The Barracks

[Tinaldor]

Here is where the pride of the Mordorian legions train and fight, under the tutelage of General Reibisch. The Orcs and Dark Elves are busy training, and are in anticipation of the arrival of the pupil of the Dark Lord.

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina felt her new armour hugging to her body as she entered the barrack, unsure of where to find the General she was left no choice to wander towards the training fields from where she could hear the crash and spark of weapon training. .. She had been nervous before she had left her room, but now there was nothing but eagerness to train. She longed to feel her sword in her hand again, it was almost as bad as the craving she had for out more horizontal activities. Pushing her carnal desire to the back of her mind she slipped from the tunnel entrance and stood near the high stone wall watching the dark elves train...
She could more than feel the power, it was everywhere, seeping for every pore of the soldiers as they trained... her eyes where wide with anticipation, and lust for battle, a desire to hurt. At first her thought scared her, how had she turned from the gentle she elf who had returned to Rivendell to what she was becoming... she had been corrupted and twisted, but then again she wanted it that way. To be a warrior with all the power she had seen at her finger tips to wield at her will.
With a guttural growl she could stand the wait no longer and ran forward raise her sword in challenge to the first dark elf she came upon... the moments hesitation and stock at her appearance out of the shadows giving her change to close the distance between them... with a quick flick of her wrist she swung towards him. He parred and caught her weapon between the crossed blades of his duo scimitars

[Tinaldor]

General Reibisch:

He was busy watching a training fight between two sergeants, one welding spear, the other sword and sheild, when he heard an unusual growl and the clash of weaponary out of place. Reibisch stopped the two fighters he had been watching, and pushed his way through the soldier to the scene of the fight. It was that ruddy girl, the new apprentice of his Master. She would stir things up no doubt. not that that wasnt good.....
"All right you two, split it up! You.." He paused, and looked angrily at Elraina, speaking with contempt in his voice, grabbing her by the scruff of the collar.
"You need to control yourself... or one of the days your with us lads, someone will forget the royalties your wearing, and cut your throat..."
He released her collar, and grabbing her arm, he pulled her over to the side.
"Our Master wants you to learn the basics of training and common soldiership that we teach here. Before you can lead, you 'ave to serve, or something like 'at. So just follow the routines, train, fit in, dont step out of line, and in no time, you'll be back in ur fancy room it the Tower. Understand?"

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina felt her self pulled away from the soldier mid swing, she growled as she came face to face with General Reibisch “cut my throat I would like to see them try” her eyes burned with hate. The feeling flowed through her body, heightening all her senses. She struggled as he let go of her collar but before she could twist away from him, his finger wrapped themselves around her arm forcefully and she had no choice but to follow him.
Her blood boiled as he spoke to her as if she was some spoilt brat “oh I will train, and routines don’t phase me, but fit in with this lot an no step out of line… I never stepped in to it” she sneered and pulled her arm out of his grip. “if it was not for the fact I don’t want to fall out of favor with lord Tinaldor I would have your blood mixing with the mud on this field right now old man… you are a has been, your time is nearly over” she was trying to push him to react.. She needed to know his limits before she could set her own standards. “I might wear fancy amour but it’s the darkness of the heart inside that matters… and mine is growing blacker with every passing moment”
Finally she relaxed her death grip in the hilt of her sword, and let it hang lose but ready. “You have something to teach me? Then get on with it, neither of us is relishing this s the quicker I am out your hair the better for both of us”

[Tinaldor]

General Reibisch

He let a grin rise to his lips as the girl impudently called him an 'old man'. Did she even know who he was, his exploits, how much of a service he had done for the Master?
"Little girl, I've been winning battles and ripping men, women, and children to shreds under our Master since before you were even conceived. So dont even think of underestimating me... Thats a mistake you dont want to make."
He had been expecting something like this from the girl. Reibisch understood the new power that she had come to gain a hold of, and though he had not seen her fight, he could imagine that for Master Neharma to pick her, shes must indeed be a fine warrior. That alone demanded respect. 'Not that he would respect an impudent little female dog if she underestimated him though.'
"Follow me Lominis, let me teach you the daily training routine as we walk. First thing in the morning, the whole barracks marches for ten miles to help fitness. Then, upon returning, the sparing begins. There are five different sections, and each elf must rotate to every section during the day. Archery, swordsmanship and light weaponary, attack and defense, heavy weaponary such as the halberd, and an open spar with weapons of your choice. Upon finishing this, you will eat with everyone else, and then a late lesson in tactics takes place, before you go to sleep."
Reibisch leant closer to her, and spoke so only she could hear. She would no doubt antagonise some of the soldiers, she was young, and too confident, perhaps for good reason, but nevertheless the Elves would also be envious of her position in Lord Tinaldors court. He would have to keep an eye for this one, no matter how much she antagonised him.
"Dont make enemies among these Elves, unless you know that you can kill them."

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina smiled to her self. Reibisch had reacted to her jibs; he could feel her pushing at his limits but had not turn away from her. In that moment he had earned her respect but always had made her more determined to prove to him that she was worthy of her position and higher with in Lord Tinaldors court.
She walked with him her weapon held loosely in her hand, she would not sip in back in to the sheath that her from her belt while she stood on this field. Even as she moved along side the general she could feel dark eyes burning in to her. She was an outsider, someone new and yet she already out ranked some of the dark elves around her. She was naive enough no to realize this would make her a target for every one of them. To challenge and beat her would not only give them status amongst the rank but would bring them to the attention of the dark lord him self… it was a scary thought that she would have to always be on her guard but it was one she relished. Her new hunger, the desire to kill and maim boiled and bubbled through her constantly.
“a morning run how quaint” she laughed as Reibisch ran through the daily routine of the training school… but her eye lit up as he went on to explain the dueling, this was the area she longed for… her skills as an archer seriously needed some work, she had never been over comfortable with a bow though she could use one if needed. The she-elf preferred to be up close and personal if she had to fight… to smell her prey, the see the fear or hatred in their eyes. A grin spread across her face as she realized she was starting to think like a predator, she would no longer only fight as a last resort, she would relish the hunt as much as the killing. To stalk her prey like a wild animal, moving in and out the shadows of it mind before she pounced and ended their sorry existence as if she was doing them a favor. “so my dear General what would you have me do today for I have missed the run by the look of things” she smiled at him sweetly, if it had not been for the darkness that flashed in her eyes and the dark amour she wore it could be believed she had reverted back to the sweet and innocent She-elf that had faced the dark lord in Rivendell not many moons ago.

[Tinaldor]

General Reibisch

Reibisch grinned slightly as her eyes lit up at archery. She obbviously needed training in that area.
"Theres time enough for you to take part on two spars: I suggest archery and one on one weapon of choice dueling."
The General turned away looked back over his shoulder.
"I have other warriors to watch. Make your way to the archery, and begin there. I shall have one of my lieutenants watch you."

[Élraina LÓminís]

Elraina saluted the general as he moved away from her across the training area and then she turned toward the archery range. She walked swiftly over the compacted dirt floor and it was only as she finally approached the firing point that she realized she didn’t have a bow or quiver with her.

As if he had read her might a boy approached carrying a carved dark wood long bow and a leather quiver of arrows which where feathered in black. The young elf was little more than a child but already he wore the dark stardards of the Mordor army and had a look in his eye that made her shudder. She rethought her desiccion to ruffle his hair and wrapped her fingers around the wood of the bow. It felt good in her hands, weighted as if it had been made for her.

She ran her fingers over the runes and swirls that were carved in to it... the bow was not a regular weapon by any means. She pondered a moment about all the things that had been given to her so far, each a instrument of war but each one hand crafted for her under the instruction of Lord Tinaldor... she wondered what exactly he had see in her that first day that had lead to the special treatment.

The She-elf stepped towards the firing point after taking the Quiver from the lad and thanking him... he had just glared at her and saluted as he would to an officer before turning on his heels and disappearing back in to the shadows. She had been thrown by the salute, and had not had chance to return it before he had left and she cursed her slowness, as she pulled the first arrow from the leather pouch. Its barbed and cruel looking head shone in the dim over cast sun light as she notched it on the strong string.

She stood side on to the target which was little over 50 meters away, her feet about shoulder width apart. The she elf relaxed her breathing as best she could in the almost stifling heat, her eyes focused on the red and black circles she was to aim for. Elra's arms tensed and her muscles took up the slack as she drew the bow string back towards her chin, her left arm holding the bow straight as it curved with the pressure. Closing her left eye she looked along the length of the arrow and took her aim, then after the third deep breath she held it in and released the string. It snapped forward pushing the arrow with it sending it flying through the heavy air with an audible twang... she held still for a second then dropped her bow back down to a relaxed position.

Élra fired off 3 more arrows in this fashion before looking up at see if the lieutenant would was meant to be watching her had arrived yet. She was pleased with her effort all four arrows had hit the target close to the bull and where closely packed together but she doubted that anything but prefect would do here.

[Tinaldor]

Lieutenant Grazdurluk

The orc lieutenant watched as Elraina fired off her arrows. Nowhere near the standards of the best, but for a first timer she did well. However he had the feeling she would imporve quickly. As long as she kept her arms steady and strong, and made it a swift flowing movement, she would make a good archer. He appeared from where he had been so now the Dark Elf could see him. He picked up a bow, and set an arrow the string, placing two more in the floor beside him.
"Like this:"
He was never an orc of mny words. He pulled the arrow back to his ear, both arms perfectly straight and steady. He stared down the flight in utter concentration, and let the arrow fly. Not even needing to watch it hit the target, he picked up the second arrow, set it off in a smooth motion, and did the same with the third. Now looking to the target, he could see all three square in the small space that was the bullseye. He turned to Elraina and grinned sarcastically.
"Now you do that."

[Élraina LÓminís]

The darks lord apprentice turned toward the grunt, that had startled her just a moment after her last arrow had been released. She fought the desire to recall away from the ugly thing that stood closed to her, her fingers white at the knuckles.She forced herself to take a look over the Lieutenant and then returned the salute as respect was to the position . She had worked out his rank from the uniform he wore pulled tightly over the think rolls of dark greasy skin... or hind was probably and clearer way to describe it. Élra felt her stomach twisting and Turing in on its self..As she watched the archer pulled on his heavy wooden bow and showed her near prefect delivery of a sharp arrow. The spiked tip had buried its in to the face of the target, just a hairs breath from the center of the golden. but before she had time to turn her gaze back to the large Orc,or make any comment on he obvious skill .His second arrow was released and slid along side the first and again a moment later the third ,driving its self in to the target tightly against the others. The she elf and stood staring at the target till she released that drool was about to run from her full red lip and on to her chin...

She wiped the moisture on the back of her hand and stepped forward to the firing point again, even though she had hardly understood the pointers he had given her she decided that she would just following the rhythm and relaxed way he had used... she stood and spent a moment relaxing her shoulders and arms before she took the first arrow and notched it.. lifting her bow directly in to the firing position she adjusted her normal stance to mimic his then after pulling her arms and taking a look at the target along the shaft of the arrow she realized it and in a single fluid movement she notched another and released it in the same flowing action as the last. Then in the same way the third followed the first two... she looked up at the target and nearly let out a whoop... though then were slightly off center the grouping of the three arrow was much tighter.. The laid together nearly as tight as the Grazdurluk’s... with a sarcastic sickly sweet smile she looked at the ugly Orc and tutted… I am not master archer but your ugly... and iam already getting better... “The girl laughed but her dark eyes never strayed from him as she awaited his reaction to both her shot and her comment...

The days was getting on, already the dim orbs of the sun veiled behind the think arid cloud, was in its final descent towards the dark jagged mountain tops that silhouetted against the red sky. It was almost beautiful in its own way... but with it came the early evening winds that chilled the air on the training fields quickly once the sun had set for the night.

[Gandalf the White]

"You are doing well, under Lord Tinaldor's teaching..." came a cold voice from the shadows.

"You must be careful, for these days of peace and harmless training are coming to an abrupt close. Within a short time, the forces of this unknown enemy will strike Isengard, and will spread to Rivendell, and Mordor as well. I assure you, Isengard will be hit with the full impact of this oncoming war, but we most certainly will not be able to be defeat it alone." continued the wizard's voice, as he stepped into the light, the left side of his face hidden in shadows, but a purple light still cut through the darkness from his eye.

"Train well, Élraina, for we shall need your strength soon..." came the wizards voice, echoing as his form faded, becoming one with the shadows again.

[Tinaldor]

Lieutenant Grazdurluk

As the young she elf hit the target well, he was impressed by her quick learning, but not by her impudence. Perhaps why the Dark Lord had chosen her. He thought twice about backhanding her across the jaw as he was prone to do, but he wouldnt. She was just confident. That would change. He was taken aback when he heard a voice from the shadows. He would report that to the General, he was unsure what had just gone on. He saluted Elraina, and pointed to her final training for the day. The dueling ring. He just hoped she was good as she was confident. If not she wouldnt make the night.

[Tinaldor]

Tinaldor charged in on board Nemphalos. The black war horse thundered to a halt, upon which the Dark Lord threw himself off, and grabbed a nearby soldier by the scruff of the neck, not caring who.
"Fetch me General Reibisch at once! And the Lady Lominis!"
The soldier ran off, and brought Reibisch before him. Tinaldor was itching for a fight, and itching for a look at what they were fighting.
"General it has begun. I want my army at Isengard by nightfall! We march light and fast, we must get there and be at full strength! General, how large is our force, and how many of each unit?"
General Reibisch took a moment to think, then replied with assurance that was key in his opinion. That was why he was so high in the ranks of Mordor. He had earned it.
"771,000 overall. 1,000 heavily armed trolls, 250,000 orc foot soldiers, 250,000 orc archers, 5,000 elite orc warriors, 5,000 Dark Elven Riders, 100,000 Dark Elven spearmen, 100,000 Dark Elven archers, 1,000 elite bodyguard of yourself, and 50,000 Uruk Hai foot soldiers."
Tinaldor thought deeply as he took in the numbers. He couldnt leave Mordor unguarded. And that number would take too long to reach Isengard in time.
"I want 500 trolls, 50,000 of both main orc units, 1,000 elite orcs, all my riders, 20,000 spearmen and archers of my race, all my bodyguard, and 20,000 Uruk hai marching within the hour. That will make our force 161,500. Get to it General! And have the Queen notified!"
The General rushed off to do his bidding. Reibisch started shouting orders to his lieutenants, and all the men in the barracks rushed around preparing. The horns of war sounded, something he loved to hear. However Tinaldor looked around and he could still not see Elraina. Where was the blasted girl?
"Someone fetch me Lominis NOW! And have my attendants fetch my war armour and weaponary as well! "
Him and Elraina would give these new intruders to middle earth a lesson in courtesy, of that he was sure

[Élraina LÓminís]

Élraina nodded to the Orc officer. The look of contempt obvious on his face but she resisted the urge to make some cutting remark that would make his eyes burn with anger. She had been shocked the first time she had encountered that reaction but it seamed she had a skill for it and was beginning to enjoy it even though the she-elf knew she was playing with fire baiting the warrior like that. She had just turned toward the duelling pits when a voice caught her attention... it was not the Orc officer and yet there was no one else close enough, then out of no where a figure approached, she eyed the figure as she listened to the words, but found she was unable to reply or react. It was like her body was being held by large un seen hands.
The figure disappear as soon as it arrived and she felt the pressure leave then as if someone flicked the volume swing shouting and horns had rang out around the training grounds There was a mass movement as all the solders reacted like a well oiled machine, but Élra was lost on where she was meant to be going. Without and definite orders she decided she would head towards the throne room, after all Lord Tinaldor had said if anything kicked off while she was under his instruction, she would be fighting along side him.
Soon she was in the middle of a growing stampede of Dark Elves and orcs that where heading towards the door. Elbows and shoulders were slamming in to her from every direction, but she was holding her own as the group surged forward. Suddenly she felt a hand on her collar and her feet flew from under her; as the forward movement was reversed and she was dragged clear of the soldier. As her feet landed on the floor again, the Dark Lords apprentice swung herself around prepared to take the head off who ever had grabbed her. But coming nose to belly button with a large troll quickly curbed her anger… “ you, Lord Tinaldor is waiting” an Elf, who Élra concluded was an officer due to the fact his uniform was nearly the same as General Reibisch’s, stood next to the Troll pointing back down the field toward a small group of people, in the middle of which she could see the Dark lord giving his orders.
The curvy She-elf set off at a sprint, and quickly closed the meters between where she had been stood and the group of officers that awaited their orders. Just as she approached, she heard Tinaldors yell that he wanted her there now, with only a second’s hesitation so she could pull her mail straight she stepped in front of him and saluted... “ M’lord, iam here” considering all the hurried activity and Frowns in the faces of those close by who had turned to face her there was obviously something happening or about to happen that had ruffled everyone’s feathers,

[Tinaldor]

"We ride to war! A chance to prove yourself to me, eh? Ah!"
A soldier appeared running swiftly carrying his armour, who bowed low to the ground, then gave him the armour.
Placing it on quickly piece by piece, he looked a magnificent figure fully dressed. The black and purple armour inlayed with gold was cruel and barabaric, twisted in every way, similar to his mind. He shouldered his two handed Axe, and loosened his one handed sword in its sheath, with his shield on his left arm.
"Grab a horse, and lets ride. You and I shall front the riders, so we make it in time. Lets go!"
He mounted Nemphalos, and whistled for another horse for Elraina, as his black stallion whinyed with the anticipation.