A lost soul goes in search of the meaning

Pull out your pack and head on down to the Prancing Pony for some great Role Playing (try to stay in character)!

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Sun Jul 06, 2003 12:32 pm

The cold air bites at the creatures skin, gnawing away painful cold hits his face. He pulls the cloak hood over his head and groans.<BR><BR><i>'the meaning of my existence is out there somewhere, i need to find myself find out who i really am'</i><BR><BR>Pushnik stands up straight his broad orc shoulders weighed down under a heavy rucksack. He looks out over the horizon which is empty all he can see is the thick carpet of snow as it covers the ground. The sun in the sky shines down on the orc as he takes his first step on a new adventure. Pushnik starts thinking as he starts walking to an uncertain future.<BR><BR><i>'bred to kill, an orc is designed to be a killing machine yet I cannot kill like my bretheren. i am an orc but i am not evil, it does not make sense to me. i have this lust inside that is unsatisfiable. i was bred to use my bloodlust to fuel a war that killed thousands i took creatures lives but unlike other orcs i was not unrelentlass. I feel mororse for every single life i took. the years after the war i hid away from the orc hunters in the outerlands where nobody really cared. there was the occasional need to kill but only in defence. and when i was in those deep dark lands i met the one thing to keep my thoughts away. she my shining light came into my life, but she was an elven goddess and i was a creature meant to live my life hiding away. but we were together and with her i was me. but they took her and they killed her. my light was put out. if i found them my tribe i would kill them all for making me curse the day i was bred'</i><BR><BR>Pushnik notices the hot bruning tears streaming down his face and wipes them away as he comes to the top of the hill. He surveys the area below.
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Mon Jul 07, 2003 4:05 am

Below the hill is a valley with a river running through the middle. The cold weather has frozen the river over and it shines in the sun glinting like the blade of a sword. Pushnik looks around and sighs. If he wishes to get to the shire he will have to pace himself. The long trek from the practically inhospitable outer edge of the middle earth is treacherous and long. Pushnik had learnt long ago that the rule in those dark lands was always be on your guard for trouble. But now he had to leave his hiding place, leave his home to meet up with his contact. Pushnik had got word about a month ago that his tribe of orcs had been ransacking the mountain towns of the dwarves. This was the message Pushnik had been waiting for for a long time. Since they had exstinguished pushniks guiding light......<BR><BR><i>'shhh i will always be with you pushnik'</i><BR><BR>Pushniks mind flew to the memories of her death, how the orcs had come searching for him. They came to reintegrate him into the group. When the uruk hai arrived they found Pushnik entertaining a group of travelling dwarves. Pushnik and his partner his elven beauty were sitting together as the orcs broke down the door. They saw the dwarves and Pushnik being friendly and drew their swords. The dwarves got up and fought bravely, as did Pushnik but in the end the orcs slaughtered all the dwarves. Pushniks friends lay there killed by these unholy creatures just like him. The elf well the uruk hai had her.<BR><BR><b>'This is your woman Pushnik?'</b><BR><BR>The laughs echoed through pushniks mind as he walked down the hill. They took her and they decapitated her head after torturing her. Pushnik can still remember her screams as they burned her flesh and stretched her. Pushnik remembers sitting there calmly doing nothing as they tortured her, maimed her to look like one of them.<BR><BR><i>'I failed you gwenlield, i let them take you without fighting. I failed you'</i><BR><BR>The tears stream down Pushniks face even more.<BR><BR><i>'Pushnik you did not fail me'</i><BR><BR>Pushnik shakes his head<BR><BR><i>'No i failed you but now I have a chance to make it right, to change things. Now I will make it right, I am going to hunt them down and destroy them every single one. Not one orc will go untouched that i promise you'</i><BR><BR>Pushniks sad features twist into that of determination. As pushnik comes to the icy river he smiles to himself<BR><BR><BR><i>'Oh yes, those bretheren of mine have no clue whats going to happen'</i>
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Wed Jul 09, 2003 3:02 pm

Pushnik has been trekking through the snow for days, his feet are sore and numb from the icy conditions he has trudged through. His shoulders ache from the wieght of his kit bag. He sits down on a nearby stone and looks around, he knows the area. He is near to the shire now. He opens his bag and takes out a hunk of bread and a bit of cheese. He smiles as the sun that has come out is beginning to beat the cold harsh winter away, jack frosts thaw is being slowly melted away by the spring sun. He takes a huge bite out of the bread and chews musing.<BR><BR><i>i wonder how the hobbits in the shire will react to having an orc in their midst? I must be careful of the shireffs</i><BR><BR>Pushnik swallows his food and takes a bite of cheese<BR><BR><i>but i need to go there to meet an old friend, and the hobbits are nice enough really. just wary of outsiders and they should be wary of me, i mean what kind of an orc goes waltzing into the shire looking for peace and just to pass through?</i><BR><BR>Pushnik shakes his head and takes another bite of the bread<BR><BR><i>no orcs ever have, all they have ever done in the shire is kill and maim, bring the hobbits into slavery. there is no way the hobbits will trust me. maybe i should go round the shire?</i><BR><BR>Pushnik stares into the distance musing this thought<BR><BR><i>nope no I am going to have to pass through, I need to meet my contact in the shire. I'll just have to keep a low profile</i><BR><BR>Pushnik finishes his bread and cheese and takes his sword out of his pack. He unsheathes it and lets it glint in the sun, before sharpening it. He looks at his blade with a smile<BR><BR><i>wyrmslayer is my greatest asset, when i went freelance after the war it came in handy. It had just been a piece of metal to me before then. But the day my sword was truly born was the day I killed the dragon. I killed it, it was creating kaos in the countryside and a lot of hunters were sent out to kill it. The dragon picked their bones of all their meat and burned countless amounts of feild, barley, wheat and hay. I was unlucky to be in the wrong place at the wrong rtime when there was a skirmish with the dragon. 2 goblins and a cave troll were trying to take it down when i found them. I heard the screams and smelt the bruning flesh and followed the trail of devestation to find the 2 goblins not faring well and the cave troll dying. I drew my sword and joined the battle, this dragon had to be stopped and i stopped it. it took me three exhausting hours with the help of the goblins to get the dragon down, but i manged to thrust my sword into the beasts heart. the creature died and i bathed my sword in it and christened it 'wyrmslayer' meaning dragon slayer in some far off language. since then wyrmslayer had saved me many times......</i><BR><BR>Pushniks smile freexes on his face as his smile dissapears<BR><BR><i>but this time the use of wyrmslayer is that of revenge. i will weild my sword as a sword of vengeance and slay those who did me wrong. they shall pay for their wrongdoings as i put them to the sword</i><BR><BR>Pushnik stops sharpening his sword and puts it away. He puts all his stuff away. He takes one more look at the morning sky and pulls his rucksack over his aching shoulders and starts walking with his hurting feet again. He knows he must reach the shire and then he can at least rest. but time is running down for him, he must get there soon otherwise he shall not get his chance...........
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby ElvenWanderer » Wed Jul 09, 2003 8:46 pm

The snow that had fallen was deep, the trees barren. Leighna tightened her traveling cloak about her, trying to retain her body heat. Alas, elven though she was, such harsh winters were not kindly towards her. Her breath clouded about her, her hair was crystalized and frozen. Sent to find and kill an orc... but not any orc... a strange one who befriended dwarves and loved an elf. She had been killed, and Leighna couldn't help but feel sorry for him. She followed his tracks easily enough through the freshly fallen snow. Leighna was the best tracker in all of middle earth, and had been Sauron's personal assassin. He had trusted her...<BR><BR>"No matter. Life will continue as it has these past years." Leighna stopped and looked ahead. He was far ahead of her, but the direction he was going... "It's as if he is headed towards the Shire!" Leighna exclaimed, surprised. "Fool... he'll be killed if anyone sees him! Doesn't he know that men still patrol the borders of the Shire?" <BR><BR>Leighna had never had trouble killing orcs. Humans... killing them was a waste of life... killing elves was almost unbearable. But somehow... kiling this orc would be difficult, she knew. But not because of his skills... she could outmatch anyone in middle earth... but because of something else...<BR><BR>"Well, i'd better go say hello before he notices me back here and get suspicious." Leighna though aloud. She ran at a healthy pace to reach him. She slowed down not two feet behind him, and he still was not aware of her presence.<BR><BR>She stepped to his side and began to walk next to him. "Why, hello there." she said cheerfully. The orc jumped, and Leighna laughed, like the tinkling sound of clear silver bells. "I'll not harm you, don't worry." Leighna happily stated. "I'm going to the Shire to meet up with some friends... i saw you a while back, well, your tracks, anyway... don't worry, i covered them up." Leighna said truthfully. "I'm Leighna, and you?"<BR><BR>"Why haven't you run? Have you not noticed that i an an orc, not an elf or human or dwarf? You have not killed me. Why?" He sounded suspicious.<BR><BR>"I don't discriminate against race. I kill if i'm attacked. Not for pleasure." it was true, Leighna thought. She never got pleasure out of killing... "What did you say your name was again?" Leighna asked again, waiting patiently for a reply as they trudged through the thick winter snow, side by side.<BR><BR>(OOC: sorry, i didn't see an OOC thread for this, please forgive me. is it allright if i post?)
User avatar
ElvenWanderer
Shield Bearer

 
Posts: 465
Joined: Tue Dec 03, 2002 4:36 am
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Thu Jul 10, 2003 2:38 pm

Pushnik eyes the elven creature suspiciously <i>'my name is pushnik the bloody handed, i am on a quest for vengeance'</i><BR><BR>Leighna nods 'what is your quest then pushnik?'<BR><BR>Pushniks face gains a grimace, he does not like people prying into his dealings. He looks at Leighna and sighs, he thinks maybe its time he opened up to someone. An elven creature is better than some goblin in a stinking inn trying to pick his pocket as he bares his soul. <i>'I am hunting down my tribe of the uruk hai my bretheren to exact revenge for what they did to me......'</i> Pushniks face shows him going into deep thought <i>'they were banging on the door crying out for me to come out and face them, when i didn't come out they broke down the door. They saw me with my arms round my guiding light and talking to my dwarven friends. They drew their swords and they slaughtered the mountain friends of mine. They then grabbed my love and mocked me, they told me that I was an orc that I should kill her but how could i kill her she was so beautiful and i loved her so much. they told me that if i didn't they would make me want to so i could end her pain. they sat me in a corner of the room as they laid her on the table and started torturing her body in front of me. i watched as they took a poker and burned her flesh with it, the smell of the burning flesh still haunts me and her screams of pain rip through me to this day. they scalded her with oil, burned her with pokers, cut her, whipped her. her elven beauty was corrupted by them and they decided she had suffered enough and passed me wyrmslayer telling me that i should end her pain and go back to the tribe. even with her pains she smiled at me as we stood face to face. I looked in her eyes and saw the love through the pain. they passed me my sword and she bowed her head. i took my sword and raised it, but instead of killing her i smited the orc next to me i killed him. the orcs leapt on me and beat me to the ground. they told me that i had made a huge mistake and the leader took his sword and just cut her head off. i screamed and cried. they left me with her body and just rode off leaving me in my pain. so i am going out to track them down and exact my vengeance on them or die trying'</i><BR><BR>Pushnik is quiet as they trudge through the snow, a solitary tear runs down his cheek and drops into the snow. The floodgates are now opened and he continues his tale<BR><BR><i>'i have travelled from the edges of middle earth and i am heading for the shire to meet a friend who has information on my tribe. my friend keeps their ear to the ground and apparently my tribe has been ransacking dwarven settlements in the mountains so i am heading there as long as i can get to the shire. although getting in will be hard with all the men still there. they bear a grudge against all orcs and i am not blameless myself. why do you think i am called pushnik the bloodyhanded? i killed many in the wars and many since, in war it was war, more recently its been survival. the ones in war i feel guilty about, those men of gondor and those riders of rohan had families futures but me i was bred just to kill and to be killed i was bred to be dispensible i had no dependables no children no loved ones. the guilt of my killings hang round my neck like a millstone. my guilt eats at me everyday. but i must get into the shire to speak to my contact so i can move on. going through middle earth is going to be incredibly hard for me but i will make it, i have to....'</i><BR><BR>Pushnik falls silent agfain and continues walking<BR><BR>(OOC: There is an ooc thread you are welcome to join though. I'll just bump the ooc thread up)
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby ElvenWanderer » Thu Jul 10, 2003 8:36 pm

"Well then, allow me to assist you in this quest of yours. I do believe i can at least get you into the Shire in tact. The hobbits are a fair folk, but still... seeing a lone orc wandering into their midst might not be taken lightly. But perhaps in the company of an elf... the Shire hobbits know me well. I can get you into the Shire unharmed." Leighna said confidently.<BR><BR>Pushnik nodded, and Leighna continued. "Well, i myself was of the Mordor army, of course... i wasn't up in the front ranks to be killed. Sauron's personal assassin, at your service." Leighna said, and bowed to the orc. "No job i couldn't handle. Sauron trusted me above all others, and no better assassin can be found in middle earth. Well, my real name is Leighna, but of course i haven't used that name in a while. Many years, in fact. They called me "Silent Death" and such. The armies all knew of me, but few knew that i was a woman. I rarely walked out into the ranks without a cloak. It seems that murdering people makes you quite unpopular. Everyone feared me, and i loved the power that my position granted me. But it was the position that bothered me. I don't like killing very much. It's not my people's way." Leighna said. She looked over at Pushnik, and he was staring at her. <BR><BR>"Silent Death? That was you all that time?! My, i never would have guessed. The others used to tell stories of you. It seemed that anyone who's anyone in that army knew who you were, and feared you." Pushnik added as an afterthought. <BR><BR>"You are in much pain still... i can feel it. Actually, there are a lot of things i am capable of. I can read minds, take away pain, and i am unable to die, even from wounds. But you'll know more about that later. But those gitfs are part of what made me so invaluable to Sauron."<BR><BR>They trudged on through the snow, and snowflakes fluttered with the sky with much grace and beauty.
User avatar
ElvenWanderer
Shield Bearer

 
Posts: 465
Joined: Tue Dec 03, 2002 4:36 am
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Fri Jul 11, 2003 1:56 pm

Pushnik looks at the beautiful elve with a look of disbelief, he cannot believe the one creature his bretheren and him had heard so much about that was a ruthless assasin was Leighna. No wonder she was so effective, she had a mystical magic about her a beauty about her that you could tell she could manipulate with. He had met Leighna before and had not known it, she was in the ranks next to him all those years ago that dark shadowy cloaked figure, a myth a legend in the mordor army was a female. Suddenly the look on pushniks face hardens<BR><BR><i>'you can read my mind? i don't like the idea of that, and as for your occupation how do i know i can trsut you? I mean your another spy from the war a great assasin, known for your wsift clean kills. how do i know you won't slit my throat while my back is turned?'</i><BR><BR>Pushnik then sighs as he gets all this out <i>'wait sorry for saying that, look i have a tiny chance of getting into the shire without you but i have a bigger chance if i go with you. some instinct tells me not to trust you but if i am to continue on my quest i have it seems no choice at all. to the shire with us.'</i> Pushnik then takes an apple out of his pocket and produces his knife. He cuts the apple in half and gives one half to Leighna <i>'i trust you leighna and although you claim to be invinsible and unkillable if you turn on me i will find a way to kill you, but i have a feeling and i hope that that day never comes so until then come eat with me as a friend'</i> the strange two continue walking and eating their apple halves. They get over the next hill as the sun is setting. In the distance you can see the edges of the shire. Pushnik smiles intently as he takes his holdall of his back. <i>'tonight we camp here, tomorrow we go to the shire. but tonight we stay here'</i> Pushnik starts taking his sleeping stuff out of his bag and he also gets out some dry frie wood and lights a fire. He then gets out some food and a big glass bottle. He takes the lid off the bottle and smiles at Leighna. <i>'this is pushniks homemade moonshine known to knock dwarves under the table in one shot, me it keeps the cold away from me. would you like some?'</i>
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby ElvenWanderer » Fri Jul 11, 2003 3:20 pm

"Ha!" Leighna said cheerfully. "Yes, thank you. I can hold my own at drinking." She took a sip and smiled at Pusknik, as if she had just drunk a bit of water. Pushnik smiled and nodded. "Now, about the whole mind-reading thing..." Leighna said after a while. "Most of the time i actually have to try to read someone's mind. But when someone is feeling a very strong emotion, i can tell. I don't like reading people's minds. As far as i'm concerned, it's the only aspect of a person that's private anymore. I don't like to take that away from people. And as for the question as to whether or not you can trust me... do you really think i'd have walked up and said hello to you if i wanted to kill you? I mean, please, you must at least give me some credit! Why would i walk up and strike up a conversation when i could just as easily have slaughtered you in your sleep or when you were unawares? After all, i was behind you for days, and not once did you look back towards me." she said with some finality.<BR><BR>It was true... if she had wanted to kill him, she would have done it already. It's best to kill someone before you get to know them. When you knew anything about the person other than you were to kill them, it made murdering them all that more personal. <BR><BR>They finished setting up camp and maintained the healthy fire that Pushnik had made. "Rest will not come easily tonight." Leighna said after a while, absent-mindedly. "But still, we must try."
User avatar
ElvenWanderer
Shield Bearer

 
Posts: 465
Joined: Tue Dec 03, 2002 4:36 am
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Sat Jul 12, 2003 3:06 pm

As the fire died down pushnik fell asleep, in a deep sleep but he was restless all night as his nightmares came to haunt him. In his nightmares she was there everytime standing there burnt, tortured and in pain, just standing there for him to see while all around his brothers from his tribe taunted him. In his nightmares he would see each blow at her many many times but the thing about the nightmare that scared him the most was that when it came to the part where he relived the beheading of Gwenleild he would see it in slow motion and see the pain on her face as the cold hard steel of the sword sliced at her skin, then her arteries before going through the bone with a horriffic sound. Then her body would drop to the floor and Pushnik would wake up screaming. Tonight was no different, he woke up screaming. <b>'GWENlEILD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'</b> Pushniks eyes looked round in horror, he had had a nightmare again. The sun was just starting to peek over the horizon so he decided to watch it rise. But his thoughts were too heavy for him to enjoy it. His mind flitted back and forth between her being in his arms and her death. He remembered the warmth of her body against his, the way his heart beated while she was near, the way her hair smelt, her smile and her melodic voice. He remembered her unparralleled beauty even in the elven race known for pure beauty. <i>'you always were a stunning creature, nothing could resist your beauty'</i> Pushnik said to the wind as if talking to Gwenleild. <i>'you were not so bad looking yourself my pushnik'</i> Pushniks heart skipped a beat as he heard the words, he knew she was still with him and that hellped him with his quest. <BR><BR>Pushniks assasin friend was still asleep, he looked over to her and saw an empty bottle of moonshine next to her. He chuckles and shakes his head before going on a little walk. He goes to trap some food for breakfast. He comes back with two hares, as Leighna awakes she is met with the sight of Pushnik skinning the hares and preparing them for roasting. <i>'breakfast will soon be ready leighna, roast hare very nice and filling to say the least'</i> Pushnik puts them on a spit and pust them over the fire. He was right the embers from the late night fire were perfect for cooking breakfast on. He sits back and looks at Leighna and smiles. <i>'so whats the plan on getting into the shire then?'</i>
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby ElvenWanderer » Sun Jul 13, 2003 6:59 am

Leighna looked at Pushnik. “Well, we pretty much just have to walk there, we cross the bridge, and stroll right in. They don't think twice about people walking calmly and friendly inside, but they might be suspicious to find an orc and an elf sneaking into the Shire.” Pushnik nodded. “So, what did you dream about? I sensed your pain. It woke me up. But I figured you wanted to be alone after it, so to pretended to be asleep.” Pushnik looked down at the ground and explained what he dreamed about. Leighna looked at Pushnik, feeling great concern for his well being. “And do you think that killing your tribe will take those dreams away? Maybe you just have to move on. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but maybe that’s what has to happen.”<BR><BR>“I don’t want to believe that…. I cannot believe that.” Pushnik said <BR><BR><BR>(OOC: sorry this is so short, but i don't have much time. i am going away for a week, and i would like you to play my character a bit. thank you!)
User avatar
ElvenWanderer
Shield Bearer

 
Posts: 465
Joined: Tue Dec 03, 2002 4:36 am
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Tue Jul 15, 2003 11:39 am

Pushnik looks at her with hatred burning in his eyes <i>'those brothers of mine, my bretheren destroyed my life. No it won't stop the dreams, nothing ever will believe me ive tried. Pipe weed, alcohol, magic none of it works. No my vengeance will not stop the dreams but killing them will make me feel a whole lot better'</i> then he looks down and sighs <i>'i know you are concerned but if you feel you can't continue with me i will understand but i need to get into the shire. so lets forget last night, and get cracking'</i><BR><BR>Leighna looks at Pushnik and sighs 'i felt your pain last night and i understand from the feelings coming from you. so we had better get going'<BR><BR>Pushnik smiles and starts putting his stuff away. He and Leighna get ready. They head off down the hill. 'So pushnik what is it with you and dark creatures?' asks Leighna. Pushnik chuckles, <i>'well you see fighting side by side with them during the war i never got to like them. they were passionate about killing, they thrived on it. While we moved from our positions to other places all my bretheren would talk about was our next prey and killing. It was ok with the simpler orcs who could barely put a coherent sentence together but with my uruk hai brothers who speak well you couldn't shut them up at all about death and killing. Me I drew my sword when we were attacked or when it was imperative. I got sick of it, and then when the war finished and the hunts for my kind happened I ran for my life. The other dark creatures didn't care if you were a dark creature too, they would snitch you and try to get you killed. Then they tormented me. You know the most annoying thing though?'</i><BR>Leighna smiles at him 'no what is it?'<BR>Pushnik smiles back <i>'goblins, bloody goblins they are so annoying. small annoying creatures that are sneaky, they chat too much, drink too much and will do anything for money. When I ran a bar it was terrible it seriously was the goblins would pick on everyone. they reallt are annoying, stupid too'</i> Leighna laughs.<BR><BR>Pushnik and Leighna realise they are near the shire now, a man has looked over at them curiously. He puts his hand on the hilt of his sword and walks over to them.<BR>The man speaks <b>you are an orc what business have you in the shire</b> Pushnik sees the man has a grip on his sword. Pushnik reaches for wurmslayer. He uncouples the belt that holds wurmslayer and places the sword in front of the man as a sign of friendly intentions. <i>'Human I am here with my elven friend here to see a few hobbit friends and to perhaps partake in some food at Bels cafe, we are not here to cause chaos'</i> The man eyes Pushnik up and down curiously, he has never met an orc who did not draw his sword on him to try and kill him, nor one who was friends with a hobbit or travels with an elve. <b>'You may pass orc both of you, pick up your sword we are not at war anymore give my regards to mirrabella'</b> Pushnik smiles at the human <i>'Thankyou sir'</i> with that Pushnik fastened wurmslayer back on and he and Leighna headed into the shire.<BR>'Why did you offer him your sword pushnik?' asked Leighna<BR><i>'Man does not trust my race, I do not blame him I do not trust my race. Plus I am on my way to kill orcs not humans and I know that throwing my sword down would make sure he would not kill me in cold blood. Elven people are noble but most gondorian men and riders of rohirron are not too far behind in nobility'</i> They keep on walking into the shire before stopping to see where they are.......
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby ElvenWanderer » Fri Jul 18, 2003 5:23 pm

Leighna looked around in wonder. She had to hand it to the men of Gondor… they had long protected the Shire. But she had always wondered why. And every time she returned to it, she was surprised yet again by it’s beauty. Everything was green… but it was no matter. She was not here to admire the shrubbery. It was near nightfall, so Leighna and Pushnik stayed at a small inn. They had rooms next door to each other. Leighna awoke in the middle of the night, sensing pain from Pushnik. “Another of his dreams.” Leighna muttered to herself, slightly mad at how she had been woken up yet again. She climbed out of bed and stepped out into the dark hallway of the inn. She carefully opened the door to Pusknik’s room and she silently slipped inside. Pushnik was tossing and turning in his bed, the blankets knotted up into a ball. She sat on the edge of the bed, and put her hand on his cheek. Almost immediately, his movement stopped. Leighna stroked his forehead as a mother would for a child. The moonlight cast a dim light over the other half of the room. Shadows of tree leaves were cast over the wall and floor. Leighna placed her hand on Pushnik’s forehead and closed her eyes. She saw his dream, every horrid detail of it. Even before it was over, Leighna had to open her eyes to escape the ending of it. She was trembling slightly. Closing her eyes again after a few minutes, she saw the beginning of the dream reply. “Over and over…” she thought to herself. “How horrible for him…” She sighed as she thought of what she was about to do, but she wanted to give him at least one night when his dreams were not haunted by his lover’s face. <BR><BR>She put her hands on his face, and took a deep breath. Leighna pictured Pushnik avenging his lover, killing his enemies, and finally having peace. In turn, it transferred to his dream. But the pain still remained. Placing one hand over Pushnik’s heart, a golden light filled the room, and Leighna felt Pushnik’s pain seeping into her own body. After a few moments, it flooded into her. Leighna fainted, and lay there next to Pushnik. <BR><BR>She was awaken by Pushnik while it was still dark out. Her eyes fluttered open and she heard him calling her name. He looked slightly angry. <BR><BR>“How did you get in here? Why are you in here?” <BR><BR>“You left the door unlocked. I came to help you…” she said groggily. <BR><BR>Suddenly his voice changed “It <i>was</i> you in the dream.” <BR><BR>“What?” Leighna couldn’t remember ever including herself in the dream. <BR><BR>“In my dream… it was the same thing…watching her die, and all of a sudden I felt as if I wasn’t going through it alone, like someone was there with me but I couldn’t see them… and then all of a sudden I saw myself killing my tribe, and I looked over to the side, where the sun was just coming up over the horizon, and I saw a figure illuminated in bright golden sunlight. At first I thought it was her, but then you stepped down and I saw that it was you. You had your sword. It was covered in orc blood. And you ran to me and hugged me. And I felt all my pain leaving me. It was wonderful.” He finished.<BR><BR>Leighna was speechless. She was quite sure that she had not included that in her thoughts. “But… Pushnik… have you ever had dreams before that came true? Because I came in here, sat down, and you looked so hurt… I had to help. I saw your dream with her in it… and I weaved the part of the other dream about you defeating your tribe, but not the rest. That was you. I did heal your pain… well, not healed, but absorbed, I guess you could say. Well, I’d better get back to bed. Big day tomorrow.” Pushnik nodded wistfully, and Leighna returned to her room. <BR><BR>In the morning, she found Pushnik in the main room at a table. “Why didn’t you wake me up? It must be nearly noon! Leighna said, exasperated.<BR><BR>“You deserved to sleep. I didn’t dream of it after I went back to sleep. Thank you so much…” <BR><BR>Leighna, for possibly the first time in her life, was totally speechless….<BR>
User avatar
ElvenWanderer
Shield Bearer

 
Posts: 465
Joined: Tue Dec 03, 2002 4:36 am
Top

Postby narnensul » Sat Jul 19, 2003 5:44 am

The day dawned late. Fingers of the night still gripped the lands, but in time the valiant sun drove the shadows away. It was midday when the Shire began to stir from their sleep, many hastened to make breakfast so they could warm up their chilly holes with their cooking fires. Little children scurried around, finding mittens, coats, boots, and scarves, piling them all on their little bodies and running out the door. Their ears still perked up so they could hear their mothers calling when food was ready. The men of the houses weren’t as animated, preferring to stay in their beds instead of clearing the roads and paths for carts.<BR><BR>The day dragged on slowly, with very little change. The tired sun sunk early behind the tree tops as the small company found themselves on the Shire’s main road. Little hobbit children were nestled snugly underneath heavy quilts with red cheeks and noses. And the parents began to shut the house up for the night. Shutters were latched and tea towels were rolled and placed under the cracks, candles were blown out and fires were tended to. The citizens of the village drifted to sleep...all but one.<BR><BR>A solitary figure emerged from her rather large round door and silently walked into the darkening night. Her feet seemed to barely touch the snow drifts as her trench coat billowed behind her lithe frame, sweeping away any marks she made. Her name was Anarya, older sister of Gwenlield and daughter of Aldaron. She was renown across middle earth as a chaser of myths, hunter of relics, and rover. The elf moved to the Shire for many years ago to live a quiet life, well liked by her neighbors and townspeople and known as a gracious host and guest. It was a suitable life for her but she did not break ties with her friends or turn down opportunities that came her way. Her reputation was tested often when strange people and creatures came to visit or when she left in the middle of the night and come back weeks or months later. But her charming personality was hard to dislike.<BR><BR>It was a short walk to the tavern, one she knew well, even in the growing twilight. The elf stopped in front of the tavern’s door, a carved sign swinging wildly above her head, and rested a hand on the knob. Songs drifted from the cracks and men’s voices rose and fell with laughter, the tavern was most respectable in the lands of the Shire, and known for its fine ale. Though Anarya only drank it when dwarven friends visited, it was a far better brew than the other taverns and even the dwarves complimented it. The denizens inside were likely to be humans or other sorts for hobbits retired early and rose late. Hopefully Pushnik would be inside.<BR><BR>Anarya pushed open the door, the smell of ale and pipeweed greeted her nose and she walked in. The blast of chilled wind sent the colorful scarves tied around her arms, belt, and legs swirling around her. It was a queer way of dress, but it gave her a sort of distinction. People never doubted her identity, she had been wearing them as long as anyone could remember, which way quite a ways back. Mirabella greeted the elf in a friendly manner as Anarya sat at the bar. The two conversed quietly, Anarya asked if she had given an orc a room for the night and Mirabella nodded.<BR><BR>Anarya and Pushnik had never the chance to meet each other in person but had communicated through letters and messages. After Gwenlield was killed it was the first time he wrote to her. She knew him only from her sister’s letters and conversations whenever she happened to visit, but Gwenlield wasn’t with them anymore. Pushnik now wished for revenge upon the band of orcs, Anarya did as well and she did not deny it. She tracked that band of orcs for many moons, she watched them from afar, cursing them and screaming. Her words were lost in the wind but her heart burned on. Anarya was the contact he spoke of and was to give him all the information she had.<BR><BR>From what she could extract from Mirabella, Pushnik entered with a she-elf and both took rooms for the night. They retired early, weary from a long travel in the deep drifts of snow. Anarya thanked her and sat down near the crackling fire on the far side of the tavern. Hours passed as the number of people in the room dwindled and candles burned low. No one disturbed her, instead they thought she was asleep, Anarya hadn’t shifted once. But she was awake, merely in deep thought.<BR><BR>When she stirred from her ponderings and back to reality, the first rays of sun were beginning to hit the dusty windows. The embers of the fire still glowed red, but a young hobbit lad was piling on more logs. He grinned and nodded in her direction. Anarya was beautiful like all elves, but she never quite cared for it, it brought more trouble than good. Her hair was a golden brown, unlike her sister’s it was straight and worn in elvish fashion. Anarya’s eyes were a deep green and her skin tan from her long days traveling. She and Gwenlield looked very much alike, though they were many years apart in age. But Anarya had seen a great deal more in her life and appeared a bit more weathered and serious than her little sister.<BR><BR>People began to filter down into the main room, with a great deal of grogginess and a large appetite. The she-elf watched quietly, waiting patiently for Pushnik. He came down the stairs and sat quietly at a table, he did not notice Anarya but she studied him for quite some time. The she-elf Mirabella spoke of came down a while later and the two talked, both on pleasant terms with the other.<BR><BR>Anarya rose from her seat and approached the table. Pushnik glanced up and started visibly at the sight of her, not because he hadn’t noticed her movements but because she looked so much like Gwenlield. With a gaping mouth he stared at her but pulled himself together and stood. She took both his hands and greeted him in elvish fashion.<BR><BR>“We meet at last Pushnik.”<BR><BR>They sat down and Anarya nodded to the she-elf who remained seated.<BR><BR>“I suppose you’d like to hear what I know.”
User avatar
narnensul
Ranger of the North
 
Posts: 1100
Joined: Sun Jun 16, 2002 8:34 pm
Top

Postby Pushnikbloodyhanded » Tue Jul 22, 2003 3:35 pm

Pushnik just sat there staring at the elven creature, she was just as beautiful as her sister and all her race but it still scared him to see the likeness in her. His mind raced he needed to know the information but he couldn't believe he was finally sitting with the woman who had grown up with his beloved and had been writing to him for so long. He stops staring and smiles weakly 'Yes yes of Course Anarya I want to know but first may I say that its a pleasure to finally meet the woman Gwenlield spoke so highly of. She loved you Anarya so much and before she died we were discussing coming to see you but...... well you know the unhappy rest. But first I need to introduce you to my new travelling companion, this is Leighna she is a assasin. I trust her completly and I vouch for her support in our quest to destroy my evil bretheren. Please though do continue with what you have planned.' Pushnik looks round and signals for Mirrabella to bring a bottle of her fine raspberry wine. He then leans in to hear as much as possible of what Anarya has to say.<BR><BR>(OOC: Guys I am so sorry I have not rp'd in days. been a lil busy but i am bk now <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
User avatar
Pushnikbloodyhanded
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 209
Joined: Fri Mar 08, 2002 4:33 pm
Top

Postby Haara » Wed Jul 23, 2003 11:56 pm

The Ranger was quick to head down through the trees to the river. He knew that it wouldn't be long before it would be time to make camp. He'd need a fire to roast the wonderful game he had managed to catch himself. His time with the elves had given him a good skill with the bow.<BR>Sitting down to clear a space for his fire, he listened carefully to make sure he hadn't been followed or noticed. There were reports of orc tracks in these parts, as well as wolves and he was not about to chance his supper. Jernian used his knife to carve some nearby sticks into a spit for his wonderful fowl. A bit of roasting and he would have a grand meal. It saved him a trip to the tavern in the nearest town.<BR>So, without further ado, he dug into his meal with gusto and washed the meat down with his horn of water. Not a bad supper. Not at all.<BR>------------<BR>OOC: I will do a ranger and the Uruk-Hai, but I figured to intro this one first.
User avatar
Haara
Shield Bearer
 
Posts: 155
Joined: Fri May 30, 2003 1:48 pm
Top

Postby narnensul » Mon Jul 28, 2003 4:16 pm

Anarya accepted the wine gratefully, a smile sweetening her lips. Love never looked kindly on Anarya, but for Gwenlield, it was a much different story. She greatly admired her little sister in more ways than Gwenlield had ever known. Resting her calloused hands on the table, she looked silently at Pushnik before beginning her story. After a few minutes she leaned forward slowly. Hobbits were good listeners, especially to stories not intended for their ears, and this conversation was not their business to know. <BR><BR>"I learned the sad news while visiting a skin changer, one of Beorn's blood and a very old friend of mine. Days after I arrived, the waters carried whispers of death in my family and a rover from those parts later confirmed my fears. I departed immediately and headed for your town, but I did not make it. I suppose I had changed my mind for my anger and hurt was still fresh and my thoughts were not clear, but I found myself tracking the foul orc company. When they went into the mountains, I ended my pursuit but my fate is somehow tied to them, in more ways than one.<BR><BR>One moon passed and I lived quietly in my house, my restless spirit seemed to finally become dormant. At last I appeared to be settling down...but my wandering soul could not be so easily forgotten.<BR><BR>I suppose Gwenlield has told you a little bit about my profession, if you can call it that...I seek things that cannot be sought and I prevail. I hunt for things long forgotten and I find them. The people of Middle Earth have many nicknames for me but the one that seems to have stuck is "Windwalker". A silly little name and I never picked it out, it just seemed to follow me because of my scarves. I am sure you have heard stories of this "Windwalker"...some true and some false. But that might give you an idea of what I do.<BR><BR>One day after that first moon, I returned to my occupation after about two months away. The wound in my heart was still fresh but I journeyed up to the dwarven cities to locate a particular map rumored to reside in the dwarves' rarely-used library. For a week I resided in their fine halls but in that very week a tragedy befell us. A dwarven settlement east of there was destroyed by a band of orcs. I left immediately on my own and made way to the attacked city, before I reached its walls, I spotted the group of orcs. To my horror it was the same band that killed my sister. But in my heart I knew it was neither the time nor place to fight them."<BR><BR>Anarya ended her story with a smile. But it was not of happiness or joy, but one of sorrow and old memories. She leaned back in her chair and laced her fingers behind her head, watching Pushnik's reaction to the news. A song swelled in the corner of the room as the group sat in silence. The orc looked at her thoughtfully as he considered the news and weighed options.<BR><BR>"I left just before the weather took a turn for the worst. They made camp, nothing big but sturdy, to last them a month before they move on. I expect they want news to die down until they go back out. When the weather improves, they'll move. I know exactly where they are and how many. We'd need more people to take on a group like that."<BR><BR>"We?"<BR><BR>Pushnik asked, his brow raising slightly. Anarya nodded, her mind was made up and they let the matter rest for the moment. She slipped a hand inside her trench coat and extracted a map from one of her many pockets. She unrolled the parchment and sat a glass on a corner to keep it from rolling up. Smoothing it out, Anarya placed a finger at the base of the Misty Mountains far up north on the Ettenmoors.<BR><BR>“They fled from the dwarven settlements and went here. A wild place if there ever was one.”<BR>
User avatar
narnensul
Ranger of the North
 
Posts: 1100
Joined: Sun Jun 16, 2002 8:34 pm
Top

Postby MirabellaBlack » Tue Jul 29, 2003 4:45 pm

<i> Bel had been hoping she would hear what was being planned at the table but Anarya had made sure she knew she was not needed at the table any longer. With a heavy heart Bel left to serve Andwise Took and his friends with the best of her Crabapple Cider, seeing their friend Bel looking sad they burst into a cheery song about a feast. Soon their singing became lively and it echoed around the cosy bar</i>.<BR><BR> Pushnik manages to catch Bels' eye and beckons her to their table, he asks for more wine and beer for himself, Bel notices that Anarya has placed a map onto the table, she places the wine and beer upon the table and quickly glances at the map noticing that Anarya has her finger poised at the Misty Mountains, if only she knew what was going on after all Pushnik was an old friend. All she knew for sure was that his beautiful elf maiden had been killed and that he was devastated for his loss. Then out of the blue he turns up here at her tavern in the Shire and with another elf. And now he had two of them whatever was going on?<BR><BR><i>Bel decided to find out by asking Anarya if she could help in any way. "I see you are thinking of going to the Misty Mountains" do you know the way it is wild and not a good place to travel around, many get themselves lost. Maybe I could help you as I have in my back room many maps of that area that have been passed down to me from my anscestors they may not be up to date but show many pathways that may no longer be known to people or creatures.It is possible you could make good use of them. I too am a good cook and would gladly prepare food for your departure</i>. <BR>
User avatar
MirabellaBlack
Ranger of the North
 
Posts: 2025
Joined: Thu Mar 07, 2002 5:38 am
Top

Postby ElvenWanderer » Fri Aug 01, 2003 8:29 am

"I'd better go now. I've got things to do. It was nice meeting you, Pushnik. I told you i'd get you into the Shire safely. Well, i guess i'll be going now. Bye." said Leighna. She was halfway out the door when Pushnik ran after her. He put a hand on her shoulder and she turned around.<BR><BR>"What's wrong? Why aren't you staying? I thought you were going to help me kill my bretheren." he said, looking into her eyes.<BR><BR>"Well, i figured you wouldn't need my help. After all, you've got them. You should be fine. Good-bye." she said, and turned to leave. "I'm sure we'll see each other again." Leighna said. All of a sudden she had a very sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. <i>Yes, i'll see you again, only the next time i see you i'll have to kill you.</i> she thought to herself. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She walked away as fast as she could without running so Pushnik could not see her cry. But maybe he had...<BR><BR>**********************************************************************<BR><BR>Leighna kneeled in front of the orc. "I found him."<BR><BR>"Rise, Leighna, you don't need to kneel before me." Leighna stood up. "Did you kill him yet?"<BR><BR>"No."<BR><BR>"Why not?"<BR><BR>"He's coming here to kill you all. I thought you might want to know. I have his complete trust. He is a fool." Leighna said, not believing her own words. <BR><BR>"So what will you do now?"<BR><BR>"I'm going to follow and track him. He's got a few elves with him, last time i saw. Maybe i can kill them off on the way there. He won't be expecting me. They'll never even know i'm there." Leighna read the orc's mind. He trusted her.<BR><BR>"Good. Now go." the orc said, and Leighna left.<BR><BR><i>Should i tell Pushnik about this? No, he wouldn't believe me. If i back out of this, those orcs will have a price on my head. I'll never be able to sleep again.<i> she thought.
User avatar
ElvenWanderer
Shield Bearer

 
Posts: 465
Joined: Tue Dec 03, 2002 4:36 am
Top

Postby narnensul » Sun Aug 03, 2003 6:25 am

"Maps? I doubt your maps would help us, unless we wished to take a stroll through Hobbiton on one of the halfling walking paths, my dear Mirabella."<BR><BR>Anarya said in a playful tone watching the hobbit pour more wine into their glasses. The hobbit laughed, the silvery sound breaking through the noise of the room with ease.<BR><BR>"But perhaps we'll take a look. You're maps have helped even the most weathered ranger. Though rangers are but little children when compared to myself...Yet, I admit to having found a great deal of back paths in the Shire when I don't wish to run into neighbors, those maps have helped me a great deal. I have several paths in mind, but looking at a larger map might help me choose the swiftest route. Thank you Bel.” <BR><BR>Anarya rose and just as she was doing so, Leighna abruptly left . Pushnik followed her, but his attempts to have her stay were futile. The orc returned to the table, an expression of bewilderment painted across his face. Anarya needed no words to realize what he was thinking. Anarya smiled reassuringly and placed a hand on his shoulder. Sweeping a lock of hair from her face, she spoke softly.<BR><BR>“Come, let us look at the maps.”<BR><BR>
User avatar
narnensul
Ranger of the North
 
Posts: 1100
Joined: Sun Jun 16, 2002 8:34 pm
Top


Return to Role Playing: The Prancing Pony (Middle-earth Only)

Who is online

Users browsing this forum: No registered users and 4 guests