. They think, “There are so many of us. No one will dare attack.” Yet, it was usually this erroneous belief and confidence in numbers that got them killed in the end.</i> She glanced over her shoulder at Dahlia, who was the last in the group, sitting on her horse with a look of utmost confidence on her face. Rían slowed down a little and let Dahlia’s horse catch up with Mithuial. She smiled at the Elf as they rode side by side, and then asked softly, “So, how long have <i>you</i> served the Dark Tower?”<BR><BR><BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<BR>“I can resist everything except temptation.” <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>~Dream Weaver of Destinies and Memories<BR><BR>~Master Ring Holder at the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=49731">Rings of the Elements Guild</a> <BR><BR>~True-Blue Bookworm! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> (Visit the Bookworms in their <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=24&threadid=63971">Lounge, Garden and Gothic Hall</a>)<BR><BR>~Daughter of the Stars, Twilight Sister of the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=52394">Twilight Guild</a><BR><BR>~Master Bard and Proud Member of the <a target="_blank" href="http:// http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhiteco ... adid=61713">Bard’s Guild</a> <BR><BR>~Silk Ribbon Embroiderer of the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=36615">Weaver’s Guild</a><BR><BR>~Gryffindor Student at <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=62422">Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry</a><BR>
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Postby Arwen902 » Sat Jun 28, 2003 12:51 pm

<BR><i>Dahlia was sat on her horse a little behind the main group. She was stroking her horses neck as they rode on, absentmindedly murmering the words that had been on the parchment to herself. The frightened companions who were huddled in the center of the group kept throwing scared looks over their shoulders at the she-elf who merely smiled and gazed at them whenever they turned.<BR><BR>She watched the horizon rise and fall as they travelled up hills and then down them again. The city was slowly becoming more visible the closer they got and Dahlia saw, with a smug smile that she had been right. The city lay in utter stillness, the same stillness that Dahlia knew heralded death. <BR><BR>She could see the remains of more than one body in the streets. Humans, never saw further than their own unimportant lives, not even noticing a threat when it was already upon them, or...among them even. Glaring at the back of Anarya's head Dahlia scowled, that elf didn't trust her, she wanted to know more than she needed to.<BR><BR>As she was thinking this the human, Rían, turned back to ride beside her. She spoke to Dahlia softly as though afraid of being overheard, Dahlia soon realised why,</i><BR><BR>So, how long have you served the Dark Tower?<BR><BR><i>Dahlia stared at her, not altogether surprised at the question but curious as to why it was asked. She raised an eyebrow and pulled up the sleeve of her black shirt revealing not only the brand mark of the red eye of Sauron, but also the just as recognised <b>Chaos</b> tattoo. She knew that only Rían could see the marks and wasn't bothered about it. She said slowly,</i><BR><BR>Many years, then years away, and still more years again. <i>She ran a finger down the brand mark,</i> He punished me for leaving him. <BR><BR><i>Her voice suddenly lost the almost vague sound and became very clear,</i> <BR><BR>Why do you ask, human?
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Postby narnensul » Mon Jun 30, 2003 6:32 pm

Tanhirion and Anarya rode in the very front, scouting out the best paths to take for the company's horses. Long they pressed on without speaking to one another, there was really no need.<BR><BR>Both of the elvish eyes could see the deserted city ahead of them. The red clouds were at their strongest as they lingered above the city, wavering little. Without feeling or remorse, the skies blatantly spread the word of death to the towns nearby. Soon everyone would ride to see what had happened, they would only be faced with death. News of a massacre would reach the ears of every race, keen and dull.<BR><BR>The company moved on slowly almost dreading the sights they would know where there. Anarya tried to move the companions faster but found many of them were sick with apprehension, a disease that could break a person's mind like a frail twig. And with about as much feeling as the skies, Anarya drove them. The things they were to see was inevitable, better to get it done with that think about it forever.<BR><BR>The horse Anarya rode was managing well, she could smell its uneasiness along with the other beast's her company rode. The horses could sense it as well, the darkened presence left a trail invisible to the eye. Her scarves swayed in the smooth motions of the horse as they approached the mammoth doors of the city. Only meters away, they stopped.<BR><BR>Anarya dismounted from the horse swiftly and jaggedly walked to the small door that let visitors through. Without bothering to try the handle she kicked it in and disappeared for a few moments. One of the great doors swung open and let the reluctant horses through. Anarya did not mount her horse again but left it to one of the humans to lead it and she went on foot.<BR><BR>The city was silent, no bustling crowds or whining infants. No bouts of laughter and swearing, absent of wheezing animals and flustered chickens. The city itself had died along with its people. The company rode through streets of blood, and in Anarya's case she walked through it. But the cobbled roads lacked corpses, where were they? Some of the humans retched or wept, for many it was their home.<BR><BR>Anarya studied Tan, she wished to speak with him but she felt as though she couldn't break the silence that cloaked the town. His face was tight, his jaw clenched, he did not look well at all. Anarya looked much like she always did, neither sad nor happy, the only unreadable face amongst the group. At times she disappeared, no one seemed to notice until she abruptly joined the group from a dark alley ahead.<BR><BR>When the sun began to sink beneath the horizon the adventurers reached the square. A sad sight for all was before them. Piled two stories high, in the center of the town square was the remains of the missing denizens. Many stood in shock and bewilderment but Anarya strode towards the informal grave and with her gray eyes, she examined it closely.<BR><BR>Minutes dragged on like hours and at last she turned to them. Her boots were splattered with blood, the bottom of her full length trench coat saturated with red. She shook her head, this was what it must have been like for the Salnorians, the night before their feast. And the company brought it back.<BR><BR>The puzzle was getting more and complex as each hour passed. Anarya needed more...more clues, more peices, more something. And it dawned on her so suddenly she caught her breath. Only half of the Salnorian city was killed before the feast, three hundred people at most died. The feast of Fenlis was in honour of the city's god and was not celebrated throughout the empire that lay only twenty leagues away. Eraran did not kill half the empire but half a city. The last time she had been in Narel Lumoth, only weeks before, it boasted about five hundred within the walls. Perhaps not everyone was dead in Narel Lumoth. It was a long shot, but it was all she had. If Eraran held true to its pattern, when it woke, it would only kill three hundred, perhaps more for being in a state of slumber for thousands of years. It did not kill needlessly, it killed for purpose...it was hungry.<BR><BR>"At dawn we search for survivors."
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Postby Maltahísiëien_Grishgib » Tue Jul 01, 2003 1:17 am

Slowly, Eraran finished consuming what was left of a young elven female. In the last city, there were very little elven, but in this one, it had found at least 18. Most of them, however, were very young for elves. They were inexperienced and had not heeded its approach, as older elves would do. <BR><BR>This new town was much smaller than the one before. Eraran didn't even considerate it a town, it was more of a village. The village only sported around 150 beings. A few of which had taken off when the slaughtering began. But only a few, around 3 escaped its grasp. This, however, conserned it little. The village would be able to keep it content, at least until it reached another.<BR><BR>A sudden noise caught Eraran's attention. It looked up, its unblinking eyes scanning the entire square. The bodies of those already consumed had been placed in the proper position, allowing all living beings more easily be sensed. A small human child sat near the pile holding the arm of what appeared to be her mother. The child cried and pulled at the arm, trying to free the corpse, almost unaware that the woman was dead.<BR><BR>Slowly, Eraran walked up behind the child unnoticed. The child continued to cry for its mother. Eraran raised its claws, a slight grin appearing on its face. Then with a quick and precise blow, the child's body fell dead.<BR><BR> <b>I will give you mercy, young one. You will not have to live with the burden of your mother's death and your own death was painless. Your body will be spared. </b> <BR><BR>Eraran, then, picked up the body of the child and pulled it up against a nearby building, away from the pile. It then placed the child's hands across her chest and closed her eyes. <b>Rest in peace, young one. May you live forever in the garden of eternal summer. </b><BR><BR>Eraran soon finished stacking the bodies. It slowly looked up at the sky as the sun sunk into the far West. <i>I wonder where that temple is. I've searched this town top to bottom, but no one knew of the Salnorian city. Perhaps the city was destroyed and all rements of it lost.</i><BR><BR>Eraran looked up again at the city. There was no noise what-so-ever and a faint red fog had risen due to the blood. <i>A pity I don't know the names of these new age cities. It seems wrong destroying a city that you do not know the name of. Perhaps, in the next one, I'll ask for the name. </i><BR><BR>It looked up again, as the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the horizon. <i>So ends another day, one more day closer to when all will know of me again. One day closer, I truely hope word has spread out of my arrival. None of these villages have put up any type of fight. All they did was run to their homes and hide like mice. </i><BR><BR>Eraran began to walk away from the unknown village, its cloak, once a silvery blue, was now a deep reddish purple. It continued on its path South, to the lost Salnorian city.
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Postby Arwen902 » Tue Jul 01, 2003 1:59 pm

<BR><i>Dahlia tried her best but simply couldn't keep a barely noticeable grim smile from her face. She was in her element here, she had more than once been in places just as covered with the smoke and stench of death, the effects that cannot be seen but will last forever, and had often caused the streets to run with blood herself.<BR><BR>Dahlia could almost see the wispy shadows of the people who had been killed, kneeling in the streets, crying for their children or parents. Her horse could feel the cloak of death that hung over the city too, and seemed the only one not backing away from the blood and death.<BR><BR>As they reached the pile of bodies in the centre, Anarya who had been walking, stood in front of it for a fairly long time before turning to the company, most of whom were weeping of incredibly pale, and said,</i><BR><BR>At dawn we search for survivors.<BR><BR><i>Dahlia dismounted and walked to the pile of bodies, blood splashing up her boots and onto the black weave of her trousers but she either didn't notice or didn't mind. She said,</i><BR><BR>You hope too much. If you find any alive, which is very unlikely, what will you want from them? With the ordeal they will have been through, it would be kinder to kill them.
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Postby narnensul » Tue Jul 01, 2003 7:36 pm

Anarya moved closer to Dahlia so suddenly the dark haired elf stepped back. The words had barely fallen from the her lips when Anarya advanced. Dahlia looked feircely into the unmoving, gray eyes and held her ground, though Anarya had no inclination of taking it.<BR><BR>"Hope?"<BR><BR>Anarya laughed a hollow laugh, the sound broke through the settling dust of the town like fire. Startling the company, it was not often Anarya laughed. In wonder the turned their attention to the two elves near the pile of bodies, what had caused her to laugh amidst such devastation?<BR><BR>"Hope is not what fuels me, Dahlia...Its the chase. If you wish to kill the survivors so you can sleep soundly during the night, by all means go ahead. But before you start slaughtering people because of what you believe is right, let me talk to them."<BR><BR>The tone in her voice was not harsh but it was not soft either. Anarya swept past Dahlia and returned to the group. Her blade like fingers began to methodically lock and unlock, bringing the soft clicking noise to everyone's ears. Dahlia went back to the group shortly after the she-elf. They were not on good terms with eachother, whether it was Anarya's fault or Dahlia's it did not matter. Rían did not seem to be relenting either and Anarya heaved a sigh. <BR><BR>She longed to be alone again, solitary or with a good friend was when she was at her best. But constantly having to explain her actions to the rest of the group took time. As did the quarrels and having to hear everyone's tale of their sad pasts at least twice. The humans slept more often and moved slower and many of the elves took their time. Everything in the world seemed to move at a slower pace than she would have liked, and her patience was tried quite often while travelling in a group, especially this one.<BR><BR>"Eraran will have hit another town by now, another one tomorrow, and more after that. Each town there will be more and more survivors, news has probably spread to many of the larger cities. We can move while the stars are out or camp for the night. Its your call Tan."
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Postby Tanhirion » Tue Jul 01, 2003 11:20 pm

Well as we can't hope to follow the tracks of the creature in this light so we must camp, though it is not safe for all to sleep at once. <BR><BR> <i>The compnay slowly moved around and then made ready to set up camp. A few people went off in search of fire wood, though they did not stray far. <BR><BR> Soon a fire was lit and it was blazing. Must of the companions were asleep now, though their hands were still holding the swords. Tan was still awake, just staring into the heart of the fire. Someone stirred and got up, but Tan didn't get up or move. Until someone laid a hand on his shooulder...</i>
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Sat Jul 05, 2003 12:31 am

“<i>Why do you ask, human?</i>”<BR><BR>Rían stiffened at being called ‘human’ in that tone – as if she was somehow lesser than the Elf. Her voice icy from anger, she replied, “I merely wondered, Lady <i>Elf</i>. I, too, am an assassin, although I have never served the Dark Tower. I had thought... perhaps foolishly... that we could be of help to each other. It is obvious to me (and some others in this company, I am sure) that not all your intentions are for the benefit of this group. I am sure you have your own reasons for wanting to ‘help’ these people. I had hoped... well, it does not matter now.” Dahlia said nothing, and Rían fell silent, but she did not move Mithuial from her position next to Dahlia’s horse.<BR><BR>As they approached the city, Rían could sense the darkness it lay under. <i>There is no one left alive in there.</i> That thought came to her so clearly that Rían was momentarily startled. She glanced at Dahlia, and realised that she had been expecting this. Rían felt slightly sick. Although she dealt in death and destruction all the time, it still managed to upset her at the oddest times. The company walked into the city quietly; most of the group reluctant to enter, fearing what lay inside. Rían, too, longer felt sure of this. But she nevertheless followed the others into the city, with an air of quiet determination.<BR><BR>The sight that met her eyes was even worse than she had imagined. There was blood everywhere – on the streets, on the walls, everywhere. And the whole city seemed to be cloaked in an eerie silence, which most of the company did not seemed eager to break. Some of them wept openly; it seemed obvious to them that none of their loved ones had survived. Rían’s heart bled for them. She knew what it was to lose the people you loved most. <i>But where were all the bodies?</i> Rían had noticed that there was an observable lack of bodies for the amount of blood that had been spilled. Nor was she the only one who had noticed this. Anarya (or the Blade-Elf, as Rían though of her), the only one in the group who was walking, had also noticed, and she had walked into the occasional alleys and byways looking for the bodies, only to emerge a while later, empty-handed, and rejoin the group. As the company finally neared the square in the middle of the city, the sun was beginning to sink in the horizon, causing everything to appear even more bloodstained than it already was. Rían, who had been glancing behind them now and again in the hopes of finding even a minute sign of life, reeled around at the sound of a gasp and a low moan from one of the humans in the group. She immediately saw the cause. Piled two storeys high, in the centre of the town square, were the remains of the missing citizens of Narel-Lumoth.<BR><BR>Anarya strode forward to examine the ‘burial site’, but most of the others remained where they were. Anarya stood there, studying the pile of bodies for what seemed a long time, before turning towards the rest of the group, and saying, “At dawn we search for survivors.” Dahlia dismounted and walked to the pile of bodies, blood splashing up her boots and onto her trousers, but she either did not notice or did not mind. She said, “You hope too much. If you find any alive, which is very unlikely, what will you want from them? With the ordeal they will have been through, it would be kinder to kill them.” Rían gaped at her, amazed that she would suggest something like that, but a part of her felt that Dahlia spoke the truth, and did make a fair point. She did not interfere, however, as the two she-Elves continued to speak, their eyes shooting daggers at each other. Despite the gruesome and sombre surroundings, Rían grinned. “Well, well,” she thought smugly. “So even <i>Elves</i> have difficulty relating to each other, do they? Oh, this is turning out to be much better than I thought.” But nothing more happened, to Rían’s immense disappointment, as Anarya came back to the company, and Dahlia followed soon after. <BR><BR>“<i>...We can move while the stars are out or camp for the night...</i>”<BR><BR>Tan decided that they should camp, but that they should take turns as a guard to watch over the others as they slept. Most of the company soon fell asleep, except a few who seemed too scared to close their eyes. Rían was also awake, but not out of fear. She was thinking about the creature they followed, and wondering, once again, why Dahlia was so eager to help them find it. She was sitting a little away from the fire, partly hidden in the shadows thrown off by the flames. She reached for her sword almost absent-mindedly, and ran a finger down its shining silver-bluish blade. <i>An elvish sword, made perhaps in the ancient Elven city of Gondolin, her most prized possession. 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Postby Arwen902 » Sun Jul 06, 2003 7:06 am

<BR><i>Night. The one time Dahlia really felt at ease. She didn't especially like the daytime, preferring instead to travel at night when it was colder, quieter, darker and there was no burning sun to hurt her eyes. One of her many nicknames in Mordor had been <b>Child of Night.</b> <BR><BR>That had been when she was younger though, when she had seemed completely innocent. She still looked innocent but also gave off the impression that she was not at all what she seemed. It was this mysterious impression that so many people now found frightening.<BR><BR>After hearing Tan's decision that they would camp for the night and travel by the harsh light of day Dahlia had sat down quite a way from the fire and had stared at the stars, sometimes muttering or smiling to herself. None of the travellers could see this however as her thick hair fell across her face like a black veil and hid her facial expressions.<BR><BR>They had spent a long time discussing who would take the first watch, a discussion she had no part in, and she noticed that Anarya seemed to have discouraged Tan from letting Dahlia guard the company. She knew she was not trusted and that was fine with her. Trust needed to be kept alive and that was not what she was here for. After talking about this for a very long time they agreed on something and very slowly, the camp fell asleep.<BR><BR>Turning her head Dahlia noticed that Rían was also still awake. The raven-haired mercenary stood and walked over to sit beside the human and spoke softly, ensuring they couldn't be heard,</i><BR><BR>If you still think we can help each other I am willing, but first I would like to know what you want from me.
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Postby Lady_Galadriel786 » Fri Jul 18, 2003 12:20 pm

“<i>If you still think we can help each other I am willing, but first I would like to know what you want from me.</i>”<BR><BR>Rían looked sideways at Dahlia, a small smile playing around her mouth. She had remembered something about Dahlia as she had been sitting there, polishing her sword a little absent-mindedly... <i>something she had heard... had seen... a few years ago...</i>. And now here was the perfect opportunity to test if her memory had been correct. “Want?” she queried softly, her emerald eyes, so like her fellow assassin’s, holding shrewd and calculating look. She sheathed her sword before speaking again. “I want but a little information, Dahlia. That is all.” <i>For now.</i> Dahlia looked at Rían, her mouth tightening, and her eyes narrowing slightly. For the first time since she had joined the company, to Rían’s eyes, Dahlia looked almost... <i>alarmed</i>. But when she spoke, her voice was perfectly calm. “What sort of information?” she asked Rían, eyes never leaving Rían’s face. Rían smiled widely, and said, “Why, the reason you follow and try to ‘<i>help</i>’ these people of course.” Dahlia relaxed; just a little. “Well,” she said, pretending to concentrate, her lips twitching faintly like she wanted to laugh. “You, yourself, have seen how unorganised and uninformed they are. They chase something they have no knowledge of... the power, and the danger. They have barely even begun to understand. They need help.” <BR><BR>Rían indicated to Dahlia that she should sit a little closer to her, and when she did, Rían said, “Oh, but they are not the only reasons why, <i>are</i> they, <i>Child of the Night</i>?” Rían said that name very, very softly; barely above a quiet whisper, but Dahlia heard her. She looked at Rían sharply, her face a sudden mask of loathing and anger; and something else Rían could not quite fathom. “<i>What - did - you - say?</i>” asked Dahlia in a controlled voice, only her eyes betraying the fury raging inside her. Rían did not flinch from that gaze, but looked at her steadily, and did not answer. “Answer me, human! Where did you hear that name? Answer, or you will regret it.” And Rían smiled. She had been hoping that name would spark a reaction, but she had not expected this much of emotion. <i>Hmm. Perhaps we can work well together after all.</i> Out loud Rían said serenely, “Ah, come now, Dahlia, you cannot expect me to give up <i>all</i> my secrets so easily, now can you?” Dahlia made a threatening gesture towards her, a dagger suddenly appearing in her hand. But Rían had been prepared for it. She, too, had moved swiftly as she spoke, and now also held a dagger in her hand. The two women had not moved from where they were sitting, and no one had, as yet, noticed them talking, although Anarya had glanced in their direction once.<BR><BR>“Well, Dahlia, do you mean to kill me now? It is nothing new to you, or to me. But it will not help your cause if you murder me in front of all these people. Already they are frightened of you. And if you slay me now, well...” Rían shrugged lightly, and did not finish her sentence, watching Dahlia shrewdly, her dagger still in her hand. Dahlia shook her head curtly, and said, as she returned her dagger to its hiding place, “No, I will not slay you, Rían. Yet. But I want some answers.” Rían laughed softly, also making her dagger disappear. “I can ask no more of you. And I promise you, Dahlia, that I will answer your questions. In time. For now, know that however I learnt that name, I will not reveal it to anyone else. Your secret is safe with me.” She reached out, and touched Dahlia’s arm lightly. “It may seem unlikely, but I do believe we can be of great help to each other. We are both very much alike, you and I. Assassin. Poison. Power.” She paused for a moment, and Dahlia looked at her keenly, and there was a flash of mutual understanding that passed between them. “Tell me why your master wants this creature freed.”<BR><BR><BR>~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<BR>“I can resist everything except temptation.” <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <BR><BR>~Dream Weaver of Destinies and Memories<BR><BR>~Master Ring Holder at the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=49731">Rings of the Elements Guild</a> (<i>Three Rings for Elven kings beneath the sky...</i>)<BR><BR>~True-Blue Bookworm! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> (Visit the Bookworms in their <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=24&threadid=63971">Lounge, Garden and Gothic Hall</a>)<BR><BR>~Daughter of the Stars, Twilight Sister of the <a target="_blank" href="http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhitecouncil/messageview.cfm?start=0&catid=37&threadid=52394">Twilight Guild</a> (<i>The full moon rises out of the sea, slowly deepening from her pallid lustre into burnished silver; the world grows radiant, and is transfigured by her enchanting light...</i>)<BR><BR>~Master Bard and Proud Member of the <a target="_blank" href="http:// http://www.tolkienonline.com/thewhiteco ... adid=61713">Bard’s Guild</a> (<i>Being a Bard, I am told, is the oldest and most noble of professions. 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