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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 27, 2006 13:21:01 GMT -5
Steam rises off the black wasteland as you wander around the deep black pits, and the flowing lava. Orc battatlions patrol the area, saluting the lone figure as he wanders past, cloaked, and heavily armoured. Tinaldor smiled. Mordor was preparing for war. Thousands of tents were spread out across the vast desert, and the sounds of screams, and shouted orders littered the sky. Tinaldor grinned from under his cloak. Mordor would be a force to be reckoned with. His personal guard of eight Dark Elves wandered behind a small distance away, as he analysed personally the production of Orcs, and Weaponary. He would make sure the armies would be well trained, and ripe for killing, rape, pillage, plunder, and death.
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Post by Gandalf the White on Jan 27, 2006 20:55:13 GMT -5
"So you're preparing for war, but against whom, might I ask? The world of men, Rivendell, Nan Elmoth, Isengard?" said a figure in tattered, mud-stained cloak, leaning against a gnarled, dead tree that had been the focus point of many an orc's blade.
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 28, 2006 6:20:36 GMT -5
Tinaldor did not turn to face the wizard, motioning him to join him in his wanderings.
"Stinking humans, thats who. The world of men has been the sole problem of this Middle Earth. They are the ones who have caused me problems all along. I intend to make them regret it. Nan Elmoth I intend to stay allied with, as do I Isengard, if possible. For now, you and yours are safe."
Tinaldor turned, his eyes slightly blazing.
"I would invite you to join me in my war on humanity, but I deem you would not agree. And likewise with Nan Elmoth, though Ara may want to gain her revenge....."
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Post by Gandalf the White on Jan 28, 2006 13:03:18 GMT -5
"I will not go to war quite yet, old friend. I am still creating more troops of various shapes and sizes. I am now working on creating dragons the same way I created my wizard troops, but the energy needed to create a vast number of THOSE quickly, would require an almost incomprehensable amount of energy...". said the wizard, getting a puzzled look on his face, as if trying to solve a riddle.
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 29, 2006 10:11:23 GMT -5
"Well if you succeed, I shall be wanting to be do some business with you..."
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Post by Gandalf the White on Jan 29, 2006 12:30:37 GMT -5
"I would imagine that you would be interested in such things, could you imagine an army of wizards and dragons? Thousands of dragons, and hundreds of thousands of wizards?" said the wizard, a grin stretching across his worn face.
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 29, 2006 13:34:47 GMT -5
"A thought feared by many, I would imagine. Now that truely would be a force to be reckoned with, however... far fetched it may seem."
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Post by Ara on Jan 29, 2006 23:07:32 GMT -5
A slight shimmering of the air heralds the elven maiden's coming as she walks towards Tinaldor and Gandalf.she bowed to Gandalf and nodded a greeting to Tinaldor."well met my lords of Isengard and of Mordor.I have a single question for your ears Tinaldor Nenharma.is your need for revenge so great that you would kill a husband to a loved one,a son,a father,a friend?is your need for revenge so great that you would go to some-one who has not even known of Daran's,Eirien's,and Belgron's deathes to kill the families of people who do not deserve it?"Ara's voice was quiet,a subtle sign of her distress.she wore her hair in a single braid and the dress with her cloak and broadsword strapped to her back showed her recent changes more than ever as she stood her hands on her forearms.
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 30, 2006 8:31:34 GMT -5
*The Brat Princess herself, Melkora by true name, burst through the fog on her dark steed in full regalia. Her breastplate some shining metal close to obsidian, but harder and as shimmering than the night sky. The plate came to just below her ribcage revealing an undercoat and leggings of the darkest of velvets. She wore a shining longsword at her hip and her dark hair was in two braids that came down to right above her breasts.* "War is upon them Ara, and them alone. But if you choose to stand in our way. You and your people will only suffer." *She turns to her king* "You should have called on me sooner. I wished to ride out your side, neither behind you nor before you. But the message was late."
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Post by Austin on Jan 30, 2006 10:11:06 GMT -5
Austin stood beside Ara in his self imposed role of bodyguard, listening to the conversation, as usual he was wearing his full plate-mail armour covered by his cloak, anyone who didn't know him would think he was unarmed yet his sword, his bow and his daggers were perfectly conceiled. Idly he serveyed Tinaldor's army, they seemed to be well organised but they were still Orcs, he shuddered, his dislike for Orcs was almost overpowering
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 30, 2006 11:01:29 GMT -5
Tinaldor turned to view his queen, even more beautifully deadly in full battle regalia. He grinned.
"We are not ridding out just yet. I'm just surveying the forces, for the moment my dear. Plus there are important parts of my army not in full sight, that is to be a surprise...."
He then turned to the arrival of Ara.
"Whereas for you, I do not care who's loved ones they are, all shall suffer by my hand. And my sole motivation is not revenge.... just pure extermination."
Finally he turned to Austin.
"You seem.... uncomfortable."
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Post by Austin on Jan 30, 2006 11:10:17 GMT -5
Austin smiled and replied to Tinaldor
"I am alright"
it was a lie but he had no wish to advertise his hatred of Orcs to someone he may one day be fighting alongside
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Post by Ara on Jan 30, 2006 12:17:28 GMT -5
Ara felt her entire body tense at Tinaldor's words and she spoke through clenched jaws."you would go so far as to destroy an entire race.an entire people.but have you ever thought of this.who will care for this world when the elven kindreds are dead and lost?who will be there when we are long gone?not the dwarves for they are in Moria and many are dead.not the hobbits for they are not a fighting people.who else but the world of men?I will not lend myself to a slaughter.and that is what it will be."she forced herself to relax and looked at Austin.briefly letting him see the emotions in her eyes before she closed them.she took a deep breath and looked at Bp a trembling hand at her throat on her pendant and he necklace.
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Post by Austin on Jan 30, 2006 12:29:33 GMT -5
Austin took a step forwards and placed a hand on Ara's shoulder supportively, trying to comfort her, he cleared his throat
"and thus neither will I Lord Tinaldor"
he was relieved in a way, he did not like Orcs at the best of time, fighting alongside them might be difficult to manage
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Post by Ara on Jan 30, 2006 12:44:16 GMT -5
Ara's hand found Austin's on her shoulder and shaking now she touched it gently.she looked at Tinaldor once more."you did not see them.you do not dream of their cries to you at nights lord of Mordor.you do not carry the child of one you loved but they left you in your belly."she whispered it but her voice carried across and she turned away her eyes filled with tears.she went to Austin's side and looked at him sadly her head bowed slightly and the tears now sliding free down her cheeks as she bit back the words she didn't wish to say."Thus I release you Tinaldor."she spoke softly her voice kept in control only by not wishing others to see her in such a manner.
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