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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 4, 2006 16:29:55 GMT -5
The Dawneater quickly looked over the man at his side. he noticed that he was old for a man, and noble. His observance also told him that Azrael of Gondor had been conflicted in his mind recently, about what he could not read from his face, but the Hunter guessed that it was something to do with the present struggle, some sort of reluctance. yes, that was it, a reluctance.
The Thief noticed great sentiment in the man's eyes, despite his obvious warrior-postion, and skill. He knew enough lore of Middle-Earth to guess the man's lineage, and assumed that he emulated the Lord Faramir of old.
I am Prince Targuhl Dawneater, of, ah, Nan Elmoth, but that is not my princedom.
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 5, 2006 6:46:03 GMT -5
Tinaldor watched as Targhul quietly observed Azrael before he spoke. Interesting... He was obviously one to analyse a person before he spoke even a word. He liked to know... He chuckled a bit, sounded like him every once in a while.
"Indeed, if Nan Elmoth were your princedom, I would be suprised, as perhaps the current Lord Austin and his wife would be."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 5, 2006 10:37:29 GMT -5
Ture, I consider the Kingdom of the Dark Elves my home now. The land of my kindred is no longer, er, accessible to me.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Nov 5, 2006 15:36:43 GMT -5
Azrael felt curious...
"Why not?" He asked, looking concerned.
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 6, 2006 14:10:04 GMT -5
Despite knowing that the look of concern on his face was really a mask for Azrael's curiosity, Targuhl felt that the present company were too distant from his home-land to misuse any information he might give them. He was glad to be able to speak freely of his past, for the first time in his life.
I was raised to become king of my people, but when i came of age I was exiled from the Land of my Fathers on false charges. My family were destroyed, or, like me, forced to flee. I, their rightful king, was hunted down like a beast, forced to live in the forests and woods, in perpetual fear, not of being killed, but of killing my misinformed kinsmen. All for the sake of a few power-greedy weaklings.
Depsite knowing that no harm could come of this sudden display of honesty, the Thief was startled at his lack ofreserve, he suspected some sort of magic fomr the Elf-Lord who was listneing intently to his talk. He must say no more, for now.
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Nov 7, 2006 6:17:48 GMT -5
Azrael listened intenetly. An anger growing inside him while he did so.
How could a human with a heart do such a thing for power?
Azrael noticed Targuhl suddenly stop talking, and felt that perhaps he didn't want to say any more.
"Is there no way we can bring these men to justice?" Azrael asked.
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 7, 2006 7:08:46 GMT -5
Haha, they are not men. They are elves, and they have made their own form of justice. They had more power than anyone but their king, who they murdered. Now there people believe their lies, anyone who didn't is now long gone. Targuhl spoke on, not unwarily this time, but he felt a definite respect for the man, and felt he could trust him. I knew their secrets, so they constructed lies about me that my subjects believed, they gave proofs, they forged evidence, I am not welcome there. It would take much to convince my kinsmen of my innocence.
[OOC: I'm sorry if I didn't make my race clearer, I'm an elf, neither dark nor light, but twilight, yeah I made them up, but, who cares! Check out my bio in the character bios section for more on my history.]
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 7, 2006 11:22:42 GMT -5
(( Ooc: technically twilight elves are more tolkien accurate then dark elves, as this idea of an elf neither of evil, or of light, prefering to stay in Middle-Earth, is very similar to the silvan elves, like Thranduil's line, whereas the only dark elf mentioned really is Eol the smith, who dwelt in Nan Elmoth forest, hence where the name for the kingdom on here was gotten. So your line could very much be of a group of sindarin elves who refused to move into Valinor, and settled in Middle-Earth. I shouldnt worry Targhul))
Tinaldor chuckled to himself. He had inspired this newcomer to be more with his past. Well and with a little magic too... but that was not important. What was important was the matter at hand.
Drawing near to the Tower, they soon arrived at the Great Doors, guarded by Trolls, who bowed as low as they could to him, and opened the door. Strolling up the long stairway, and along long corridors, and through great halls of torture, he eventually made his way to outside the cell where the Demon was being kept. Turning to the two, he look gravely at them.
" Now, be careful. We have the demon chained, and well he is.... weakened everyday, but still, it is unpredictable."
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 7, 2006 12:16:20 GMT -5
Targuhl was getting impatient, he desperately wanted to begin this quest.
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 7, 2006 12:49:31 GMT -5
(( order it online or something. id imagine amazon would have it cheap))
Seeing Targhul was eager, he turned to Azrael.
"ready?"
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Nov 7, 2006 14:33:45 GMT -5
Azrael smiled.
"Naturally," he replied.
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 8, 2006 4:19:46 GMT -5
Opening the heavy iron door, he revealed the demon, surrounded by eight heavily armed Uruks. This demon severly maimed, and scarred, sat chained against the wall.
" My torturers had fun with this one, no amount of their torture seemed to wear it down, it seemed to have a very strong resitance and stamina. So I had to do it myself, and though it took a while, it wasnt long before I had broken it."
He chuckled to himself, then looked quite thoughtful, and commented allowed to himself.
" It has a rather unsual anatomy..."
Coming back to the point, and from the distracting thread of conversation that could lead away from it, he turned to the two men.
" Nevertheless, it is as wild as ever, and Ive no doubt when released will be eager to leave these lands behind him. So we should have no problem.
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 8, 2006 11:44:20 GMT -5
The Hunter marked his prey. He saw the stubborn look in the Demon's eyes, he recognised that look as of persistance in the face of danger, and fear. The demon was frightened, but this fear made it determined not to die. The demon's were natural self-preservationists.
The Dawneater pulled his shirt down, revealing one of the strangest tattoos he bore, it looked like an empty skull, not a human skull, or elf, or dwarf, demon. There were crows and ravens hacking at the little remaining flesh on the skull, which had been carved all over with runes, magic certainly. When you looked even closer, you could see that there were eyes retracted in to the skull, but they were still alive.
The Ghost-Elf buttoned up his shirt and looked into the demons eyes. he nodded, then suddenly the thing sprang into life, and huddled in the corner of the cage, screaming, howling, tearing at his eyes and flesh. It certainly was broken now. Targuhl felt sure that it knew him, and Targuhl marked it. He had had all the preparation he needed, and knew that the Demon would certainly run to safety as fast as it could, when it was released.
As I have said, Lords, I have had many encounters with this thing's fellows before I ever knew about this part of Middle-Earth, probably before they did too.
The Haunter grinned, a cold, knowing smile.
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Post by Tinaldor on Nov 8, 2006 12:57:57 GMT -5
Tinaldor watched silently as the strange act took place. but something told him Targhul was indeed a very dangerous elf... someone who knew how to kill. He look deep into the elf's eyes.... he would need to corrupt this one. Perhaps this one would work for him at a price...
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Post by Azrael Turnbull on Nov 8, 2006 13:55:11 GMT -5
Azrael was very surprised by the demon's reaction. He didn't know what was going on...
"You say you've faced these demons before?" Azrael asked.
"So this isn't the first place they've shown up... What is it that makes this demon hate you?" Azrael asked, feeling very confused.
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