War and Peace are One , the RP

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War and Peace are One , the RP

Postby Penny_to_pay » Tue Feb 14, 2006 11:26 am

Two dark figures drifted through the forest. Dark creatures skittered in the trees overheard, unheeded by the hoods below. There was no sound otherwise, just the sound of spindly legs tracking their prey. Mirkwood glistened with the night’s mist. It hugged the trees and made them look as if they were seeping a cold sweat of fear. The two figures, following a track made years before by evil feet, broke out of the trees into a tented glade. The full glare of the White face penetrated the thick needles of the pines. Small shafts of the pale light tore through the trees like water through the cracks of the mountains.

The two figures paused in the crossing of two such shafts. High up in the trees the light glistened off the backs of swollen bodies and shiny, sable black legs. Clusters of eyes peered out the branches, weighing up their target. The two hooded figures below stood back to back, knowing that some ominous fate awaited them, their heads turning from side to side. They stood proud and no fear thwarted the defiance that radiating from them. As one they drew their swords and the light of the moon sparkled along the edges of each blade. It reflected upon their faces and the spiders saw that their faces were set in readiness and power. For a moment the eight legged things drew back in partial fear, then as if a barrier was broken they sprang forwards, spinning cords as they fell through the trees as they had many times before.

In the flash of an eye, many landed on the ground as more followed down the firsts’ ropes. They rushed towards the two men in the centre of the glade. No blade was swung, and no foot moved until the spiders were within three feet. Their cloaks were then heaved back and on their jackets small jewels could be seen. They caught the light of the moon and beams of light shot out of the men, as if they had a white fire within themselves that had been contained by their heavy garb.
The spiders flung their legs up in front of their clustered eyes, as if their spindly legs could ward off the onslaught of light. The fell, unable to move, shocked as they were by the brightness of the jewels. Then the men waded into the waves of spiders, cutting and thrusting with their swords. Dismembered bodies of spiders fell before them. As the men waded forwards the spell was broken and the spiders began to fight back. Their fangs dripped with poison as they fought back and screamed anger at the blades that cut them. They clambered over one another, pilling against each other in their desperation to kill the killers. Their anger was their undoing. Their pilling made it hard for them to move and the swords sliced through them un-hindered. The screams of rage turned anguish and pain, then the high pitched wails turned to fear and those still able fled back up their sticky rope ladders.

When the fight was over the two men went around and executed those unable to escape, to save them the pain of a long-winded death. The two men turned to each other and smiled at a job well done. They knew they would have no trouble again for many a year. The number of Shelob’s spawn was lessened once more. They said no word to one another, continuing the silence that they had held for two days. They touched their right shoulder with the left hand, turned and melted into the night.

Three days later one man emerged from the fringes of Southern Mirkwood, stained and dusty, stuck full of pine resin. He paused as he burst out through the trees and stared at the sun. The warm yellow light fell upon tattoos that sprawled across his weather beaten face. His dark skin soaked up the red light of dawn and he smiled with gladness, for it had been many days since he had seen the sun last. He began to run over the grass that started not far from the trees. His direction was towards the Silverlode and the trees of Lothlorien. He sprang over the grass like a man free of some burden on his way home, to a warm bed and a fire. But Ra, for that is his name, has no home, lest it be deep in the South lands, with the tribes of the Haradrim. His heart was clear of the fear and awe of Sauron, but his peoples’ were not so clear and so he had been ejected from his family and tribe and forced to travel North, there to find refuge as he could. Still in the North many people feared him, for he was of a strange people, unknown to those fine ‘white skins’ as the orcs had once called them.

Here in the North, he had found a higher purpose; that which maintained the balance of light and dark, good and evil, once all the elves had departed Middle-Earth. He had found a purpose at last and it was his until the end of his days.

His aim now was to return to the halls of the Council which he served, to report the news of the success of the spider cull and to be assigned a new mission, whatever it maybe. He had killed both good and evil creatures to maintain the balance and his objectivity knew no bounds. He had no good, nor evil within him, only the belief in the harmony of life; in the Balance.
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Postby blackthorn » Thu Feb 16, 2006 7:22 pm

"My Lord!" the general shouted and pointed with his sword behind the young soldier. Lord Veramont swung his horse just in time to face a counter attack from the woods and swung sliced his way through the barbaric tribesmen. The rain continued unabated and the ground quickly turned to a quagmire of mud and blood. The horses started to skid and the men on foot slid to their knees in the sticky mess. Richard used his forearm to rub the drops from his eyes and took a quick look around to access the situation. Bodies were everywhere, most of them the long-haired tribesmen but at least a dozen of there own were down too. Richard could not tell who they were.

The sound of fighting finally died down and in the distance Richard heard the general shout the command to retreat to the shoreline. He and the general were the farthest away from the rallying point and Richard turned in his saddle to see if any one had heard the command. What he saw sent a shock through his body. The general was on the ground, pinned under his horse that had slipped in the mud. Seeing the leader down, some of the tribesmen who had escaped into the woods were creeping back towards him. As the horse struggled to rise an arrow pierced its neck and its head dropped with a thud into the mud. Richard frantically urged his stallion between his trapped general and the tribesmen using his shield the take the impact of a half dozen arrows. He screamed for backup but could see no one, and the solid curtain of rain drowned his words.

Richard squinted, trying to estimate the number of men he was facing. At least a dozen, he thought -- far too many for him to even consider attacking so he would simply have to stay alive himself and protect his general as best he could until somebody realized they were missing.
A high-pitched sound made Richard jerk up his chin just before an arrow thudded off his armored chest plate with a mighty blow, sending him reeling backwards and spooking his stallion into rearing. He grabbed at the horse's rump but his hands slid on the rain-slicked hair and he tumbled backwards into the mud, his sword still clutched in his fists. He rolled as he hit the muck and found his footing just as the next volley of arrows was launched. They thudded harmlessly into the mud around him. As the tribesmen prepared to fire a fresh round, Richard scrambled backwards, stumbling over the general's dead horse then tumbling on top of the trapped man as the arrows slammed into the horse flesh. Richard wondered vaguely how many more it could hold.

"Are you hurt, sir?" he asked anxiously.

"Mostly my pride, Richard," The general grimaced, "but I can't feel my leg or move it from under the horse."

"Where's your shield, General?"

"Under the horse. I don't know where my sword is. I lost it when I fell." The general's voice was strained.

Richard slid lower in the mud using the body of the horse to absorb the impact of the arrows but he knew that the tribesmen would soon try another approach. The general was buried up to his hip under the dead animal and pressed deep into the muck so Richard knew he could not free the man without help. He twisted his body so his back was against the horse and his foot kicked something hard. It was the general's mud-covered sword. Richard grabbed it and wiped off as much grime as he could then held it up slightly to let the rain take care of the rest. As he did so he noticed barbarian swordsmen armed with weapons running from tree to tree. Arrows on one side and swords on the other. How in the name of the gods was he going to manage this?

Richard covered the general with his own body ignoring the man's warning of the foolishness of the act. "My lord, I am down. You have a chance to save yourself. Take it."

"No General."

"Richard, I am still in command!"

"Of course, sir, but you are not in a position to make decisions. Please trust me to do that right now."

The general gazed up at the determined look on the young Lords face -- a frightening look, really. His jaw was set in a hard line and his narrowed eyes were steely blue. The general simply nodded. In this desperate situation. The general could not think of any soldier he would rather be with than Richard.

He looked up just in time to see a sword above his head descend quickly in the direction of his neck. He swung his left arm up hard and the two weapons collided sending the tribesman's blade flinging through the air to land in the muck. With a ruthless stab of his right arm he gutted the now unarmed man and kicked his body backwards to collide with another tribesmen sending them both down. With one quick leap he was on the man who was still breathing and beheaded him in one clean swipe.
Two more were upon him from the darkened woods. His eyes darted quickly back and forth from man to man as his enemy obviously tried to figure out how to take this mud-covered demon. Richard curled his lip and snarled then shouted obscenities. He knew they were unlikely to understand his words but they would certainly recognize the threat in his deep, growling voice. He saw what he was hoping for -- a glimmer of uncertainty in the eyes of the man on his left. With lightening speed Richard drew back his right arm and launched his sword through the air. An instant later it pierced his enemy's neck and the man crumbled to the ground, his eyes wide and staring.

The fight was quickly over as a called from there archers sending the barbarians back into the woods were once they came.

Richard collapsed onto the ground tired and drained of all energy. “We won,” Called the General patting Richard on his shoulder. Richard only nodded to him and tried to stand once more.

He had succeeded in his mission to save the general from all but cretin death, now he had to regain his strength for the long journey ahead. The Council would be almost in secession at his late arrival but if he left tomorrow at the latest he would still make good time.
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Fri Feb 17, 2006 6:01 am

Ra strode powerfully over the tufts of grass that characterised the path from Southern Mirkwood to Lothlorien. He paused in his walk to stare once again at the pale sun that was setting on the third day of his journey from that accursed forest. He say the sun rest its body on the far away mountains and then smiled as it began to drop below the dark and broken line of the peaks. Night was his time, he owned it and he could run faster than any man he had yet met while he was under the stars.
He had spent so long under a blazing sun that had caused so much hardship and death fior his people in the South that when he had come north he had fallen in love with the warm nights that blessed this green land. The memory of a copper gong nailed to the sky had scorched its face on his memory. He did not hate it, but it was something that was there that was just there, with purpose, yes, for he saw that it gave life and hope to other men, but it had no life it’s self.
The Moon and Stars, now they had the hope of life, of beauty, of a majesty un-seen. He did not understand what the Silmaril were but if he had he would have likened every star in the sky to ever glint from their perfect edges.

After about five minutes of just staring at the sky, Ra moved on. He could see the tall green spires of the Golden Wood by the last light of the sun. He knew the moon was six days past the full but he could still see his way clear, even after the sun had disappeared. A fresh breeze sprang up as he walked and he was glad for it.

A few hours later Ra was almost on the edges of the Forest, when on the crisp wind he smelt the stench of burning flesh. He felt that it was coming from Moria. He was uneasy about it. He had not seen any smoke from that land, for if there had been he would have seen it coming from the tall winds of the great halls, near the peaks of the mountains. It was newly lit, not more than two hours he judged.

He had to investigate.
No. It wasn’t any of his business.
But it might be. You knew that Moria was alive again.
But with Dwarves, and they do not burn, they bury.
What about the Watcher.
To far away, and He hates fire.
It is against the Rules. Do not interfere unless instructed to do so.
But I am still human.
But the Wood calls.
Yes I need rest.
Then why not continue on your way.
I can not rest, you know that.

As his thoughts progressed thus, Ra changed his course and quickened his pace. He knew that something was wrong. He knew only of the Rohirrim that burnt bodies, and then only of their enemies. But the Rohirim did not venture this far East from their own lands. They still feared the wood and their horses would not pass the way towards Moria. Who else could it be?

He skirted the edge of the Wood and continued on his way. He knew that in one way he must not find what he was looking for for it was none of the Council’s authority to intervene. However the Council must know everyhtin for the Records to be kept, so the Balance could be calculated. Rijek. The Record Keeper, would need to know at least.

Two days later, Ra came near the Gate of Moria. On the threshold of that great and terrible door, Ra found the source of the burning. It was a pier, still smoking in places but still warm. It was a terrible sight to behold. It was not an altar of respect and sanctity, but one of vengeance and hate. Cruel marks could be seen carved into the logs used. The body that was only half cremated was stuck full of daggers and pins. A long stiletto with a snakes head as pommel was thrust between the eyes of the man, whose eyes had burst out with the heat. His mouth was open, still screaming, as if he had been burnt alive. Ra smelt oil and say many faggots and bits of straw that had rolled away from the fire, poorly built.
It was Spartan. He had fought so well only a few days past against the spiders of Mirkwood. He had been a valiant t member of the Council’s taskforce and now, he was nothing but a defiled burnt and rotting corpse, upon the doors of a place still full of evil and black night, where no stars shone to brighten the hearts of any free folk.

Ra stared at the decrepit figure of his friend. He had wanted so badly to move him and bury him properly, but he became of the chasm beyond the door and he became watchful of any eyes that might be watching to see what he did. He had to tell the Council, soon. This was not right, something was wrong beneath Khazad Dume.

With speed like the light of the moon, he leapt forward and grasped the dagger from Spartan’s for-head. With this movement he heard a harsh call from the darkness beyond him and felt a wave of arrows fly towards and then past him. One struck him in the shoulder. It was clear from the number of arrows that many were concealed in the darkness, and despite his skill he could not fight so many that he could not clearly se in that impenetrable darkness. He turned and ran. He felt arrows sizzle past him, but no more found their mark and he heard no one come after him.

It was two days fast journey to the fringes of Fangorn. On the sunset of the second day from Moria, Ra collapsed exhausted and still loosing blood from his shoulder, into the roots of a great tree; the same tree that had been glad of Gimili’s fire several years before.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Fri Feb 17, 2006 9:58 am

A great celebration was going on in the city of Minas Tirith. Its many white levels had been covered in colourful banners and cheerful songs wound themselves through the air.
Today was the day of the carnival which swept its way through the capital of Gondor every year to celebrate the end of the War.

While all this was going on a man, dressed in a white shirt and black pants, was sitting on the side of the road which led through the city. He was playing a flute as the parade flew past him. He hesitated for a second as a white horse came around a corner. He sighed and carried on with his tune.

The man sat on the white horse was a high ranking local farmer who had made it big since the end of the war. As his horse trotted along the road he looked down at a pauper who was playing a flute.
The peasant then pointed the flute upwards and pressed a valve that isn't on any normal instrument.

The high ranking farmer felt a slight bite on his skin, saw a bright flash as the poison from the microscopic entered his bloodstream, and fell off his horse. Dead.

The pauper sighed again, got up and walked down an alley. Once there he leaned against a wall. Butler hated it when the balance called for a good person to be assassinated. He turned around and took out several bricks from the wall. He got out his jacket and cloak as well as the rest of his weapons. Once he had put them on he replaced the bricks and walked down to the main gate, which had already been shut.

Butler looked at the guards who were coming towards him and ran. Right into them.

As they scattered he kept running right towards the gates. As he ran he activated his seven league boots and leapt right over them and the battlements.

The city guards fired at the man but he seemed to move faster then was normally possible. After several seconds he was gone. Stepping into the distance.

After a few minutes Butler rested. Seven league boots took it out of you sometimes. He looked into the distance and saw the council chambers. Even if they did tire you out, they certainly covered many miles in just a few steps.
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Fri Feb 17, 2006 7:45 pm

Ra lay in a comatose state. He could see only in blurs. The tree under which he lay was nothing but a smudge across his vision. He tried to reach up and grab the trunk of the tree to support him. He realised that his sense of touch was so sharp that it stunned him for second. The bark beneath his skin was like the wrinkled old man, dry with age. It was then that he truly felt how old the trees really were. In that one instant he saw back into the Elder days, and before that, to when most of the Wold and the Shire were still under the domain of the Ents; when there were no Huorns; when all was peaceful, still and unsullied by black hearts and hands.
Ra gasped for breath as the clear images of the past stole his breath from his chest. He heaved, and then vomited away from the roots of the tree. He grasped the trunk again to steady himself as he rose to his feet, swaying slightly. As his head came up from his chest, like a leaf uncurling into spring, Ra realised he could see clearly. He remembered what he had felt in the tree and he clutched the trunk once more in the hope of regaining some of those fast fading pictures. His touch was not so perfect now and he could no longer feel the bark so truly as he had.
His disappointment subsided, so did the strength of his legs. With his back to the tree, Ra sank to a sit. There was no strength in his arms or chest and his body lent limp, supported only by the roots of the tree that had curled up around him, creating a natural chair, as if the tree was trying to let him rest comfortably. Ra did not know it but he sat under an old Ent, grown tired of watching the trees. The old Ent had grown slow and gradually more ‘treeish’ as Fangorn himself would have put it in his ‘hasty’ language. The Ent that supported Ra had the power to heal and relieve tired limbs. Such was the good power of Fangorn. No where else in Middle-Earth was the power of the Balance more apparent than that great forest, last remnant of the Great Forest under which the Elves had first walked free.
Gradually Ra fell into a peaceful slumber, undisturbed by the dreams of darkness. The wound on his shoulder still oozed slightly, but it no longer bleed fully, but Ra was still weak and he had had no food or water since his run across the plains. The tree could not give him that.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Sat Feb 18, 2006 6:19 am

Butler was striding along the grass of Rohan. He had deactivated his seven league boots for two reasons. One he liked to walk into the council chambers. Two if he hadn’t the trees would have become angered and nobody wanted that.

He was walking under the eaves of Fangorn forest and heading towards it heart. This was where the long hidden council had controlled the balance of Middle Earth. They had an agreement with the trees. The trees would keep the chambers secret and the council would protect the forest from axes.

As he walked through the overrun trail, his long black travelling cloak swirled around his legs. Butler then stopped and sat down on a large rock. The council agent took out a roll of parchment and signed it at the bottom. Rijek liked the paper work to be in order. Otherwise it messed with his calculations. This particular piece of parchment was the Balance warrant that ordered for Baron Joseph Godfrid of Minas Tirith to be assassinated.

Butler put it back in his cloak, along with the ink pot and quill, and carried on through the forest. He heard a soft rustle behind him, but kept on walking. After several seconds he heard a twig snap. He saw a low branch over head, grabbed hold of it, swung himself through the air and landed behind his would be attacker.

They, or rather him, was a large muscular man of heavy build, he was holding a knife and he was grinning.

“So what is a sly looking fellow like yourself doin under the eaves of Fangorn Forest. Anyways ya bein a very jumpy man you won’t mind me knocking you out right now.”

That was the absolutely last thing he said for Butler held both of his hands out and a long handled flip dagger emerged from both sleeves. He ended the thugs life in two swift movements. He wiped the blades and they clicked back into the hidden sheaths in his sleeves.

Butler looked over the man and carried on walking.

The council security would sort him out and make sure he got back home to a decent burial.

The thief had actually been hanging around the outskirts of the wood ready to jump out and rob someone.

Unfortunately for him he had tried to rob Butler.

As he kept walking, he felt the familiar warmth of the inner forest. He was getting closer to the heart.

It was then that Butler sensed the presence of other agents of the council.
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Postby blackthorn » Sat Feb 18, 2006 2:53 pm

Richard shivered as the cold rain beat down on his head and turned at the shore line to ankle deep black mud. His stallion tossed his head impatiently at being forced to stand fully armored in the downpour and Richard patted his neck in sympathy. The movement bared his own neck to the storm, though, and frigid rivulets trickled inside his cuirass where it dampened his undergarments making them clingy and itchy.

It was still dark and dawn would be late today because of the gloomy weather, but it was this weather that would probably protect his life. The chilly north wind ensured that sounds from the Rohan side would not drift across the river, and the low, gray clouds and fog rising off the water would conceal them from lookouts posted on the opposite shore still held in the hands of the barbarian hoard.

Richard new the general must live, even if the events of yesterday had been folly, he would have given his life as shield to protect the general of Rohan. He didn’t know the events of the future and cared not to think about what may come in these troubled days ahead. He could only do as one man could do and fight the good fight as best he could. If the balance ever weans to one side or the other at lest he could say that he had fought with his sword held high for the hand of man for all of middle earth.

Richard looked to the east and noticed a slight brightening of the sky. The signal would come soon to drag the heavy rafts into the water from their hiding place in the forest. He mentally checked his weapons .His sword was strapped securely to his side. Over half of the men were archers and they would lead the attack on foot, killing as many tribesmen as possible, throwing the enemy camp into disarray before the cavalry charged in.

It was a good plain Richard thought but he would never have time watch. The general was out of action, keeping him safe but alive in the back of the battle. He had to be off as soon as the fist arrow was launched. It would attract any roaming tribes’ men from launching an arrow at him as he left. Hopefully they would rush towards the river as soon as the battle began.

The signal came as a long and hallow horn cut through the morning air sending men rushing from bushes dragging rafts behind them. There feet sank into the river bank mud but the archers kept the enemies back with arrows raining down thicker then the rain its self.

There was know time to lose he must make haste and clear the battle area as soon as possible if he wanted any chance of survival. One man even as good as Richard was know match for a score of archers. He snapped his rains and the great horse leaped forward kicking up mud. Richard bounded and moved with the powerful best as its hooves thundered into the mud.

Richard never beat the horse as some other lords had tried to instruct him during his training, He knew that it was best to have a trust between a horse and rider to keep each other out of harm way. This relationship he shared with his war charge was looked upon as a Nobel thing among the people of Rohan who worshiped the power and beauty of all horses.

It was just after a bleak sun rise that Richard slowed his mount. He patted the horse and whispered, “Thank you, my friend you have done well,” Into the horses ear at a low crouch. He sat up straight and looked towards the horizon, it looked as if he was going to make good time too Fangorn. There was news that arrived in the Rohan camp not two day ago telling of clear and safe passage towards the forest.

Richard clicked his lips signaling the mount forward at a slow pace, for it would be two day journey until he would arrive at the Council.
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Postby Shadow_of_the_Past » Sat Feb 18, 2006 11:46 pm

Cyan looked up into the darkening sky, by the position of the slowly sinking sun she would be relieved from her patrol in about half an hour. She turned back the way she came skirting around the edge of Fangorn forest staying in the deep shadows cast by the huge trees, brooding about having to do this every second night. “Id like to see the council members do this” she mumbled to herself.

She was passing by a large, rather knarled tree when she saw a hunched figure resting in the tree’s roots. She breathed easy when she saw the figures chest rising and falling.

Relieved that the person wasn’t dead, Cyan walked up to the sleeping man and instantly recognized him as Ra and he was wounded. Cyan shook him, a little more vigorously than she had intended, “Ra! Get up, NOW!” she yelled as his eyes flickered open, “what has happened to you?”

Ra stood up and swayed slightly before reaching out and steadying himself on the tree, “Spartan! Khazad Dume! The council must know!” he spluttered, fighting back the urge to be sick.

Cyan’s eyes widened as her head filled with questions, she opened her mouth then snapped it shut, now was not the time for questions. “Hang on I’ll call Abelard,” Cyan threw back her head and whistled loudly. In about a minute Abelard came galloping in from grazing on the fields of Rohan.

Cyan helped Ra mount him then she swung on behind him, “sorry there’s no time to heal you now,” and Ra grunted in reply. Cyan nudged Abelard with her knee and he took off at a Gallop towards the centre of Fangorn.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Sun Feb 19, 2006 9:27 am

Butler had arrived at the heart of Fangorn forest. He pushed aside a branch and smiled. Infront of him was a gigantic tree. It was huge, but it was even bigger inside than out. There were two guards stood in front of the main entrance to the chambers. This was an arch which had several runes carved into it. Hanging down from the arch were several vines which melded together to make a solid door of greenery.

He nodded to the guards who separated their staff-swords and let him pass. The door opened as he walked up to it and he was home. He was inside a vast cylindrical room which went up and up as far as the eye could see. The room had a huge staircase spiralling up along the walls.

The staircase opened up onto different levels which led off the main cylinder. The floor of the room was made of marble which had a picture of the ying and yang emblem on it.

People of all different species were walking across the room holding books, weapons and pieces of parchment. Butler walked over to the foot of the vast spiral staircase and began climbing up. He passed friends and said hello to them. That was until he reached the 45th landing. Here he got off the staircase and walked along a corridor which was decorated with pictures and tapestries.

Butler took out a small key and unlocked his room. He closed the door behind him and sat down on a chair. He took off his travelling clothes and weapons. He then got into the water cubical and pulled a metal lever. This activated the flow of hot spring water which led to every room.

After he had washed he got dressed into his ceremonial robes. These were black and white with a sash which had a picture of the ying and yang emblem on it as well as a wooden sword crossed with an arrow. Then he put on an amulet which was a mithril cylinder containing earth from the forest, water from the Anduin, a piece of rock from Mt. Doom and a small capsule of air from the top of The Misty Mountains. Finally he picked up a staff which was topped with a metal ent figurine holding a pair of scales which had a black crystal on one side and a white one on the other. He absolutely hated wearing these robes. But because he was a senior agent and an adviser he had to.

He left his room and got back onto the spiral staircase. Natural light poured in through stained glass windows as he climbed to level 50. The very top of the huge cylindrical room was outside. It was a floor perched on the top branches of the tree. Some members of the council had already gathered there and had sat on their chairs which were arranged in a wide circle around a map of Middle Earth which was laid out on the floor.

Butler placed his staff down next to his chair and sat, waiting for the final three members of the council to arrive. He wondered where Ra, Cyan and Richard were.
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Postby blackthorn » Sun Feb 19, 2006 2:38 pm

As luck would show its self one again to Lord Veramont on the eve of the next day only one more day ride post hence to Fangorn, he stumbled across a new outpost being constructed buy short dwarfs and men of Rohan.


“What say you, rider of the pains,” a loud and strong voice held by a man dressed in the garb of Rohan mounted upon a fine stead of black walking slowly towards Richerd with out weapon in hand as a sign of friend ship.


Richard knew even with out drawn weapon, he had eyes watching his every move and waiting for him too move towards his weapon.


“Good Rider of the mark, I come as a wayward traveler seeking shelter from the bad weather and food for my mount if it is available too one who means you no harm,” Richard pulled his horse to a full stop and waited for the rider to approach. He held out his empty hands showing we were unarmed as the rider pulled to a stop in front of him.


“What be your business in Rohan ?” The rider had a well cut beard and strong determined eyes and was dressed in full amour apprising Richard from a safe distance.


“The business be mine alone but let ye know that I mean you and yours no harm,” Richard looked at the rider and smiled , “I have been traveling in this bad weather for some time now and only left one of your commanders the day before injured but in good spirits. I will give my name as it is custom to exchange when meeting travelers upon the road. I am Lord Richard Veramont of Gondor and I am traveling alone.”


The rider nodded and spoke quickly, “You have come from the battle at the river!” The rider said it as more a statement then a question. “You say a commander was injured, were and how did it happen?” He looked as if he was about to jump down and force the answers from Richard.


“I will say this for now for I am tired and need of rest, all goes well as I last left them but they were fighting great odds but suspect they were in good spirits and there courage would provale on that day. As you may have forgotten you have not provided you name as of yet.” Richard pulled his rains in and sat up a little taller stretching his sore back for riding all day.


“Yes forgive my impatiens milord but we hear so little news as of late and any bit of information is some thing I crave to hear as do all my men stationed here, I am Captain Valorde of the western mark.” He held out his hand and walked his mount closer towards Richard. After the exchange of pleasantries Richard followed him too the captains’ tents were he dismounted. He let one of the Riders except his mount and was quickly escorted into the tent by the Captain himself.


“Please, sit and eat at my table I would be horned to except you at a meal with me and then perhaps we could discuss what is happening in the south.” Richard was shown by the good captain a place at his fine wooden table to sit himself and discuss maters of war.


He passed out thick slices of ham, crunchy currant biscuits, and tawny, dried summer apples. Richards’s mug never went empty as was tradition on welcoming a guest to the table of Rohan. After the meal and the two lit a good pipe to settle the stomachs Valorde asked him what it was he had last seen down to the finest detail about the battle he hade just left. Richard told him about the Barbarians, how they were holding out and the way he had saved the generals life just before he had to venture north. The last bit of news set a smile upon the lips of the golden hair captain. “You are a good man Richard It is an honor to have a man such as you sitting at my table,” The captain filled Richards mug with one hand and sat back down looking Richard over as if in a new light.

“I believe you think to highly of me, good captain But I appreciate the prase none the less,” Richard dragged on his pipe sending a puff of smoke towards the top of the canvas tent. The captains’ laugh was strong and friendly as he bit into another portion of ham.

“I have given what I know so tell me if I may ask what is it that is going on here,” Richard nodded towards the door seeing the dwarfs piling stones they just shaped into perfected squares onto horse drawn carts through the open tent flap. “Not at all, my lord, It has been decreed from the king of Gondor him self, that the watch towers be rebuilt as of old. We have been charged with this one and after it is done we will use it as an outpost for this very unit of riders so says the king of Rohan.

“But who will pay for such endeavors and what of the dwarfs you have working here are they paid as well?” Richard taped his now empty pipe across his leg allowing the ashes too fall upon the dirt floor. “Nah,” spoke the captain, “Gondor is paying for half of Rohans towers as long as Rohan picks up the cost of finishing the rest and as for the dwarfs they are more then happy to lend us a free hand as long as we helped defend there lands as well as our own,” The captain took a drink of ale to wash his ham down and placed the mug upon the wooden table. “You see it benefits us all to work together in this.”

Richard had to agree with the young Captain by nodding his head slowly. “well if you have a place too rest I would greatly thank you after I look after my horse, It has been a long day and I must be off at once tomorrow.”

“No need, we have already brushed down your horse and feed him in the half constructed stables, he will sleep sound and warm tonight just as you shale here in my tent,” The captain pointed towards a cot ageist the wall covered in thick furs. “I am sorry for not having better quarts for you milord but as you can tell we are only half done the construction of the tower.”

“No need, I have slept in far colder and harder places then this it would be as a kings bed to me on this night,” Richard smiled.

“That I have too Milord,” They talked into the night about past adventures and hopes for the future until Richard excused him self too his warm cot. Valorde sat up after Richard was fast asleep thinking of the battle towards the south.
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Mon Feb 20, 2006 1:03 pm

Ra woke from his unconsciousness in a start. He felt smooth but strong hands haul him to his feet as he shouted words he could not here. His ears had gone numb but his legs were working, although he was supported by someone that he knew. His eyes glazed over as someone put him on a horse. He fell forwards onto the creature’s neck but quick hands stopped him from falling off. The mane was warm, soft, compared to tree roots and yet not so understanding of his pain.
The movement of the horse bounced him around as little as was possible but he still felt the vibrations in his shoulder. It was the vibration of the horse, it was the ground. With every footfall, that those powerful hooves made, Ra felt it hit the earth and took the tremor upon him. The land was not in pain at that foot fall, but it was wary of it, but in a way glad of it also. The horse’s footfalls meant there was something still living upon the green and brown earth.
Ra knew the smells around him as they passed swiftly under trees.

‘You take me to the Chambers?’

‘Yes, but be quiet, you need to rest. You won’t have time to heal you before you have to tell your news to the Council. I just hope everyone is there.’

‘Butler needs to know.’

‘Everyone needs to know! What happened?!’

‘I found him, Spartan. By the gates of Khazad Dume.’ Ra fell silent as his rescuer waited for him to say more. The exhaustion and grief had taken hold of Ra and he could say no more until he was whole.

Silence followed them through the forest, as if the trees were watching their passage. Their whispering was hushed as if by some higher command. The horses hooves were the only thing that made any sound in the strangled woods, full of lichen and patience.

They reached the near centre of the Forest and there stood a great tree, hollow, yet still living. As they reached the outstretched roots, a man came up to take the horse from the rider and he marvelled at the state of Ra and wondered why it was so. He said nothing for in truth he was used to such incidents. Agents were often wounded however skilful they were. There was no agent of the council that had not at some time had to be stitched up by the Council surgeons. Their skill I healing surpassed even that of the Houses of Healing in Minas Tirith, although the City would never admit it was so. They thought they were the best for they did not even have any knowledge of the Council, or their position, or for that matter their purpose.

The rider lowered Ra gently from the saddle and carried him swiftly under the roots and into the great hollow centre of the tree. Round the edge there were a great many stairs leading up to the floors where the surgeons kept house, as well as the great flet at the top where the Council held their gatherings.
In the middle of the shaft that led to the top, a rope hung for speedy access to the top. It was usually used for hauling books and food up the varying floors, but this time it was Ra.
His rescuer tied the end of the rope firmly round his undamaged arm and chest. She called two men from the shadows and ordered one to help her and the other to start the call to the surgeons to be ready for Ra. This man ran to the foot of the stairs and called ‘Surgeon! Surgeon! Be ready’
This call was carried on my men and women standing at the main bends and floors in the stairs. Thus messages could be carried quickly from top to bottom of the tree.
The woman and the man at the base of the rope hauled on another length of cord and Ra began to move slowly up the shaft of the tree. The man that had started the call had scurried back to help and as he did so he asked ‘What happened to him? I’ve never seen him like this. I have seen others, but never Ra. I thought he was one of the best.’
‘I don’t know,’ answered Cyan, for it was she that had helped Ra. ‘I have never seen him like this before either. It does not bode well for us agents I can tell you that.’ She gave a rye smile and hauled harder on the rope.

ON the fifth floor up from the ground, Ra was hauled to the stairs by a great hook, kept on each floor for this purpose. A man dressed all in white robes ordered two women to carry him through to a quiet room, with a window that looked out on the forest. There the South sun shone brightly when the time of day was right, warming the room and glowing through the living veins of the tree to give the room a quiet and peaceful light that did not hurt scathed eyes.

There he drew the poison from the shoulder, for he saw instantly that that the wound was green and putrid, made so by what ever evil substance had been slathered on the arrow tip. Once the poison was free, he drew a tin from one of his great pockets and opened it. Inside were a few maggots, still white and young. He placed three onto the wound, then bound it around with clean linen. He needed the help of his nurses once more for Ra was a great man and was still lifeless in body, though he was warm once more and breathed with less effort, thanks to the removal of the poison.

Cyan came up the staris soon after Ra had gone in, but had not been permitted into see him since the Surgeon was working. When he was done, he came to her.
‘He will live. He was lucky. What happened to him for that was a nasty arrow wound?’
’I do no know, he had no energy to tell me. When will he be up?’
‘He is strong, and this Southern blood that is in him does not poison lightly. I should say tomorrow, but maybe tonight if he feels like it. His fever has already gone when I drew his wound, but he will feel a bit weak for a few days. He should not be fighting at least.’ He gave a sideways look at Cyan, as I to say, ‘You better not let him otherwise there will be trouble….’
‘But he must talk to the Council as soon as is possible.’
‘Then they better bring themselves down here if they want to talk to him now. I’m not letting him out until tonight and that is a promise.’

Suddenly behind them they heard a disturbance and Ra appeared, staggering slightly with his arm still bound tight to his chest.
‘I must see the Council. At once!!’ His eyes flashed as he pushed past the Surgeon and Cyan and began to climb the Stairs up to the Council Chamber.
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Postby blackthorn » Wed Feb 22, 2006 4:40 pm

The next morning Richard woke, with eyes still begging for rest. He removed his fur covering and watched as the dawning sun chased shadows across the dirt floor for the still open tent flap. Richard slowly made his way across the general’s tent and found a newly poured bowl of water waiting for him along with some cleaning cloths.

He quickly cleaned and washed the morning sleepiness out of his eyes and finished it off with a great yawn. He made his way towards the tent opening were he could hear that some of the dwarfs and men were already fast at work. Richard grabbed an apple from the generals table and walked into the morning light. The general was standing back too Richard not far off talking with a sturdy looking dwarf. He turned around when the dwarf nodded his head towards the generals tent showing a friendly smile across his face “Milord, your awake, Good ..good, I want to show you something before you decide to be on your way.” Richard watched him as he approached with the dwarf following behind him.

“Good day milord, I hope you slept well,” the general said as he stopped in front of a still sleepy Richard.

“Yes, Thank you general for the use of your tent and food,” Richard bit into the red apple he confiscated from the generals table letting the sweet flavored fill his parched mouth.

“Think nothing of it milord,” he waved it off as to show it mattered not. “I would like to show you about the new watch tower today if you are felling up to it?”

“I would love to general but I have to be on my way this morning and I have not yet settled my mount or gathered provisions for the journey ahead.”

The general smiled at him, “Already done and ready to go milord so come, come let’s go see the tower.” Richard liked the General, he had a way of handling what had to be done on a daily with out a fuss, “Well in that case it would be my honor to follow you this morn and please general call me Richard.” The general slapped Richard on his shoulder and pulled him along beside him. The generals’ big hand, almost knocked the apple right out of his hand that Richard had to scramble just to keep from falling on the morning frost covered ground. “This is Bildr from clan Iron hammer,” The general looked towards a sturdy looking dwarf. He had his red beard tucked into his bet and held a mean looking war hammer hooked beside his tucked in beard. Richard noticed he was dressed in full battle armor like all the rest in camp, “It is an honor to met one from clan Iron hammer,” said Richard holding his hand down towards the dwarf.

Bildr wiped his hand on his tunic and extended it grabbing Richards. Richard was not surprised by the dwarf strength but it always felt like a full size man squeezing with all his strength. Richard expected it and squeezed with all his worth not showing a sign of weakness on his face. The dwarf looked at Richard and smiled under his pudgy nose and through his thick beard. “I be pleased to me ya lady,” the dwarf said in a grumpy but kind voice. “The honor is all mine master dwarf,” Richard pulled back his now throbbing hand and followed the dwarf with the general close by.

The general explained to Richard how they were coming along with the tower and how the men faired. The dwarf would also throw in a comment or two about how his people were building it under his supervision of course. The tour lasted up to two hours with the three of them stopping every so often to explain why they did some thing or why they changed something from the original plain. Richard had to confess it was going to be a very well fortified out post. That comment rewarded him with a good hard slap on the back of thank you from Bildr almost knocking Richard over. “So,” Richard said , “how are you able to get so many stones here so fast for construction it must be quite a task to have them cut and delivered.”

The general smiled and looked towards the dwarf then back to Richard , “ we are fortunate that we were given this spot to rebuild it had already been a fort at one time so we were able to salvage the old stones that had been scattered around. Most of them could be reused but we still had to have new ones cut and brought in buy wagon. The stones we gathered will save us a great deal of work is should take know more then six months to finish this project with the help of the fine craftsmanship of our friendly dwarfs here,” Valorde slapped the dwarf on his large shoulders and laughed out friendly.

Richard was surprised at the speed they would get the tower done and thanked the two leaders for there hospitality and kindness. “Well it nice to see that the friend ship still lies strong between the two races in Rohan,” said Richard.

“That it does lady,” answered the dwarf returning the slap the general availed him. Richard laughed and turned towards the general “I am sorry to say I must be leaving at once but I thank you general and master dwarf for you hospitality and friendship towards a wayward traveler.”

“Think nothing of it Richard,” the general said , “come back any time we will have meal in maybe a more pleasant sitting in side the then finished keep.”

Richards thanked the general and accepted his offer for the future. He accepted the general’s hand and thought twice about shacking the dwarfs to save his hand. The dwarf noticed his hesitation and accepted a good slap on Richards shoulder followed by a good hearty laugh.

Richard left the two in good spirits and walked to the stables. When he arrived he noticed they had every thing in order with extra provisions stored in his traveling bags.

Richard was mounted and ready to go when Bildr walked in and blacked the door way, “I need to speck with you before you go in privet.” “Any thing you wish, master dwarf,” answered Richard. The dwarf walked in and closed the door behind him, “The Vail is failing in the Iron Mountains,” he whispered to Richard. Richard was stunned to hear such news from this dwarf he hardly knew, “are you sure of this?” Richards asked almost as if he was in pain. “I have seen it with my own eyes,” Bildr explained looking into Richards eyes from his low position. “You must make hast Richard of the hidden council time might mean every thing in this,” The dwarf placed his hands on his hips waiting for Richard to respond. Richard was stunned again that this dwarf new he was a member of the council, “What makes you think..” but his words were cut of by the dwarf, “we have no time for these games Richard I am a member too for some time although I don’t attend the meeting very often.” Richard had a felling of relief come over him. He liked the dwarf but if he had to kill him he didn’t know if he could do it. “I have heard of the Mogail Vail only in legends I didn’t know if it was true,” Richard was shocked to find out that it could really exists. “It does, me people have been living around it and guarding it for hundreds of years but lately thing have been trying to get through.”

“Well if this is true I must be off at once,” Richard looked down to the dwarf. “that you must, but remember to tell the council it could mean the end of us all,” The dwarf stood back and Richard nodded down to him, “ I will master dwarf, I will make hast as fast as I can,” Richard kicked into the horses side sending him off in a fast run. He had to get to the council as fast as he could.
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Postby blackthorn » Tue Feb 28, 2006 4:49 pm

We know not of what the darkest hour of the darkest day will bring, yet it will be utterly evil, of that we can be certain. And we must do all that is with in our power to deflect and defend the innocent but are any of us truly innocent.


I can’t promise you that we will be victorious; yet if we are to suffer defeat, to parish, then let us rain havoc upon our foe as we our self’s fall. And if we can cause the ruin of any evil scheme, even in defeat we will have won.


If we allow the killing of anyone with in our powers to help and we sit and do nothing is this not truly evil. To live in self denial, to allow others to die for our vain causes and to hide behind the shadows of others believing it was right and just.


These thoughts and memories flowed through Richards head as he remembered the fallen ranger that had trained him as a child.


The thunder of the powerful hooves pounded under Richards back, sending jolts of pain up his spine. He only slowed his pace every so often to allow his war horse, Fallen Star to regain his breath and ease its tiring mussels. Richard felt bad at pushing his horse so hard but time and hast was in great need. He had to arrive with the news of the falling vale as fast as he could get there. “I am sorry my friend it is only a little further then you can rest. You must show he speed as you have never done before,” Richard patted falling star as he whispered into its ear. The horse found strength in Richards words some how and increased its speed towards Fangorn forest.

He arrived within its dark embrace just before sundown on that day. Richard was relived a little to know he was with in an hours ride to the great tree. He slowed down falling star to a fast pace and soon arrived tired and sore before the great tree. He jumped down and slapped falling star on his rum allowing him to run into the nearby glean for some well earned rest and fresh sweet grass.

Richard walked towards the council tree and was stopped abruptly by a large branch swinging down in front of him. Richard looked up to see a sentinel tree watching his every move. Richard was always awestruck no matter how many times he seen the trees move. The sentinels were alive tree beard had told him once but they only follow rules and one of there rules was to only allow creatures to pass if they spoke the pass word.

They only spoke what was thought them by the Ents and asking questions was pointless they would only speak the same question again waiting for the right answer. Richard always wondered what would happen if he had answered the question wrong but that curiosity made him think it would be best if he never found out. “The trees protect, the trees protect,” came a slow and deep voice through the trees , “are you true.” “yes, I am true,” Richard answered. “then step upon the stone and be judged,” the branches moved and showed a flat stone lying in front of him. Richard stepped upon the stone and waited.

The stone glowed deafly then returned to its natural grey texture. “You are true, you may pass,” that was all the trees said to Richard as he watched the pathway between the trees clear itself of hundreds of branches showing a great tree standing alone in a circled glen.

“Thank you,” Richard said to the sentinel. He knew he would get know answer but thought it was still polite to show his respect. He slowly walked towards the great tree and entered the main gathering chamber through the front entrance.

He rushed towards the meeting hall and found butler sitting quietly waiting for every one to arrive. “I need to speak with you as soon as possible I have some troubling news,” Richard spoke quickly and was wondering were ever one was. “Lord Veramont is nice to see that you arrived safely and in good health. As to were every one is I hope to see them arrive at any moment, perhaps you could share your news with me or wait for the council to reconvene,” he looked at Richard and wondered what could be so argent.

“Yes it might havee to wait for every one,” so Richard pulled out a chair and waited for the rest to arrive.
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Postby Shadow_of_the_Past » Tue Feb 28, 2006 10:57 pm

Cyan was amazed when Ra pushed passed her and the surgeon and began to climb the stairs. It took her a second to recover from the shock then she ran up the stairs after him. “Don’t you think you should rest? Let the council come to you,” Ra grunted in reply and his eyes flashed dangerously putting the convosation to an end.

Cyan climbed in silence, questions jostling about in her head each one threatening to burst forth into the void of silence. Every agent of the council had been brought in wounded at one time or another, but not Ra. Cyan had never seen him like this and it made her nervous thinking of what might have happened.

Ra grunted every few steps in pain, but Cyan kept her eyes fixed on the stairs ahead, counting the floors until she reached level 50, the council chambers. Cyan reached out and opened the door and stepped into the room. Most of the council were there already, dressed in the official black and white robes she despised. She was still wearing her work clothes and suddenly felt out of place. All eyes turned to her and a look of outrage crossed her adoptive mother’s face, “Cyan! What is the meaning …..” she trailed off as Ra stepped into the room.
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Wed Mar 01, 2006 8:07 am

Pain no longer consumed Ra. His arm was working again and his resolve was strengthened by his mending of body. He barged past Cyan and the Surgeon. They tried to stop him, but gently, unaware that the wounds had already closed over. The heat inside of Ra had cauterized them from the inside out. The fire inside Ra burned like the sun as it always did when he was angry. He hated it. He needed to get it out, to alleviate it, to use a blanket and smother it.
The Council could help. They knew what burned inside of him. They had tried to teach him how to control it, but they hadn’t got very far with his lessons. He could still not control his feelings, however happy he was. When he was angry, a fire burned inside him, as if the Cracks of Doom had spat its guts into his heart. Thick lava flowed through his veins at times like these, not blood; it was the anger that kept him burning and alive.

Ra tore up the stairs, three at a time, at least that s what he thought. The wooden stairwell was empty save for a few servants and the sound of his foot steps and Cyan’s shouts were the only echoes that broke the quiet calm.

Ra made no sound, not even the drawing of breath as he sprinted up and over the last flight of steps, into the main Council Chamber, where all the meetings were held. He couldn’t see anyone there. He didn’t know that he still almost blind and he thought there was no one there yet, Ra knew they would all be on their way, or involved somewhere else in the tree. But in the middle of the great room, with forgotten sigils inlaid in garnet on the floor, stood a marble altar, fluted in its design but with no inscription or image. This only emphasised the beauty of what stood upon it. A large blue-black ball glinted maliciously, yet stunning in its light absorbing form. There were no lights glinting in this ball as yet, for no hand had touched it for many a day and rarely was it used, for it was a Palantir, perilous for even the most powerful to wield in thought. It was one of the few that stood undamaged by the tide of time that had swept across Middle-Earth. It had survived the fall of grace of Gondor and the beating of Amun Sul, for this was that stone, that Gilad had used when he come out of the West. In this glass of Doom, he had seen his own Doom, leering at him across a Dead Marsh, filled with the maimed corpses of thousands fair and foul. Yet he had still ridden in aid of Gondor and its King.

Ra strode to the Altar on which the Stone sat and placed his hands on either smooth side of the balls surface. At once he felt the power caress its way through him. But for every positive, there must be negative, for this is how the Balance works. As power flowed into Ra, he felt what he wanted, his thoughts and memories, confused still as they were, flowed back into the Stone, leaving only echoes of pain, lose and exhaustion. Ra knew that the Council would soon know what he had seen. He could not have told them in a clearer way than this.

Ra knew that there was no one there to read his thoughts, but there soon would be. The Stone of Amun Sul was the final, ultimate record of the Council. It had been disconnected from the others long ago, so that none could access or see memories and meanings behind actions and deals that the Council partook in. In the Stone was ever mission carried out by the Council agents through millennia, both positive and negative. Just because the Stone was shut off, did not mean that it couldn’t See.

Ra’s thoughts of pain and hunger returned to him as he lifted his hands away from the hypnotic stone. He sagged to his knees and rested his head against the Altar. Into his neck he whispered ‘Spartan, I will have revenge for you, old friend.’ With that he slipped back to his un-waking state.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Wed Mar 01, 2006 12:14 pm

Butler jumped up from his seat as Cyan and Ra burst into the council chamber. He saw Ra walk over to the altar and file away his mission memories into the palantir.

Richard had leapt across the room and caught Ra just as he collapsed. He laid him out on the floor and let the surgeon attend to him.

Meanwhile Butler had walked over to the orb of darkness and had placed his hands onto the cool surface. He used his trained mind to find the memories Ra had submitted and let them flow through his body. He stagered slightly but regained his posture. After a minute or two he removed his hands and looked down at the still body that was Ra.

"Spartan has been killed. Ra found him at the Lorien gate of Moria. He was on an alter as if a ritual of some sort had been carried out on him." he said to the members of the council who had made it back for the meeting.

Rijek, the keeper of the records and probably one of the most wisest members of the council, stood up. He ran the great library of the council which took up several floors of the council tree. The tall man, he was tall even though he decieved people by stooping most of the time, took out a small black book from a pocket in his robes. These pockets were famous throughout the council and their agents. Everything from quills, paintbrushes, books, hobbit nick-nacks and several weird devices were stored in the records masters robe.

Rijek opened the book and flicked through the pages, he found what he was looking for and handed the book to Butler.
"Was that stuck in the poor man" he said in his hoarse voice.
Butler looked at the picture and nodded. It was a drawing of the same knife that Spartan had been stabbed with.

"I was afraid of that. This knife is used by some obscure group of people. I was only told by my predecessor that if anyone ever recognised this knife then I must look to the great book that he left me."
The man placed the book back into a pocket.
"The book of our enemies."

Cyan's head whipped around from Ra. "What do you mean. The council incorporates every group on Middle Earth. How can we have enemies." she shouted.
Butler waved his hand vaguely. "There have been many throughout the years. The Chaos Guild. The Anti-Equality League. The Jikara Dio Cult. I could go on. But obviously what Ra saw and what Rijek is going to find out about is one of our greater enemies. One that could possibly destroy us."
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Fri Mar 03, 2006 2:41 am

There was only darkness. A terrible darkness that consumed Ra as his exhaustion beat against his fortress like spirit, breaking holes in his will to stay alive. His spirit floundered under the poison that infected his mind. It was his heart that was to save him.

As he lay on a bed where he had been carried by Richard, Ra burned as brightly and as sickly as the light of Moon through the fumes of Mordor, his skin, although in itself, dark was paling with every hour that tossed and turned within the sheets. And the Surgeon’s fretted, for they feared he would not wake from his evil dreams.

It was to days after he had spilled his memories into the Palantir, and he had not opened his eyes since he had collapsed on to the Council Chamber floor. No word had past his lips; the only sound being the slow labouring of his breath, coming shallow in his heavy breast. His dreams had no waking although he wished to be free of them. They held him close and slowly squeezed the life from his mind, but a dream can not touch the heart.

The dawn on the third day of Ra’s mind made prison was close as the Surgeons once again came in to check his condition. It had worsened during the night, with Ra now loosing power in his arms and legs. It was better to watch him thrash about in his dreams, fighting whatever he saw, rather than him lie still, seeming to have given up on survival and victory against his endotropic foes. It was but a few minutes from dawn when Ra expelled his last breathe. There was no one there to here it, for they did not wish to give him the indignity of having them fill with woe at the passing of familiar figure, although rough at times, always dependable as a friend.

As Ra’s physical heart stopped beating, something else started. It filled his veins with fire, more potent than any that had burned there when he was angry. It was as if some pure form of flame had found itself placed in Ra to keep him burning. There was no reason, no magic, except perhaps the heat of his home protecting him far from home.

The fire pumped so hard that the room seemed to catch all a flame from the heat of the dead body of Ra. Yet nothing burned. Ra opened his eyes, light, red and flickering pressed forth from them and then as he opened his mouth, there also it spilled from. There was no heat on the outside, but the skin seemed to be so hot it would melt at any time. The nurses and the Surgeons felt the heat from outside the room and the Council, again in their high chamber heard the scream as people tried to get close to the bed but could not pass the heat that battered them to the ground.

The fire lifted Ra from his bed and turned him so he was up right, still some feet from floor level. Then it let him fall. The fire went out, and everything was dark and cold once more. Then dawn broke over the huddled figure on the wooden floor. It stirred and lifted its head. Ra lived once more, because of the fire.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Fri Mar 03, 2006 12:15 pm

Butler heard the screams coming from the hospital floor of the tree. He ceased his pacing across the floor and opened a trap door near the altar thjat was where the rope lift ended. The lift wasn't there but he jumped anyway.

As he jumped the large black and white robes billowed out and formed into the shapes of fabric wings. He caught the updraft with the cloak and landed, with a roll, on the landing of the Surgeons domain.

He shrugged off the hated robes and threw them in a corner. He then opened the door to the room where Ra had been put. His friend was stood there breathing normally but Butler knew that something magical had happened to him. Something didn't want him to die. The senior agent could actually feel the magic in the air along with the smell of burnt wood. Even thought there were no fires.

"What the blast just happened Ra! We've been getting reports that you were almost dead and then you jump up out of bed with vigour that even I would struggle to call up."

Ra shook his head and smiled. "It doesn't matter. Anyway you must have jumped to get here so quick. They won't like that. They always think you'll fall all the way down."

Butler also smiled. "If I did it would be a rest from all these troubles. I bet you would like to here what has been happening while you've ben asleep." He took out a couple of pieces of parchment and handed them to Ra. "You should probably stay here to recover a bit. You know how angry the Surgeon gets if you don't do what he says."

Butler walked back out of the room, picked up the ceremonial robes and threw them back on again. He sighed as he saw the creases and muttered something under his breath. A second later his right hand glowed red and he ran it across the fabric, straightening it out. Once he was statisfied he began walking back up the main staircase, taking two steps at a time and waiting for the inevitable to happen.

It did several seconds later when Ra burst out of the Surgery and ran after him while ignoring the shouts from the Surgeon who was red in the face and brandishing a particulary sharp looking medical instrument.

"I see that you ignored him as usual. Anyway. We have just been discussing the issue of the enemy while Rijek is looking for a book in the library. Once he finds that we can see what we are up against."
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Postby Shadow_of_the_Past » Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:34 am

Cyan’s mother, Jana, approached her as Ra was carried off by Richard. “Why don’t you go to your room and freshen up while Rijek looks for the book?” Cyan, still in shock, remained silent, but allowed herself to be steered out of the room by her mother.

When they reached her room on the 42nd floor, Cyan spoke, “why didn’t you tell me? Why didn’t you tell me people were out to get us? You couldn’t have possibly forgotten to inform me this tiny, miniscule, minute piece of VITAL INFORMATION! WHY?” Cyan found herself yelling at her mother, she slumped down in the chair next to the window, “why?” she whispered.

Jana sat down beside her with a sigh, “Cyan, there’s something I should tell you, something I should have told you long ago,” she paused for quite a while before she continued, “your parents…well more your father, was a senior agent for a group of people, Butler mentioned them before, The Anti-Equality League, possibly the worst enemy we’ve ever had. Your father, he gave us a lot of trouble, he assassinated five of our best agents! Something had to be done, we had no choice… so to keep it short, we burned your father’s house down and barred the doors and windows so he and his wife could not get out. You were not known to us, your father and mother kept you a secret, even from their closest friends. You came wandering out of the stables just before we were about to leave, we took you back to the council chambers to consult Treebeard on what to do with you. He judged you as young and uncorrupted, he said you were not to be punished for you parents deeds and that you should be adopted into the council, because with a heritage like yours the enemy would do anything to get you on their side.”

Cyan remained silent for a few minutes before she spoke, “but why was I not informed of our enemies?” Jana nodded, “As I couldn’t have children of my own, I adopted you. As I watched you grow I discovered your thirst for knowledge. I knew if I ever told you about our enemies you would research them, and the first name you would find is that of your father and an account of his and your mother’s assassination and your finding. I didn’t want you to find out that way, I kept putting off telling you. And so we come to our current situation.”

Jana stood up, “I am needed at the council, get cleaned up, rest for a few days while we look for the book you will not be needed, then come back up to the chambers, we have much to do.” And with that she left.

Cyan was in a daze for the next few days. She washed away a weeks worth of grime, she tried to push everything to the back of her mind, she would think about it later. She slept fitfully and at dawn on the third day she pulled her long hair into a tight braid and donned the official black and white robes, tied the sash around her waist and grabbed her amulet and tied it around her neck. She walked out the door, grabbing her staff on the way. Cyan walked out towards the staircase and started to make her way upwards.
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Postby blackthorn » Sat Mar 04, 2006 6:13 pm

Rijek Went to the great library and was about to close the door when a voice shot up, “wait!” It was Richard rushing up behind him. “I need your help Rijek,” asked Richard as he stepped inside the library. “Well, how can I help Richard?” he asked with quiet tone.

The council tree was in such an uproar that he had no time to speak with anyone as of yet, “Is there any ware I can find any information on the great Vail?” Rijek Placed his fingers to his lips in a silence gesture then quickly closed the door behind him. “Follow me,” was all he spoke then turned on his feet and followed a great row of old books. Richard quickly followed him to a small back room. Rijek spoke a single word and the room lit up with lamps hanging from hooks securing them on the wall. The light shone on rows of bound leather volumes and stacks of scrolls placed neatly and carefully on long shelves that extended as far as the eye could see, were swallowed up by the darkness, much as the history they contained was swallowed up by the past.

The light also fell on pictures of author’s long dead and forgotten hanging between the shelves.

Rijek looked closely among the books and moved down the row upon not finding what he was looking for. He suddenly stopped and pulled a small leather volume from a high shelf that he was just barely able to reach. “This is the only book in this library or any other that has any passage about the Vail,” Rijek handed Richard the volume and set him at a lone table with a small lamp burning. Richard turned to the small book after he settled him self. The old drown cover had engraved gold lettering scribed across the front in small but elegant letters reading The Book of sorrow. Rijek sat across from Richard and opened a volume he had become interested in as well.

Richard turned the pages quickly but carefully. Reading in the silence made an unnerving felling come over him as he read on through the volume. As he got half way through the volume he struck a verse that he had come to know all to well. The balance well sway and the return of the lords will consume them all.

The fear formed at the back of Richards’s throat. He was just able to form a question to Rijak “Who are the lords of fire?”

Rijak through his eyes from his pages staring Richard In the eyes, “They are from our solemn past and we don’t talk of them,” Rijak closed his book and stood. Richard asked him again , “It is important Rijak. The Vail could have something to do with them and the sacrifices,” Richard watched Rijak turn back towards him taking a deep breath. “You will find know account of them among any book in this library. That knowledge was and only is passed down from Liberian to Liberian over the eons,” Rijek seated himself once more and looked at Richard, “What I am about to tell you is only know to me and you must believe because it is all true as imposable as it seams.” Richard looked at him and nodded waiting for the man to continue. “in the beginning the god created servants called the first ones there real name is unknown to me but that is not important. What is important is that they, after a time rose up against the gods and finely were thrown down to middle earth. This was before humans or even ents had been known to walk middle earth. The gods were so wounded in there struggle they couldn’t completely destroy there servants. The Lords walked the world in grace and beauty fairer then any elf. They were said to be the first inhabitants of middle earth and like the gods needed servants so they created them from themselves using the best qualities for each race. Beauty for the elves, Magic for the wizards, strength for the dwarfs, courage for the humans and so forth. The elves were the second created By the lords.”

“Who was the first?” cut in Richard.

“I am getting to that,” answered Rijak, “The first was the dragons. They wear used as mounts for the lords or should I say Dragon Lords as they were known after. They had the grace and best quality of every race but as they struggled for freedom from the gods there servants raised up agents them as they had done.” Richard was awestruck He had never heard about the dragon lords before, “what does that have to do with the Vail in the iron mountains?”

“The Vail Is said to be wear the races of middle earth pushed the lords, sealing them away for all-time.”

“But the Vail is failing,” cried Richard, “How can this be?”

“What?” Screamed Rijek, “the Vail can’t fail it must not fail we cann't let this happen.”

“I was told by a fellow council member that it is fading and now they can already hear movement through the Vail.” Telling Rijek every thing he knew.

“Then this is grave news indeed, If the vail falls then it could mean the return of the dragon lords and enslavement for us all, NO. NO It can’t fall, we must do some thing, Let us tell the other mybe the sacrifices of late are what is making the Vail fail and if it is we have to put a stop to this at once.”

With those words, they rushed out of the library and headed straight for the council chamber.
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Thu Mar 09, 2006 2:33 am

‘If there are enemies that wish to destroy us, then how can we fight them. They must know how we work and why we do it! Why has no one ever told me that there were enemies that knew of our existence? I would have always been more vigilant.’

Ra was angry. He could feel the heat rising in him again, but he could not let it take control again. He had felt the power and it had intoxicated him, but if all the stories of middle-Earth had taught him one thing, it was power can be misguiding. It can twist those that have it and alter all their deeds. Ra somehow felt the fire that burned inside him was not of this time. It was ancient and he felt it had eyes, other than his own.

‘Butler.’ Ra was about to tell him what had happened and what he had felt in the Surgeon’s rooms, but in some way he felt it was wrong to divulge the information, before he, himself, understood it.

‘What?’
‘Oh, I was just wondering where Rijek was. I need to talk to him.’

Butler looked at his friend and although he saw a strong figure before him, he still saw someone who had just come through great hurt and pain, weak and pale under all those tattoos of his.

‘What do you want him for?’
‘Oh, just something I need to ask him’
‘Never mind about telling me if you don’t want to. He is in the library. I think Richard is there as well.’
‘Thank you. Go and mend that silly cloak of yours. I think it’s got a tare in it.’ Ra smiled at the black and white robes round Butler’s shoulders. ‘You don’t want to be going and jumping down stairs with nothing but holes to keep you up.’

Butler smiled back at Ra, and was relieved to see a painful vision passing. He waved his hand and then leapt fro the balcony on which they had been talking. He caught the rope and swung his way down to the lower levels to the repairs and inventions room.

Ra, took the other way, upwards, towards the huge libraries of the Council. He needed answers and if anyone would know them, it would be Rijek. If he didn’t, then he knew where to find the book that did.
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Postby Wolf_Star » Thu Mar 16, 2006 5:20 pm

Draco flew with hate filling his mind. What called him he didn’t know but he couldn’t resist the call as if he was pulled by a tether towards his very doom. Who ever has done this shale pay dearly, thought the great red dragon. I shall roast his bones to ash and smite the rest from existence. The thoughts keep circling the great dragons mind as he looked down to the far ground below flowing by faster then flowing water. He was being pulled towards an open plain for some unknown reason. He could feel the closeness of the pull as he got closer. Who ever woke me from my thousand year sleep will curse the day he was ever born, cursed the dragon in his mind.


He began to feel some thing he had never felt in thousands of years. Fear.

He flew through the day only stopping once for a ripe cow wondering on the plains. He swooped down and clutched the cow in his massive jaws. He then Flew up into the high air were he tossed the frightened cow up and severed it into two. He quickly swallowed the first half of the cow and allowed the rear half to plummet towards the ground below. He then quickly swooped down and retrieved the fallen meat before it struck solid ground, swallowing the bloody carcass as fast as the fist half.

After his quick meal the dragon continued on to his destination. He followed the pull until he started to see the open plain. He then circled down in a spiral towards a man standing alone watching with his head held looking up towards him. Draco wondered why this man was standing and not feeing for his life, this alone was not enough to frighten the great dragon because he had seen men stair at his great beauty entranced before he would roast them were they stood. That brought a slight laugh to the dragons mind as he watched the man below. The dragon watched the pitiful creature below his as he approached closer and closer spiraling out of the sky. He then recognized who had called him from his long sleep. He had only moment of time to think, NO Slaver, before a magical bolt shot up from the mans hand and struck the dragon.

The man stood and watched the great beast above. He raised his had and started to chant words in a tong never before herd in middle earth for eons. It sounded like a mixture of common tong, elvish, Orc and Dwarf. He chanted as the dragon was called towards him building the summoning call stronger as the dragon flew closer. He reached up pointed towards the dragon. A bolt of magic flew from him towards the beast and struck it with great power.

The dragon continued to spiral down safely and landed before the man. The dragon placed his head down and spoke to the man with his telepathic speak, “Master, we ride?”
“Yes my pet, We ride,” Wolf star stood and watched the dragon fall under his powers. It had been eons since a dragon lord rode the back of a dragon and Wolf Star couldn’t wait to experience it once again. After he mounted they quickly returned to the sky and Wolf star was not happy upon what he seen.

“The world has changed much since any dragon lord last stepped on the land of middle earth,” He spoke to the dragon. “Yes master,” answered the dragon, “Much has changed since you have been away.” Wolf star looked in disgust at the land flowing below. It had once been so beautiful and now all the changed so much. Once great cities have fallen into ruin or disappeared altogether from were he expected to see there towering spires above the great horizon. He felt a feeling of great hatred as the dragon told him of the past changes over the thousands of years.

He cursed as he listened to how there once servants had over time destroyed the cities in past times and wars. How they sliced up the land and battled with one another. “The land has been thrown into ruin from or slaves,” cursed Wolf star, “they can’t do this any longer. For when I find the fire key and destroy the Vail. All will be as it was once again and for ever. They shale serve me and my kind once again and know peace even if it is with an iron hand, they will fall!”

The dragon flew over the horizon and disappeared bearing its rider far to show the rest of the changes that has happened over the passing of time.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Fri Mar 17, 2006 11:34 am

Butler's seven league boots touched down onto the marble of thr ground floor. He walked across this and past a wooden counter where a women was sat writing in several books. She was one of the councils secretaries who basically ran the paper work part of the tree. This meant that they drafted up all the orders and made sure that things got sent up to Rijek to go into the records.

He nodded as he went past and started to climb down a large stone staircase that lead off from the main room of the tree. After a minute or two Butler emerged into the great workshops of the council chambers. These workshops made all of the weapons, devices, clothes and armour that were used by the agents. The workshops were located inside a large system of caverns which interlocked rather like bubbles of solid rock.

He walked past a large metal structure that was, basically, a huge forge that was run by magic and clockwork. A large metal hammer rose and fell onto a sheat of red hot iron, bending it and shaping it, as the technicians heaved levers and shovelled fuel into a furnace.
There were many of these things all over just one of the caverns and that was just a small part of the workshops. But Butler wasn't here for armour or weapons. He was here for clothes.

His official robes swirled around his boots as he walked out of the hit environment of the forge cavern and into the cavern that dealt with devices. This was the domain of the Chief Technician Peg. Peg Son of Bod was a dwarf and a master of almost every type of craftsmanship on Middle Earth. He was sat at his workbench tinkering with a strange orb like device which clicked every so often.

Peg looked up and smiled as Butler approached. "Ah. Butler my friend. What can I do you for?"
"Well Peg I think that my robes may need a patch job. Mainly because of this big hole in them."
Peg laughed and got off his chair as Butler took of the cloak to reveal his normal black jerkin underneath.
The dwarf looked at them and passed them to a man who had appeared at his side. The man took them away as Peg lead Butler around his cluttered workbeanch and to the testing cavern. This was where all of the weapons were tested and also where agents could come to practise. They walked around for a few minutes talking about the current events until an elf walked up to them and handed Butler his robes.

"Well that was certainly quick. Thank you". The elf nodded and walked away. "Anyway Peg what do you think of this dagger thing."
As Chief Technician Peg was a member of the council and knew all about the incident at the gates of Moria.
"Butler. We have faced many enemies and I'm sure that we will prevail as always. Even so I think that if we do win it may be after several losses."
Butler nodded. "Very wise Peg. I must be going. See you later." He put the robes back on and walked back through the caverns, up the stairs and emerged back into the main tree chamber.
He looked up and started the long walk back to the Council room.
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Postby blackthorn » Tue Mar 21, 2006 6:46 pm

Richard walked quickly towards the council chamber with Rijek quickly coming behind.
He rounded a corner and found Ra heading into his general direction. “Ra,” shouted Richard, “I have terrible news.”

Ra stopped quickly and looked at the two he was looking for. “I need your help Rijek,” Spoke Ra. “I need to know what aliment has befallen me, It seams to be tearing me from the inside out as if a great change is tacking over my body,” Ra stopped and clutched his chest. “It feels as if a fire has been ignited that no water could quench,” He doubled over and fell to one knee speaking in great pain.

“This is as I dreaded,” Rijek placed his hand inside his cloak and pulled out a sprig of herb. “You must eat this quickly,” Spoke Rijek in a soft voice, “it will ease the pain for a time.”

“What is that,” asked Richard?

“It is wolf Bain, It only grows in the shadow of the vial,” He reached out and placed it into Ra’s hand. “It will take only a moment to work but I am afraid it is no cure.”

Ra looked at the red herb and placed it into his mouth. He was about to swallow it when Rijek stopped him, “you must now swallow the herb, It is extremely poisonous if swallowed. You must only chew it and let it be absorbed into your blood.” “Poison!” exclaimed Ra who was about to spit out the red herb. “Yes only if you swallow and this is the only thing that will help you for the time being.”

Ra could feel his strength return and then he returned to his feet. “You say you need to tell me some thing,” he asked Richard. “Yes ,”Richard explained how he found out about the Vail and what he discovered in the library but not telling Ra that he got most of the information from Rijek in case it was a secret the he didn’t want told to every one.

Richard finished with saying, “I believe, I have to go and investigate the iron mountains and the dwarf strong, hold there could be some thing there we need to know,” Richard watched as Ra looked to have regained his strength.

“Yes Richard, we need to send a party as soon as possible. Have what you need to be on your way at once.” Richard nodded and turned towards his quarters. “I may be joining you but I have a few things to take care of fist. If I am not with you by sun down then don’t wait.” Ra turned back towards Rijek after he watched Richard turn the corner.
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Postby Shadow_of_the_Past » Thu Mar 23, 2006 3:20 am

Cyan strode up the stairs, taking them two at a time, her tired muscles screamed in protest and threatened to collapse. She counted the floors as she climbed, 43, 44, 45. As she reached the 45 floor Cyan almost tripped over Richard,

"oh! What on earth are you doing down here Richard?"
"Im getting ready, I'm going to the iron mountains."

Cyan smiled, "do you really think that you could get away with leaving without telling me?"
"obliviously not," Richard smiled back, "And you know theres no way in hell your going to stop me from coming?"
"of course, we leave at sun down," he turned on his heel and strode towards his quaters.

Cyan watched Richard go around the corner, then turned and made her way back down the stairs to the 10th floor. located on the 10th floor was a large supplies centre mage up of two main rooms, the first supplying packs, staffs, blankets, tac and more, anything concerned with travel, the second room supplied waterskins, food pouches and food packages containing dried salted meat, cheeses, travelers bread and the like.

Cyan aproached Bryntar, a large round man in charge on the care and distrubution of supplies,
"Ahhhh, Cyan, off again are we?"
"Aye, and about time too! I was wondering when I was going to get out of here and away from the endles patrolls!"
Bryntar chuckled, " how you agents can be so brave I'll never know! I'll just stay here with the supplies."
Cyan laughed, "you do that then, now, to business, I need enough food to go to the iron mountains and back."
Bryntar shuffled off, taking bits and pieces from shelves and placing them in a saddle bag, once he was finished he gave the bag to Cyan, "here, need anything else?"
"no thank you Bryntar, I better be going!"
"ok, dont get any trouble now,"
"have I ever?"

Cyan left the supply center with one last smile to go and see to Abelard.
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Postby Penny_to_pay » Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:58 am

Ra was close to the library, when he realised that there was no movement around him. All was dark, and yet not so. It was if the sun was below him and he could see all that was below. H saw houses bouncing in their paddocks and heard their cries of fear. He saw the trees, the grass and every living thing. Ra realised that he all he wanted to do to all of it was destroy it in a blazing torrent of flame, that was so hot it would scorch the bones of the earth. Suddenly he felt the wind skidding across his wings; he knew the sine wave movement of a bird in flight. He felt the rider on his back and the hate radiating from the figure, filled his heart with rage. Rage in sympathy.
All Ra felt made him realise that he was not him anymore, he was a beast. A beast with wings as great as clouds, and scales, each one like the armour of great kings long dead. He knew the memories of great wars and victories, a humiliating defeat and long sleep. He knew he had been called as a stead for his former master, but there was no purpose revealed to him, yet.

All went dark and Ra found himself, still on the stairs in the tree. Suddenly he was afraid. There was something inside him that wanted to destroy everything, and yet it was not him and he could not find where it was within his mind or heart.

He ran to the library where he found Rijek. He explained all that he had felt and heard with haste. Rijek calmed him, sat him down and tried to explain what was running through Ra’s veins.

‘It’s not blood that you now have; it is the larva of the great mountains. It was created by Morgoth, in mockery of the Ent drafts that you have tasted. But how it came to be within you I do not know. I have never heard of it anyway else except in the veins of dragons. It let them grow to immense size and power. It prolonged their lives until they indeed seemed eternal. I do not know why you have it. The last of it drained away with Smoug, or so it was thought..’

‘But I felt a dragon, here in middle earth. Or rather I was the dragon. I was in his mind and he in mine. There was a rider. He was filled with terrible hate for every living thing.’

‘So they have returned.’

‘Who? Who have returned? Tell me Rijek. I need answers.’

‘I have no answers for you, only more questions and I can not give you them until I have done some reading.’ This was his time honoured answer to any question. Rijek spent many hours in the library, although most people thought he knew it all already.

‘Very well. But I have things to attend to. I’m going to Moria if I can. I want to know what is going on in there and whether there are any dwarves left inside. If there are, we will need them.’

‘With that Ra turned away, leaving the library. Rijek made to stop him, but thought better of it. He watched Ra out the door with a small smile on his face.

Ra fled down the stairs to the stables, grabbed his horse and swung himself up on the back of the great animal. He did not usually ride him, but he needed the speed. When he was done he would send him back.

An hour later he bust through the trees and onto the plains of Rohan.
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Postby blackthorn » Sun Apr 09, 2006 1:44 pm

Richard sat on fallen star ready and waiting. Cyan walked her horse up behind him with out even a sound.

“Your skills in stealth are improving,” smiled Richard to her over his shoulder.

Cyan laughed and continued walking her mount beside his, “well are you ready,” she asked coyly. “As ready as one could ever be when venturing into the unknown,” he replayed and reached down patting fallen stars flank.

Richards’s horse gave a snicker and snapped his tail at an annoying fly bothering his rump. “Well let’s be off shale we, the sun waits for no one.” Cyan kicked in her horse with her heals and made her mount rush off at a fast gallop.

Richard laughed and watched her as she handled the horse with expert horseman ship. He quickly caught up to her and the two set out for the forest and beyond. It was a long journey and they settled into a nice canter through the thick forest. The sentinels spoke nothing as the two exited under there foreboding branches. Richard was happy to be away from the greet tree, it was always a necessity to go there but he always preferred the open road and good company.

The weather had improved since Richard arrived at the great tree but the nights still held quite a chill. He had packed his bed roll along his back and it gave him extra support as he was jostled from side to side or small streams and rocky areas.

Richard kept the conversation to pleasantries with Cyan and she would tell him a tale or two about her most resent adventures, some parts would make both of them bust out in friendly laughter or share a word of comfort when the storey turned to more somber moods with the loss of a good friend in battle. Even in those times Cyan would still make Richard smile with how brave they were at there final moment of life.

“How many days to the Iron Mountains?” Cyan asked Richard as they both stopped at a small river to fill there canteens and refresh the horses. “If all goes well and weather providing we should make good time and be there in a few days nothing more,” Richard capped his canteen and placed it over his shoulder.

“And how many times did nothing go wrong,” Cyan asked rhetorically with a small amount of mirth in her voice. “Not many times,” replayed Richard, “but one can only hope.” Richard threw himself up into his settle one again.
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Postby Gloamglozer » Thu Apr 13, 2006 9:23 am

Butler saw the others ride off in their different directions and smiled. With his boots he would easily catch up with them, but for now he needed to get ready.

He climbed up to his room, got changed into his travelling clothes and walked over to a far wall. This wall was covered with weapons of every type. Butler took down his two retractable wrist blades and placed them up his sleeves in their awaiting holsters. Next he strapped his large sword onto his back. He put on his large travelling pack and picked up a wooden pole, like a staff, which he used for help when traversing difficult ground. Finally he put on his seven league boots.

With that he walked out of his room, locked the door and headed all the way down to the floor of the council tree. Once there he walked over to a desk where a secretary handed him a scroll with his mission on it. Butler already knew where he was going and what he was going to do, but this was just for Rijek's records.

Butler tucked the scroll into a pocket inside his cloak and stepped through the doorway of the tree into the forest. He smiled and began walking in the direction of his mission. He hadn’t gone five steps before the forest floor just behind him opened up and Peg, sat on a cart pulled by a dusty white horse, rose up.

“Butler! I was afraid I was going to miss you.”

“What do you mean Peg. You’re not coming with me are you?”

“Of course I am. The inner council thought that you might need my expertise on your mission. All of the information should have been on your scroll.”

“Ah. I never read it. Well I’ll be glad of the company. But, without meaning any offence Peg, you’d slow me down.”

“You think that you can get there quicker with your boots. Well I have news for you. There is some new kind of magic in the air that is preventing any kind of magical transportation.” The dwarf smiled.
“So it seems that you’re stuck with me. Get on.”

Butler looked at his boots and then at Peg. He sighed and climbed up onto the cart to sit next to the chief technician. The dwarf had a rough wooden cane next to him which he picked up and pointed to the ground which healed back up again. Next he pointed it towards the horse which whinnied and began to walk forwards.

“One minute though Peg. Won’t you be missed in the workshops.” asked Butler.

“Of course not. I’ve trained my technicians to be independent as well as experts. They’ll be fine”

The agent looked at the back of the cart. There was a large white sheet covering the many objects in the cart. Peg caught his eye.

“I thought that you might need the use of some of my inventions.”
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