The Armoury of the Dwarves

[maeglin]

[glow=gold,2,300]You have entered the Armoury of the Dwarves.

Aside from gold, battle is our god.

Here is where we prepare ourselves for battle.

Come, bring or buy the greatest weapons ever formed.[/glow]

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor walked in, and bowed to Nain.
"I have come to see the armouries that are famed throughout middle earth.
do you think you could make me dark elven armour, but tempered in mithrill?"

[maeglin]

I will set my smiths to it right away, I'll set some precious stones in it for you.
*Yells for Globin, gives him his orders and turns back to Tinaldor*
No-one should be able to find us here unless I let them. Why did you really come?

[Tinaldor]

"I came, to tell you that my troops are on the way, all 300,000 of them, and we intend to clear your lands of the enemy, if we can. then we shall march to meet the main enemy force in the fields in rhun, and i ask that you join me with your army in the march."

[maeglin]

Of course I will join you.
BTW Do you have any armour you wanted me to buy off you?

[Tinaldor]

"No sorry my friend. But i will be sure to bring in a steady supply."
tinaldor noticed a slight movement, and he drew his sword
they are here!
three men charged round the corner. tinaldor ran at them, jumped, brought his blade crashing down through one, turning swiftly hewing one in two, and shoved it through the lat ones face.
"there will be more Lord Nain. draw your axe and lets go hunting."

[maeglin]

HAH HAH HA!!
The Second War of Moria is upon us!
KHAZAD! KHAZAD!
KHAZAD AI MENU!
*Drawing his great, newly re-forged battle axe from his back where it usually dangles against his stocky calves, Naín Mallet-Head rushes after his friend, striking down cowardly men on his way...*

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor grinned, and turning, he kicked another man away, then sweeping low, taking off the legs of another, before gutting a third.
"you must hurry, or i will beat you on this tally Nain!"

[maeglin]

HAH!!
An elf may beat a dwarf in lore, but never in battle, not even a dark elf!!
*Swings his battle-axe with suprising agility and splits a man in half down the middle, slides under another man's legs and embeds his small lefthand axe into the back of his skull, spins around and decapitates another sorry victim, polishes off the maneuver by taking his lefthand axe out of the still-standing man's head and uses its sharpened handle to skewer yet another doomed trespasser*

[Tinaldor]

"thats some fine axe work there my friend. "
he grinned.
"but i am not a usual eolf, my friend"
he pulled out his sword, and jumped up, and came crashing down again, causing death and destruction atround him, leaaving 5 men dead.
"you were saying?"

[Aerianeth]

*Aeri walked into the armoury with a small smile on her face. She looked around and noticed the two characters stood in front of her. She smiled and looked at the many weapons that lay. She picked an axe up and swung it in the air. The blade cut through the air. Aeri nodded her head and felt impressed. She smiled and picked up another axe and felt it's weight.*
Not bad. Light as a feather.

Nain edit: changed 'sword' to 'axe'. No swords in a dwarven armoury.

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor walked into the armouries.
"I am ashamed to say that weaponary and armour here is far greater then any other across the land. my armouries cannot match Nain's."
he turned to Nain
"Have you finished production of my armour?"

[maeglin]

It is finished my friend. My smiths would not break my command even to join a battle.
*Shouting* Globin! Bring the armour we made for Lord Tinaldor!
*Naín took a parcel from his faithful friend and aid, and handed it to Tinaldor. Tinaldor drew out a breast-plate that was made of pure Mithril, but, by some unknown art of the dwarves, was tempered in such a way that it was as black as sin, and yet, when it was polished, it reflected any amount of red light in the area, but red light only. Also in the parcel were the greaves, belt, mail, and all other items of war, except for a helmet and a shield. On all of these was a flame pattern etched and laid with red rubies, to make it look, when Tinaldor was angry or in battle, as if a black and red flame was scorching through the battle-field.
After Tinaldor had received all this Naín handed him a small, round, black Mithril shield, of the same make and pattern as his armour. On the back of this shield were many inscriptions in dwarf and elf runes, but all written in the black speech, these were such incantations of evil and battle that if any immortal being read them aloud... well, I shall just say that these were very powerful spells.
Next Naín handed Tinaldor a beautiful but terrible helmet, it was shaped to make Tinaldor look like a fire demon of old, a Balrog, when the dark-elf wore it the helmet gave him unbelievable power, even on a shelf it struck fear into the hearts of Durin's descendants.*
Take care of that helmet Tinaldor, I had to craft it alone, long into the night, and only you could wear it without its evil bearing down on your head. I hope all this fits

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor flexed his arms.
"Decent movement with it as well. and it feels like i am wearing nothing. You are indeed a true master of your arts. thank you my friend."

[maeglin]

Not a problem.