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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 31, 2006 4:33:04 GMT -5
*BP's lips curled at anger as she watched the King of Rohan ride away. She raised her arms and began chanting almost inaudibly in the black speech. Her eyes became darker and darker green until they were the green of fir trees in the night time forrest.* "So as I say will it be. Powers of the dark, great powers that be bind him to ill fate. Bind King Procneus to ME."
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Post by Tinaldor on Jan 31, 2006 6:35:26 GMT -5
Tinaldor grinned. There was something new about Bp. Perhaps another factor that would force Proneus to make mistakes.
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Post by TheBratPrincess on Jan 31, 2006 13:20:46 GMT -5
*Little did Tinaldor know that the spell she had cast was spell of lust. Procneus would lust after her the minute she saw him again. She did not explain the spell to Tinaldor. She thought perhaps jealousy would sabatoge her plans.*
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Post by Tinaldor on Mar 23, 2006 14:58:31 GMT -5
A few weeks later..
Tinaldor wandered around, inspecting the production and training for war that he had ordered. All was on schedule, and thousands of dark elves and orcs trained around him. His forces were being beaten into a fighting force to be reckoned with. He stopped to watch as a Dark Elf and Orc warrior, two of his finest duel. he grinned as the Orc warrior yielded. Good, though the contest was tough, the Dark Elves still held the positions of veteranship. New weaponary, armour, everything was being readied. Walking past the troll pit, he grinned. They were as fierce as ever. Good, all was in motion. He watched Mt Oroduin belch fire in the distance... He would be ready for this enemy.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 28, 2006 14:41:58 GMT -5
Azrael walked along the field's of Nurn slowly, with his head down and his hands behind his back. Eventually, he was out of sight from all around. He was still thinking about his fallen friends. The years of fun and laughter they had previously had since childhood. He had never thought that they would be seperated before old age had taken them. Azrael was ashamed to admit that his closest friends were no longer here. He couldn't face the reality that they were no longer living, breathing, or thinking anymore... That they were gone, and their time up.
Azrael's thoughts turned to his sister. The moment his sister had returned, and they were united, he was to leave for war... Seperating again. Azrael felt ashamed that the joy of his sister returning didn't last. He wondered where she was now, and whether she was ok. He hadn't seen or heard from her since the start of the battle. He regretted leaving too soon to contact her.
But I had to... Azrael argued with himself.
I couldn't waste time!
Are you saying time with your family can ever be a waste of time?
Azrael dropped to his knees and put his head in his hands. He dropped a tear or two. His thoughts then turned to Elraina. He never allowed himself to get to know her. He spent his time as if there was eternity to play around with it. Azrael couldn't believe that he didn't spend his time more wisely. He hadn't seen Elraina since before the attack on Gondor began. For all he knew, she could've died...
No... Never think like that, Azrael thought to himself. Perhaps she was safe with all the citizens of Minas Tirith... But then, come to think of it she would've joined in the fighting with everyone else, like she had done in the first battle.
Azrael thought of the time he had spent walking with Elraina after the battle. He felt more at home during those few precious minutes than he can ever recall. Azrael felt a deep longing to walk beside Elraina again... In a time of happiness. He could get to know her more... Make up for the time he had wasted. Who cares if she worked for Tinaldor...
Oh, please still be alive...
Azrael came to realise that this was not his arena. He was no fighter... He hadn't the heart for doing what he did.
I may not be a fighter, but I must fight... How could I expect the people of Gondor to march to their death if I was not willing to follow?
But Gondor isn't fighting anymore... The people are no longer marching to battle. Why am I?
Azrael didn't know what to do with himself. He was caught up in this war, and longing to go back in time to change the way things could've happened. He couldmake the most of his time with his childhood friends, spent more time with his sister, and gotten to know Elraina... But as is the way things are, Azrael hadn't learned his lesson until it was too late.
Azrael got back on his feet, and carried on walking along the mountain. His horse was in the stable closer to theblack gate... Opposite to the way Azrael was travelling. He unstrapped his swords from his waste, and held the belt in front of him...
My whole life I've trained with the swords that have been handed down from my ancestors, when I should be attending to more important things. You have brought me nothing but misery! It is here, in my life time... Not my sons, or my grandsons, where you shall be buried!
Azrael held the belt over the edge of the mountain. He relaxed his fingers, ready to let go...
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Post by Tinaldor on Oct 29, 2006 8:19:58 GMT -5
Tinaldor watched Azrael from a distance as he wandered. When searching for soldiers to take on this mission, he had sensed the human from a distance. He watched, as the man wandered head bowed, deep in thought. Something was on his mind. He guessed it was the things dear to him, a deep regret. In these times, he knew regret would be an issue. There would be things people wished they had done.... things they look back on and wish for a removal of past taint... Part of him guessed Azrael was war weary. As Azrael was about to loose his belt, he stepped near and spoke.
" Will this be another regret, if you do this? My friend, we fight for the very existence of memories, for the love of our family, for the love of our women, for the love of our children. We fight for love. When this war is over, there will be a time for peace, a time for love. A time to treasure those close, and to make new memories. But if we do not fight, then those can never occur."
Tinaldor placed a hand on his shoulder, in a friendly attempt to comfort him.
" You are weary of war, i see it. But perhaps it is naive to think that we can rest in our own little lives, and escape this battle? It is not only for our own peace, but for our childrens peace too. There will be a time when we can rid ourselves of weaponary, and even Mordor would welcome peace. But it is not now. "
Tinaldor remember the closeness that Azrael had developed with Elraina. It was what he had wished in his heart, for the two to become close.
" I sense you have something in you, a desire, a distant hope for someone, a new love. She is alive. She marches with a small force in Rhun, leading skirmishes with Demons there. She has come into her own. I believe that there is not much i can train her now in war, that she has not learnt on the battlefield. When this war is over, and she is free of her training, I shall send her to you. Is this what you would wish for?"
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 29, 2006 9:34:56 GMT -5
Azrael was a little startled by Tinaldor's voice. He was not aware of anyone watching him. He listened to Tinaldor, and the deep cry in his heart turned into determination.
"You speak to the point, my friend. You are right..."
Azrael let the belt hang loosely beside him in his hand.
Azrael listened to Tinaldor continue about Elraina. He felt a deep joy in his heart when he heard she was still alive. He smiled.
"I wouldn't trouble you to do such a thing. If she wants to come to me, she can do so of her own free will."
Azrael strapped his swords around his waist again.
"There will be a time to get rid of these shameful tools, but allow me to soak them with the blood of our enemies first!"
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Post by Tinaldor on Oct 29, 2006 9:57:57 GMT -5
" I am glad you agree. I myself look forward to a rest from war. I have been a warrior all my life. Perhaps this one will be my last, and the one I will make my name in."
Tinaldor grinned slightly to himself at Azrael's discouragement of the idea of him sending Elraina to him. He obviously did not want her pushed into something.
" Indeed, though I do deem that I will not have to... something tells me she will come to you of her own... desire....."
Tinaldor thanked The Great One in his mind for his own wise words, and the resolve of Azrael.
"Indeed, let their thirst for blood be finally quenched before they be laid to rest."
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 29, 2006 16:28:27 GMT -5
Azrael smiled.
"You're a good warrior, and a good friend," Azrael told Tinaldor.
"Perhaps when we finally free ourselves from war we could go hunting together. I'm sure it would be most enjoyable."
Azrael looked at his swords.
"I guess until then I got to keep up my training. I don't want to slack off now." Azrael chuckled.
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Post by Tinaldor on Oct 29, 2006 16:37:54 GMT -5
" Speak quietly friend, we cannot have the world knowing the Dark Lord is a good man!"
He chuckled to himself.
"Thank you Azrael, I shall take you up on that."
Tinaldor laughed.
" No, it would be most a shame! Perhaps you and I should duel sometime? A friendly test of our strength, and well good practice too."
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 29, 2006 16:40:34 GMT -5
Azrael looked at his swords, then back at Tinaldor.
"What about now?" He asked, smiling.
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Post by Tinaldor on Oct 30, 2006 10:08:19 GMT -5
"Come dont joke! You are weary, you would not last a second!"
He grinned and chuckled at Azrael.
"But I suppose if you insist I do have the time to beat you"
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 30, 2006 10:24:21 GMT -5
Azrael smiled.
"I may be weary, but I'm sure you won't be unimpressed by my blade skill."
Azrael unsheathed his swords, and attached them at the hilt.
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Post by Tinaldor on Oct 30, 2006 15:08:14 GMT -5
Tinaldor unsheated his sword, and held it hilt upwards, the point digging into the ground.
"I have never turned down a challenge. May we do each other justice."
He bowed his head in a mark of honour and respect to Azrael.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Oct 30, 2006 15:35:31 GMT -5
Azrael naturally bowed back.
He gave a smile, before suddenly lunging forward with a powerful strike, then making two lightning quick slashes aimed at torso height. He then span low, swinging his blade backwards in an attempt to take out Tinaldor's legs.
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