Hunting the Wolf

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Postby Hallavasaion » Thu Sep 18, 2003 5:19 pm

Syn sat in disbelief as he read the letter in his room at the inn. It was from Thranduil stating that people from villages around Dale have been asking for assistance against attacks of an unknown source. It also said that if need be recruit people to help. Who would help? ,he thought. He rose and started out the door but started to have a sudden fit of the shakes and he started to see visions of people being massacred and of the lidless eye. After awhile they faded but Syn could not understand the significance of the eye as Sauron was defeated years ago. He walked downstairs to the tavern to try and recruit people.
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Fri Sep 19, 2003 3:44 pm

Alqualossen watched as an Elf came down the stairs into the Tavern. She herself was sitting at a table drinking a pint of ale, and playing a betting game with some of the other tavern patrons. She (with an Elf's luck) was winning by far, and enjoyed the scowls on her friend's faces. <BR> "Oh, come on Chase!" her friend called her by her nickname, "Let us win a little! Stop hoggin' all the wins!"<BR> "You're just jealous, my friend. Now I'm much more experianced in this game...so suck it up or leave the table," said she.<BR> "I bet you're cheating," said another player.<BR> "And I bet you you're wrong."<BR> "How much?"<BR> "All the money you got left."<BR> "Deal."<BR> "Anyone else want in the bet?" <BR> "I do!" cried another of the players.<BR> "I do!" repeated Alqualossen's friend. <BR> "Ok. You all just bet me ALL of the money you got left that I'm cheating...correct?" the others nodded. "Well...search me. I gaurentee you I'm not." Her friend stood up and started to seach Alqualossen's sleeves to make sure she had no cards stuck up them...or any other kind of trick. <BR> "Nothing. Not a single trick. How do you do it, Chase?"<BR> "Do what? Play the game correctly? Easy. Follow the rules. And I suppose, now, that you all have no money left, the game is over. Oh...look...that Elf over there is speaking...I wonder what he wants?"
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Postby Hallavasaion » Fri Sep 19, 2003 6:21 pm

Syn looked around. He didn't like to do this as solo was his normal thing. He smoothed back his moderate outcropping of hair on his head and absently scratched his skull tattoo. He noticed an elven female betting at cards and thought of her as maybe the first recruit. He approached her. "Would you be willing to do a service for the King Thranduil of Mirkwood?" ,said Syn, "If so please follow me so I can explain more without other ears around." With that he left for a room in the tavern he had set aside for himself by the tavern owner.
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Fri Sep 19, 2003 6:45 pm

<i> In Mordor…..</i><BR><BR><BR>In the midst of Mordor lay a huge hole. A scar, one that had seen the life and death of a great power. This scar was were Barad-dur once stood. Now it was empty and lifeless. <BR><BR>Yet all hope of evil, if some can call it hope, was not yet gone. For out of the ashes rose tiny sprouts of what once was. Evil. The wills too strong to dominate, the powers to great to destroy. They were rising, rising out of the ashes of defeat, into an age of new opportunities. New life to live off of, new, innocent, lives to take for their own.<BR><BR>The elves had gone, at least most of them. Only men were left to save the world from the new power rising, a power that grew slowly and surely as an oak tree. The dwarves were to consumed with there mountains to help the rest of the world. They were like the older irresponsible brothers, the elves were the old mothers, and the men were the babes of Middle-earth. And now the great dragon was rising to eat the babe.<BR><BR>The power was small, now. But it would grow to be more powerful than Sauron had ever envisioned. It would grow to be a threat to even Valinor. Now, it was praying upon the tiny villages and hamlets on the borders of Mordor. It was trying to clear it’s territory.<BR><BR>The power was to small and weak to start ruling the land by itself, it needed a General. With the Nazgul gone and the Mouth of Sauron dead, it needed a new leader. <BR><BR>Her name was Moreriel. She was once the apprentice of the Mouth of Sauron. Now, he was dead and she belonged no one. She was quite happy about that too. Moreriel was a very beautiful woman, and she knew it. She would often, in her days of youth, use them to her advantage. She was also old. She was just a babe when Sauron attached Gondor. She was captured and taken into Mordor, where the Mouth of Sauron raised her to be his heir. She turned out to be more than he could have hoped for.<BR><BR>Now, she was hiding. She was hiding with many others like her and yet she was totally different from them. She slept in the same places as the great orc chieftains and the old Nazgul horses. The strong and the brave only survived the destruction. She was one of them, and yet so far from them. She was their leader. She was more powerful than any of them. They feared her and worshiped here at the same time. That was their difference. Her head was always held higher than any of the others. Her pride, untouched. Her malice, unchallenged. And her power was second only to one. Her Master. The One who had chosen her for this task. The One who had given her the gift of power over the wild and wicked.<BR><BR>Moreriel was gifted with many powers. One of her specialties was snakes. Odd you might say, well not to her. They came naturally. When she was a child and just starting to learn the black arts, she tried to summon Shelob. Instead, she called up a giant snake. Since that day, she has been called the Lady of the Snakes. And she has always had a snake with her, wherever she goes. <BR><BR>As of this moment she was getting ready for another assault on a small village a few miles west o the border. Her sword was sharp and her darts were drenched in poison. Her eyes were as red as the angry sea. “Tonight, blood will spill,” she said. “And I will be the first one to draw it!” When she said this every orc, goblin, or any other vile creature heard her and knew to obey her wish. “My Lady,” said one orc, “The troops are ready, and they are getting restless for blood.” “Quiet them down then. I don’t want any blood spilt before I do.” She paused for a moment, “Tell them that if they find any children, they may bring them here and cook them however they like.” “That should please ‘em my Lady. I will do as you say.” And went off to tell the others leaving Moreriel alone. “Tonight the boys are going to have quite a feast. And soon all of Middle-earth will know the power of my Master.”<BR><BR>(OOC: hope it's not to long)
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Fri Sep 19, 2003 7:11 pm

Alqualossen followed the strange elf into another room curiously after excusing herself from her friends.<BR> "What is it you have to say, sir?" she asked as she closed the door behind her. "What about the King of Mirkwood?"<BR> "What is your name?"<BR> "Alqualossen. But you may call me Chase. Who are you, and what service is this that you speak of?"<BR> "I am Syn. And great evil is dawning upon this world. I need your help, as well as the help of others to destroy it." <BR> "Evil? Evil was destroyed long ago...I wasn't even born then, but my parents used to tell the tales to me all the time. Sauron is dead. Orcs are dying out of the mountains (I should know because I hunt them all the time), how could evil reapear?"
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Postby tar_ancalime » Sat Sep 20, 2003 4:58 pm

A voice rang out from the corner, "Evil will never disappear,it is needed, for without it good cannot exist." As soon as the voice had spoken, two daggers flew at her,neither aimed to kill, but to capture. She casually caught both Alqualossen's and Syn's dagger with out so much as a scratch.
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Postby Tetzel » Sun Sep 21, 2003 3:06 am

Not only in Mordor had evil survived. In Isengard, even under the occupation of the Ents, had hiddeous beasts out lasted the onslaught of the West. Deep in the Walls had things lived for many years and still in the basements of Orthanc things crawled over the walls in the pitch black. Now they were being called to The Lady. They knew not who she was, but they had to follow.<BR>At night, if one watched carefully, it was possible to see dark shadows drifting over the Walls and through the trees that had sprung up there. They slunk away across the Fords of Isen, heading South.<BR>Even before The Lady had appeared, there were other things that had hidden, not for evil, but for good. Not all that served the dark powers did so of their free will. Tetzel had been forced to fight for the Wizard of Many Colours, because he hoped for salvation, not mastership, not for blood, just for the chance to see things as one, not to share his body with another. But the Wizard had done nothing and there was no chance any of the White powers would believe his story adn he would have died.<BR><BR>He was old, to old, but with the body of a youth. His rich, slightly weathered features and a completely shaved head. He had survived because of a demon of the Ancient world, of ancient evil shared his soul. Now he wanted rid of it. He wanted to die. But no sword, least of all his own could kill him. Only Gandalf could have saved him, as he killed the Balrog who was part of him, but Gandalf was gone.<BR><BR>Tetzel now travelled alone. He liked that. He was no longer a danger to others and when the need came he would fight and fight alone, hoping for that salvation that he could never find. His horse now carried him along a road that led to Gondor. A new Gondor that was ruled by a might house. He wished to see it again. He had been born there, in the sixth ring of the city, in the inn his father had owned.<BR>He was seraching for his roots.<BR><BR>As he passed under the rebuilot gates, a gust of wind blew the hood that shrouded his face. Beneath it, a face with firey eyes, was a bald head that was covered with a tatoo of a scorpion, black, and almost alive.<BR><BR>((I'm sorry, i should have waited, but i couldn't<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0>))
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Sun Sep 21, 2003 12:54 pm

Moreriel stood at the borders of the village with many other creatures behind her. She motioned to one of the chieftains to come to her side. "Hold the troops back until you hear a scream, then, make them wish they had never seen the light of day!” “Yes ma’am.” <BR><BR>Moreriel was wearing ranger garb and her eyes were blue, a disguise that no one would doubt. She crept along the sides of houses and inns till she came to a pub. Men were laughing and gearing in the pub, not knowing that their end was near. Moreriel walked casually into the pub no one even looked twice at her. She walked up to a young man, quite handsome, and started talking to him, almost flirting. “So, I’m new around these parts,” she said, “I normally stay in the wood. Do you think you, maybe, could show me around?” A gleam came into his eye and he winked at her. “Yeah, I know a few places tat might be interesting to you. Come with me.” So she followed him out the door. When they reached a dark place she suddenly grabbed his throat and pinned him against the wall of an old barn. “You thought you had caught quite the prize, didn’t you? Well, You’ll be the first to find out what this world will be coming to!” Then she stabbed him in the gut. “Death! That’s what’s coming to the world!” He let out a cry of pain as he slowly died. “A gut wound is not the way a man such as yourself should die. But you’re an acceptation.” And she laughed as she walked away from the dying man he just sat there and gasped for air. “And you will not be the last to die,” she said. <BR><BR>Before long, Moreriel could hear the screams coming from the outer edges of the village. She saw men coming out of their houses with pitchforks, swords and spears. <i>No hope, yet they still persist.</i> As a crowd of men started to run for the border Moreriel kneeled down and started to write runes in the dust of the street. When she was finished she spoke a few strange words to the runes. The runes started to wiggle and twist, and then they shot off into the darkness. A few seconds later two large mounds started to make their way towards her. The mounds burst from earth, and as the dust cleared two huge snakes stood in front of her. “Follow those men and don’t let them live another second.” The snakes dove into the ground and started to make their way towards the group of men. Moreriel smiled when she heard the scream of one man, it sounded like a woman. <BR><BR>Moreriel had been walking through the carnage and found one man still alive. She walked over to him and just stared at him. He was shaking, head to foot, and he wasn’t that young. “Why do you kill innocent lives? Why must you haunt our dreams again?” “Because, I have a need to, and my troops have that same need. We have a need for blood. And,” She paused, “because it’s fun!” She didn’t kill him, but she picked him up and looked into his eyes as if she was looking into his soul. Her already red eyes began to grow redder and they started to swirl. Then the man’s gray eyes started to swirl with tiny flecks of red. “Do as I say and you shall not be harmed.” The man nodded as if in a trance. “Go to the city of Minas Tirith and tell every one there what you have seen here. Do this and you shall be greatly rewarded.” Then the man <i>walked</i> away with out saying a word. “Tonight, it starts. One power shall rule all!”<BR>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Mon Sep 22, 2003 6:36 am

(ooc...Hallavasion, what town is the in at? I'll make up one...and when I find out I'll edit it) <BR><BR> In Minas Tirith, Alqualossen, Syn, and the new arrival where talking about Thranduils message. While Syn was speaking, Alqualossen gave a gasp of pain and fell to the floor. Her two companions immediatly tried to help her, though she was curled up on the floor gasping for breath and a little trickl of blood ran down the side of her mouth. Finally, a few hours later, she started breathing normally again. <BR><BR>"What happened?" asked Syn.<BR><BR>"I felt...I felt distruction. I felt death. Something is not right. Gondor is in trouble. Evil has struck."<BR><BR>"So it begins."
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Postby Lanuviel » Mon Sep 22, 2003 9:25 am

<i>The wind had strengthened steadily throughout the day, and in Gondor rain was beginning to arrive, torrential and chilling to the bone. Thick black clouds oppressed the horizon, and within five minutes of the heavens unleashing its fury everything within touch of the elements was soaking wet.<BR><BR>A soaking wet <b>someone</b> wound their way around the fourth ring of that city, heading not inwards, to the first, but outwards. They were purposeful in their task, no matter how wet she - for the figure was slender and agile, with the unmistakable curves of the fairer sex - was becoming. Indeed, both the drawn hood and covering of her black cloak were sticking to her form, pronouncing her gender in the way only wet clothes could.<BR><BR>Half an hour later, and - having reached the point where she couldn't actually get any wetter - she paused in the centre of the sixth ring. There weretravellers around, making their way to shelter in the form of an Inn as darkness began to draw in. The temperature had been steadily dropping for some time, and the breath of the young woman could quite clearly be seen on the early evening air.<BR><BR>Shuddering despite herself, the feminine figure sidled along the edge of a series of buildings, passing several rows of Inns - one within which Syn and the others were housed - before stopping eventually at a huge, boarded-up building on the very edge of the sixth ring. It may have been a warehouse in its former glory, or some sort of 'house of ill repute'. Now, it was almost so dilapidated as to be considered dangerous - and yet it could not be demolished, for it was sandwiched between housing and Inns on either side.<BR><BR>As she approached the building, stuck in its own kind of limbo, the young woman peered around cautiously, trying to ignore the water dripping from the rim of her hood and blurring her sight. Once she was satisfied that all was clear, she ducked underneath a plank barring the door at waist height, displaying a sense of strong agility in the fluid act. The plank fell back into place as if it had never been moved, and outside on the soaking cobbles life went on.</i><BR><BR>"Wet outside, is it?" <i>A deep, manly voice jeered. Without even pausing in her quest to rid herself of her cloak, the young woman in turn offered a few choice curses to the darkness. Several different chuckles followed, all but one being male. In a spluttering of tinder, three lanterns were lit, shedding some light on the proceedings with their orange-yellow glow.<BR><BR>The Warehouse, it seemed, had two floors. It was set out in much the same way as a barn was, having the second floor starting half-way along the length of the building, it being accessable by three ladders set out at points along the width. Scatterings of old blankets and surprisingly dry hay had been set out on the floor, and on the second layer there were dozens of whole hay bales being used as rests by those that occupied it - evidently the Inns nearby used it as a storage for their horse bedding.<BR><BR>The young woman, having de-cloaked herself, was intent on wringing as much water as she could from her hair, already beginning to dry a little in loose ringlets the sun-kissed colour of the Rohirrim. Her eyes were a bright, inquisitive blue that could pierce as efficiently as they could sparkle, and her high cheekbones, sweeping lashes and arched eyebrows gave the distinct impression of some sort of past Elven inheritage, accented further by the slight curve, reminiscent of her great - grandmother, of her ears. She wore simple men's clothing in browns and blacks, as was every other person.</i><BR><BR>"Seriously, Rowan - how was it?" <i>A young man asked, taking a lantern from her as she climbed the ladder and made herself comfortable among the hay bales. He was a comely young man, one whom all the ladies back in Rohan lusted after. In reality, he was quite taken by his commander - but was well aware that it would be impossible to go beyond friendship. The Captain of the 'home guard' - that was a laugh in itself - had always had an aura about her that kept men at their distance, no matter how much they wanted her. You got the distinct impression you wouldn't like to upset her...<BR><BR>Thankfully, he never had. Rowan Arthelion turned to him, offering him a cheeky smile that could have otherwise labelled her as one of them, had it not been for the hidden granite behind her eyes.</i><BR><BR>"They haven't suspected a thing, Galcryn. I've spoken to the captain of the Gondorian Knights, who says he shall send re-inforcements to the skirmishes that we had spotted on the outskirts on the way in. Odd, really," <i>Rowan proclaimed, grinning,</i> "That for the Home guard we're so good at infiltration! I just hope Rohan has not been injured while we are away..."<BR>"What I don't understand," <i>An older man to her left said, puzzlement and doubt in his tones,</i> Is how Gondor can be insuch trouble. True, there have been sightings of monsters on the outskirts - we have seen one with our own eyes. But still... enough to asail the White City, Surely not..."<BR>"But, Loman..." <i>Rowan interjected, fixing her soldiers with a gaze that was as caring as it was authoratitive,</i> "This invasion isn't just something we can see and fight. It is the fear as muchas anything - can you not feel it yourself? It promotes civil unrest, the rumours having not been confirmed or denied. So they stay as rumours, morphing and circulating unti there is an army of twenty thousand at their door, whether they have the evidence to back it up or not. When they are weak is when the threat will truly strike." <i>She finished on a note of solemnity, frowning deeply. Sighing, a large soldier - almost six and a half feet, give or take an inch - reached into his bag and passed around to each man or woman a flask each containing a strong alcoholic liquid, which they sipped at contentedly.</i><BR><BR>"All we do now, is wait and lend help where we can."
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Postby Tetzel » Mon Sep 22, 2003 11:29 am

Tetzel felt the burning hate rise inside him. It burned and consumed his mind, every piece of flesh on his body burned as if it were in a furnace. He screamed and screamed until he could no longer. He doubled up and vomitted on the stones infront of him, covering them with blood from is throat. He sunnk to his knees as the burns started to appear on his hands and face and he clawed at his clothes as they ignited through his own body heat. <BR>The pain ceased and the fire abated. The blisters that had risen on his arms shrunk back and healed so fast that it was impossible to see. Tetzel's eyes that had been red transformed back to the original lightening blue. His tongue that had tasted of ash was now just dry and his throat was raw from the sickness.<BR><BR>The horse that carried him was covered in sores, but the urgency oin his strides was forced by Tetzel as he sank lower in the saddle to gain more speed. The horse sunddenly collapsed through exhaustion and lay there breathing heavily in with its tongue lolling out from behind its yellow teeth, its eyes swivelled back inside its head. Tetzel was trapped underneath the heaving chest. He struggled to free his arms and once he had doen so he pushed with all his mite and lifted the body of the horse and before the strength in his arms failed he was able to scramble out from underneath. He caught his breath and then raised himself to his feet from his knees. He walked around to the horse's head.<BR><i>I'm sorry to leave you to the wolves my friend. Go in peace.</i><BR>He pulled out his battle axe from his back sheath and swung it up, and then down in a killing stroke that severed the horse's head.<BR><BR>An eagle swinging through the sky saw a black figure running along the dust track miles below. Its swooped nearer to investigate what the figure was running from. It got lower and lower and dropped back, and saw nothing that was worth running from. It lost intrest in the chase or quest, it meant nothing to this noble beast.<BR><BR>Tetzel ran all day and noght still he felt he drew no closer to Minas Tirith. He needed to tell them what he had felt. He had felt the BAlrog rise inside him. There was something calling to the Survivors of the western onslaught, from many years before. Anything that held malice for everyhting that was good and bright in Middle-Earth. <BR><BR>By nightfall he came within stones throw of the city gate. He rested then for he feared he would be shot if he ventured to close to the gate at night. HIs shape would strike fear into the hearts of all who saw him. For at night his souls form took pysical form, part Balrog, part Man. The next day he would enter and find someone to act upon his visions.
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Postby tar_ancalime » Mon Sep 22, 2003 12:25 pm

The new arrival, having told Syn and Alqualossen her name, Nessa, felt a tormented spirit near the city. Her eyes fogged over as she sent out what power she had to better understand what was happening, using every bit of wisdom her former master, Olorin, known to some as Gandalf the white, had taught her. Her sight was pulled towards Mordor, towards the scar of Barad-dur. The vision pulled her in, closer to the gaping hole. All of a sudden lightning struck, and from that second of illumination, she witnessed many a foul creature crawling from the remnaints of Barad-dur. Anohter bolt of lightning struck, severing her vision, sending her mind tumbleing back into the inn.<BR><BR>Alqualossen and Syn had noticed the change in her, and looked at her varily. She felt the spirit of the being outside the city again, this time in some sort of torment with itself. <BR>"I'll be back before sunrise," she told Syn and Alqualossen, who stared at her strangely as she left.<BR>Once outside, Nessa drew her cloak around her, shutting out the ever howling wind. She had lived in Minas Tirith for a considerable portion of her long life, and knew many shortcuts to take to the city gate, and many ways around it. <BR> The rain beat down as she made her way through the sleeping city, memories of times of war, of evil, and of her meeting with Gandalf all raced through her mind's eye. The wizard had found the orphaned girl soon after returning for the King's coronation. Sensing her ability for magic, he began to teach her, but after three years, he grew tired of this world and set sail for Valinor with the last of the ring bearers. Nessa could still here his words in her head "By learning of the power, comes the responsibility to fight against evil". A vision came to her, one of the ruined towers of the white city, the burnt remains of her people scattered in the streets, a deathly silence covering all. She shook her head to clear it of the gruesome sight,"By my life or death I can overcome this evil, I will," she seethed, anger flaring in her. <BR><BR>She soon reached the city gates and gracefully leapt over them, a feat no ordinary human could accomplish. It had finally stopped raining and the stars were beginning to poke through the clouds. Her enhanced sight scanned the surrounding area and rested on a dim light half a mile away. She headed towards the spot, hand on the hilt of her sword. <BR><BR>As she drew closer, she realized what the source of the light was. She could feel the torment of the being emanating in waves off of it, feel the self-hatred and self-disgust. She had seen many things, far more evil than this part-balrog part-man. She stopped a few dozen paces away from it and called to it,"What brings you to the white city?" in a voice showing no sign of fear.
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Postby Tetzel » Mon Sep 22, 2003 1:11 pm

Tetzel held no surprise that someone had found him. This was probably another of the guards that had tormented his last vist to the Fair city. Thy had thrown him out adn told him if he returned he would not leave again, except in a box. A poor box at that.<BR><BR><i>I am no theif, if that is your meaning.</i><BR><BR>Tetzel was hunched in the darkness, for he needed no light and he saw well in the dark. But it was not his sight that made him say what he said next. It was a feeling of gentle power that washed around his senses and calmed the fire that burned within. The feel of it took him by surprise and made his eyes blaze in the dark, but his head was turned away, adn he wuold never let anyone know how he felt again until he was ready to tell and he wasn't.<BR><BR><i>I come with a warning to the city. If you be a Guard then help me and don't hinder me. Something has been unmasked but it does not yet have a face.</i>
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Postby Shieldmaiden_pippin » Mon Sep 22, 2003 3:53 pm

"Do you hear that? It's a man yelling about something...what a stranged night tonight...let's go see what he's about," said Chase as she moved for the door. <BR><BR>Chase and Syn walked outside and saw a man running towards them. Syn reached out to him, to stop him and the man was shaking in his grasp.<BR><BR>"What is wrong, man? What has happened?" asked Syn.<BR><BR>"Orcs...attacked our village, killed everyone but me. I...I...I was told to come here to tell what has happend...by...a dark...lady," he panted for breath. His eyes were wild and scared. <BR><BR>"Orcs? Attacked? Where? Where is your village?" Chases asked.<BR><BR>"What dark lady?" asked Syn. <BR><BR>"In the East. South east of this City. I did not ask what the ladies name was...but she filled me with much fear...she...she put me in a trance, of sorts...her eyes were red and mesmerizing..."<BR>Chase sighed. She realized this man was from the village that was attacked earlier in the night...she had felt someone's agonizing death...the first to die...she always did. It was a gift that she wished she did not have, more of a curse in her eyes. <BR><BR>"He needs rest. He has been running all night. He can be of use to us...I think...maybe he can help us." <BR><BR>"You're right, Chase. Bring him inside," said Syn as he supported the terrified man.
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Postby tar_ancalime » Mon Sep 22, 2003 8:07 pm

"A warning you say, interesting. A guard? No, at least not in the sense you mean, although I will ensure you safe passage to the king. Now you must have come a long way, is there anything you need? I understand if you do not want to come into the city before sunrise, a messenger bearing warning would do well not to scare away those he must deliver his message to," Nessa told the being. She was about to say more, when she froze, her eyes fogging over once again. This time her sight led her to a burning village, reeking of death. She saw the silouhette of a figure, which forced her to gasp, as the evil radiating off of her was so strong.The vision then faded and she found herself back with the part-balrog. <BR> <BR>She reached out a hand, and gently placed it on the part-balrog's shoulder, feeling the remnants of the burning hatred ebb away. She focused her energy into him, (having deciphered his gender form his voice)right down to his soul, and enveloped it in a wave of comfortable coolness.<BR><BR>"I hope that lessend your pain," she told him, pity evident in her eyes."What of this warning? Is it of Mordor?" she asked, hoping he would tell her the information she sought.
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Postby Tetzel » Tue Sep 23, 2003 11:44 am

Tetzel felt as if ice hnad been pumped into his veins. The beings power flooded through him as it were a river throuigh the landscape, making its own way round his body. It felt like snow had fallen and had left a crisp, beautiful world, shrouded in a white haze. For a moment he had tasted the air, not the hot ash of torture and eternal destruction. For the first time he turned to face the figure behind him. The face reminded him of the people he had once sort for aid, and met one only. Then, they had refused to help him, saying that his troubles were no longer their business as they were no longer part of Middle-Earth or the New Age. It was face that held bitter memories, but now the face was calm, soothing, beautiful and merciful. She had helped him where no other would. Why? No one ever cared before.<BR><BR>His voice sounded far off and not his own. Or a the sound of a voice that had not been his for...for...too long...<BR>"I know i comes from that land, but it is so shrouded by its own darkness that i can not discern which part, but if you want my personal opinion, it is the Scar of Barad Dur. Something has reawoken or has chosen now to appear again.<BR>My warning is that everything that was dark and evil is called to that land. They are now travelling through these lands. Mostly by night, but some by day. Many issue from the hills and mountains surrounding Isenguard, for the Ents were to kind..." <BR><BR>He broke off, the memory of that place came back to him, and he scratched at the tatoo on his head. But for once it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt and for a few blissful minutes everything seemed perfect, but then Tetzel remebered who he was and realised that the lady could no more help him that the stars that told the world's history.<BR><BR>"I need no rest, no water. Not that i could swallow it anyway. Are you staying, if you are i will make a fire? Or are you returning to the city. I meant to ask your name, i am sorry, my manners are failing me. I am Tetzel...or maybe i'm not...i'm not sure anymore."
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Postby tar_ancalime » Tue Sep 23, 2003 1:33 pm

"My name's Nessa, and if you don't mind, I would like to stay a while," she told Tetzel who nodded and started to make a fire. "Don't worry about it," she interupted him and muttered something underneath her breath, which caused a small fire to ignite. She then proceeded to sit down beside him.<BR>"Your news of Mordor troubles me,though I have seen it for myself, I was hoping my sight was betraying me. Ignorance, the weakness of all those who walk this earth," she sighed, the firelight dancing in her light brown eyes. She gazed into the leaping flames, as though lost in thought and did not blink when she spoke again.<BR>"Tetzel, the path you seek is long and difficult, I can only point you in the right direction and perhaps encourage you to continue, I cannot walk it for you, though I know you would not ask it of me." she now turned to him and looked straight into his eyes,seemingly able to gaze right down, to the very centre of his being. "You must not doubt who you are, and even more importantly, not hate who you are. You are part-balrog, but also part-man. You are capable of doing good as well as evil. In the end the decision is yours alone to make, be it good, or ill. Which side will you choose? It is easy to stray from good to evil, but not so easy to go back."
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Postby Tetzel » Tue Sep 23, 2003 3:29 pm

"My problem is that i am good and evil at both the same time. It as if i lead a double life. The balrog explodes sometimes and i can't control it. If only i could learn how to control. That is why they branded me with this Orc tatoo in Isenguard. It is a protective symbol, for the scorpion is a defensive creature, but it is also a very angry one. It will even sting itself to death, adn i am afreaid that is what i will do. I will turn evil and i will not be able come back.<BR>That is why i came so quickly. Mordor is calling to the Balrog inside of me and it is screaming to come out. I am afraid to enter the city, because if it emerges when i am there, it wil do great damage where the man meant help."<BR><BR>Tetzel quietened down, his voice trailing away into the darkness that shelled the circle of light that they sat in. Then he pointed at the fire. "I don't have to use a tinder box either, i just try and fool myself that i am a Man, not a beast."<BR><BR>He still felt Nessa'a gaze upon him, boring into him as if her eyes were a gimlets. He shyed away from her gaze. It felt as if she was trying to see into his souls, laying them naked to the stars over his head.<BR><BR>For something to do, he opened his hand, let the firew course through his arm and spring from his palm. This was the only thing that did not make him feel as if he was desintergrating with flame. He thought that perhaps he had always been able to do it, but just never knew it.
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Postby tar_ancalime » Tue Sep 23, 2003 4:18 pm

Nessa sat silently, finally relenting her gaze from Tetzel, to put him more at ease. 'What could she do to help him?' she asked herself, he didn't exactly fit the textbook examples she had encountered before, though she was quite sure that there was a transformation involved in which he would become either complete balrog or complete man, usually occurring in a test of loyalites. Another question sprang into her mind 'Why did she want to help him?' though she knew the answer to that. She hated seeing others suffer, especially when they're intentions were good and they were plagued by an evil within. She had these gifts of magic and felt it her responsibility to care about those others would not.<BR><BR>She turned her thoughts to those of Mordor, so far she had only faced slight disturbances of evil, but this, this seemed like the new onslaught of a dark lord, or lady, she corrected herself, remembering the silhouette. The worst thing for her was that she felt helpless, wasn't sure of what to do, and wether anyone would believe her, though she was a respected authority in the city, resepect can soon be lost. She was very young compared to Gandalf when he had had to face such things. For the millionth time she cursed the magic that had chosen her as its insturment. Yet she knew that it was pointless and childish, or as Gandalf would say "It is not for us to determine the time we are born into, we can only decide what we will do with that time."<BR><BR>"What do you think will come of this?" she asked aloud. "Another war, against another being wishing to rule over all? Or can it be stopped before it reaches that stage?" In truth she did not expect an answer, it simply helped to share these questions with someone. She did have some knowledge of what was to come, but that was mainly concerning herself, and her death.<BR><BR>(OOC, Tetzel, if you object to anything in my interpretation of your part-human part-balrog idea (which I think is an amazing one)please tell me and I will change it.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Tetzel » Wed Sep 24, 2003 4:14 am

Tetzel, paused for a moment. He knew Nessa was only really talking ot herself, but it helped him to say what he was thinking.<BR><BR>"To be honest, i have grave doubts that Gondor will react quickly, it may take someone to stand against authority, or some secret authority to do anything. The city, although great, is bogged down in its own politics. The unity within is only partial and could be broken so easily. I know not what is to come."<BR><BR>A faint glow appeared on the horizon, as th sun began to rear its raus from the bed of night. Clouds were picked out in gold and red, the silouhettes of the trees became more pronounced and then faded as the sun rose completely. MIst drifted in reams towards the city, but the bitter wind that had abateted during the night, rose again soon after and the picture that promised warmth, was framed in cold.<BR><BR>"perhaps we aught to go. It will take an hour or more to reach the Citadel adn then i will be interrogated because i want to see the king."<BR>tetzel smiled a thin, humourless smile that only partially revealed the two mithril teeth that were inplace in his gums.<BR>
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Postby cardmaster1 » Wed Sep 24, 2003 11:40 am

Planti and 49 other rangers were making their way towards Mirkwood and Thranduil its king who had sommoned them. They had just ambushed some travelling orcs who were attacking a small village. <BR> Planti was still thinking of the strange occurence that two huge snakes had come to help the orcs it seemed. He himself killed both with his sword. But that type of snake lived only in Mordor. <BR> His dreams were still haunted by a shadow that was growing reaching ever closer to middle earth. He saw a flicker of light in the distance. He kept walking and noticed some children running towards them. He sent out a whistle that sounded like that of a hawk and all of the rangers dropped to the ground.<BR> He then noticed as the children came closer that these were indeed not children. But hobbits, hobbits of the shire. Planti stood up "Halt. Why do you run?"<BR> "T-t-t-two d-d-d-dragons are coming." stated one.<BR> "There coming for everyone."<BR> "WHy is there no flame on the horizon?" He asked, but he didn't need an answer his elf eyes saw two huge snake like creatures in the sky. Some of the elven rangers drew arrows and let them loose when the dragons came within range. But the arrows simply bounced off their scaly skin.<BR> <BR>(hey<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)<BR>
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Postby Tetzel » Wed Sep 24, 2003 12:47 pm

((By the way. You need to ask if you can join in in the OOC thread. Find it. Cos otherwise we dn't know you you are and what your charater does or anything and everything turns into a mess.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>))
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Postby cardmaster1 » Wed Sep 24, 2003 12:54 pm

Oh sorry! Then can I join?<BR>I guess you can see im an ameture
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Postby *Hryveriel* » Wed Sep 24, 2003 1:12 pm

(OOC: go to the OOC. it's ok. i would have done the same thing when i was a Newbie. Just post your bio there and i'll even bump it for ya. hope u have a good time! <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0> <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>)
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Postby Fastitocalon » Thu Sep 25, 2003 12:30 pm

<i>Only a mile left to go. Lunto had left Stonewain Valley behind him for some time now, and he could almost make out the shape of the city walls in the distance. Suddenly he heard two soft voices. He stopped and slowly walked in their direction, even more quietly than before, until he saw them, an Elf and a Man. He sensed the latter was no regular Man; a strange aura surrounded him; akin to Lunto, and it did not please him. But it was late, and he was tired and weary from his travels, and desired no more than a simple bed in a safe haven. He had been standing in the shadow of some shrubberies, but he suspected the Elf had probably noticed him already, so he stepped out of the shade and greeted the two strangers.</i><BR><BR>Hail, and well met, friends ! <i>and he looked at Tetzel from the corner of his eye;</i> pardon my impoliteness; it may have looked like I was eavesdropping, I'm but an old man however, weary of many a travel, and seek no quarrel ! Are you on your way to Mundburg as well ? Friendly company is always welcome. <BR><BR><i>He smiled. A very odd couple they made, but for good or for bad, he had yet to find out. He leaned on his staff. It seemed to him the greatest adventure of his journey had yet to come.</i><BR><BR>edit: tar-ancalime, I assume your character is an Elf, I could not find your character description in the OOC <img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0>
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Postby Tetzel » Thu Sep 25, 2003 1:12 pm

Tetzel stared at the od man. He felt the old man had already made up his mind about the way he looked. Tetzel pulled up his hood to cover his face, but of course it was too late, the old man had already seen the Orc tattoo scribbled all over Tetzels head.<BR><BR>He was never comfortable in groups of more than two, but the old man seemed harmless enough but there was definitely a hidden meaning to his presence, and the staff was more than just a prop for age, as Harna had put it to Gandalf, many years before.<BR><BR>Tetzel made the effort to be polite. 'Come, sit by the fire and warm yourself. Tell us of your travels.'
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Postby Fastitocalon » Thu Sep 25, 2003 2:49 pm

<i>Lunto looked at Tetzel. As he suddenly pulled up his hood, he caught his attention. Lunto could see a glimpse of a tattoo on his skull; just for a second, then it was gone again. He frowned. He hadn't seen many tattooed Men before; actually only one, a long time ago in the Far Harad. A symbol of bravery and leadership, if such things exist in the East and South.<BR>Tetzel didn't look like one of the Haradrim though, and it would puzzle him for many more hours, before the sun set the hills of the Ephel Dúath aglow once more.</i><BR><BR><i>He smiled again.</i> <BR><BR>Kind of you to offer, friend; you make an old man feel right at home. <BR><BR><i>He laughed heartily, but soon his face became serious again. Why would they make camp just outside the city walls ? Was this man not welcome in the city ? And if so, why not ? <BR>More and more questions, but no answers came to mind.</i><BR><BR>My travels ? I'm afraid they're not all that exciting. Unless you take an interest in long marches amongst the trees, and sunsets. Or the Sea.<BR><BR><i>He stopped talking and he could see a bright spot in the distance, the great gate of the city, reflecting the moonlight on its mithril doors.</i><BR> <BR>But now I nearly reached the end of my journey. Shall we not head for the city ? If that is where the way was leading you to, that is.
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Postby cardmaster1 » Thu Sep 25, 2003 6:45 pm

Name-Planti<BR>Race-Elf blooded<BR>gender-male<BR>class-ranger<BR>weapons-longbow, long sword<BR>gear-torch, flint, tinder, food, 100 arrows, water, cloak.<BR><BR>( I like your half balrog idea tetzel)
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Postby tar_ancalime » Thu Sep 25, 2003 7:48 pm

Nessa had long since sensed the approach of Lunto.Though she had not seen him as an immediate threat, she felt safer to discontinue her and Tetzel's ealrier discussion, and so remained silent during the welcomes. She felt as though there was more to this traveller that met the eye, but her preminitions had been wrong before.<BR><BR>When she heard the old man say 'the sea', she sighed inwardly. It had been calling to the elven part of her for the last few decades. She had often wondered if she would ever be able to answer that call. An istari and a half-elf, but also a half-human, her fate will be for the Valar to decide, to face the death of mortal Men, or to be granted passage into the west after her duty to Middle Earth had been done.She knew not which would be better and had long since stopped guessing. <BR><BR>As they old man asked his last question, concerning their departure and destination, Nessa glanced at Tetzel, as though asking if he was ready. She did not know the exact time that if would be safe for him to enter the city.<BR><BR>"What do you say? Shall we linger for a while yet, watching the sun rise, or head towards the city immidiately?" she asked Tetzel aloud, phrasing it in such a way that whatever he chose, it would not appear strange to their new companion.<BR><BR>
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Postby Tetzel » Fri Sep 26, 2003 1:37 am

Tetzel was silent for a moment. Then he realised that is was time to go to the city. The newcomer would ahve thought it strange that he, Tetzel, did not enter the city after dark, and stay outside the walls, instead oif going and finding a bed and a pint of ale and food.<BR><BR>'I think, perhaps, it is time to go. The gates beckon.' he said almost sadly, and he managed to conceal his bitterness and turn it into a sound of sadness which was almost as confusing for the newcomer and Nessa.<BR><BR>He gathered his axe from the ground, he hardly ever left anything he owned from out of his sight, and if he could help it,away from his body, and ros ehimself from the ground. His height, of nearly six foot seven, always got him noticed, even amongst the Men of Gondor and Rohan. He cursed it sometimes, but only when he walked into lintels on doors and cupboards. It gave him a huge advantage in a fight as he hardly needed to move and the sword, fist or axe wold speed towards his opponent with the speed that hardly any could surpass.<BR><BR>He wrapped his cloak around him, and fastened it with blackened clasps. It concealed his weapons and the strength of his body. They always asked at the gates of cities adn towns what he was doing there. He looked as if he were a Mercenary, from the south, and no one ever listened that he was born in Gondor. Even his parents had conveniently forgotten that fact.<BR><BR>He was ready. Ready to be riduculed, beaten and whatever else the guards prefered to do to him. He could never say the guards were bad men, it was just it was he that looked like he was evil.<BR><BR>'Are we going?'He adressed it to Nessa, asa one would a friend, or as much as he could remember what it was like to talk to a friend.<BR><BR>((OOC. Cardmaster. Good start on the Bio, but may need a little more like History, like my Balrog idea, the history of that, stuff like that. The OOC is for Out Of Character stuff. That's where you put all the stuff like Bio's and ideas for the thread. Just look for a thread with the same title, but it will have OOC next to it. It is important that you go in there, because if there are to many OOC posts in the IC (In Character) thread then it will be locked. Not good thing.<img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-smile.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif"border=0><img src="http://www.tolkienonline.com/mb/i/expressions/face-icon-small-wink.gif"border=0>))
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