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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Nov 1, 2006 4:42:58 GMT -5
Hum. Then this is beyond my experience, strategically I mean, but I would love to help you fight this enemy, I have a long-standing grudge against the Ghoulish Terror.
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Post by Tinaldor on Feb 16, 2007 11:07:29 GMT -5
A long time Later
Tinaldor chuckled to himself. Thoughts were beginning to arise in his head. Plans, strategies.... together with His Queen, Melkora, who he had sent a guard to fetch. She must know.. He only hoped that his little protege, Elraina, would return, for he knew she would also be pivotal in success.
If the End were to come..., he would have to deal with these demons first.. then bring it himself. He would have dominion over all this Earth...
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Feb 20, 2007 9:56:57 GMT -5
After a few hours of deliberationI am ready. Targuhl left the hall, left Khazad Dum and rode into Mordor, undetected. Lord Tinaldor. I fear we have been distracted from our most pressing concern. I long for battle, and for blood, not in jest, nor in dual, but for a real battle. Can you give it to me? |
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Post by Tinaldor on Feb 20, 2007 13:18:24 GMT -5
The Dark Lord stood slowly to his feet, becoming a menacing, terrifying figure. His power somehow showed in a strange light, as he circled the Dark elf stood there. His dark cloak trailed behind him, and his every word increased the lust in Targhul's heart for blood, for fear, for suffering, for hate, for no mercy, to main, to kill, and above all... to enjoy it all..
" Yes... I can give it to you... Endless battle.... War.... Death... Power... Fame.... Glory... And skill beyond your wildest reckonings... You will become a warrior of unmatched skill. Men and Elves will hide and shake, at the very mention of your name... If you but swear to serve me, and my queen, with all your strength.... and to obey our every word... To your Death..."
His foosteps came to a halt, as he stood before Targhul. Silence echoed, increasing the haunting presence of Tinaldor. His eyes looked up, deep into Targhul's, his piercing glance cleaving his flesh, down into his very soul.
"Kneel before me... and swear your blood allegiance to me... For I am Tinaldor Neharma, Dark Lord of Mordor, Bringer of Death, Master of the Armies of Middle Earth... All will kneel before me in their time... Whether in Death, or in Life. "
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Post by Targuhl Dawneater on Feb 22, 2007 5:33:29 GMT -5
Targuhl could feel power in the room. Immense, overbearing, oppressive power. He felt that he was being crushed by it. He had always been an outsider, never quite pure, never quite good or light. But Tinaldor was asking of him somethingdifferent, he was asking for evil. Targuhl was almost ready to crumble, but then, "Kneel before me, swear your blood allegiance to me."
No.
Targuhl sensed that Tinaldor felt the change in him, he would never kneel, never bow down. Prince Targuhllowraith Lecroffenest Criptor the Dawneater the Burning Dragon would never bow down.
No.
Targuhl turned and walked, it required every last drop of strength left in him, but he did not trip or stumble, he walked right out of the room, right out of Barad Dur, right out of Mordor, head held high. Then, in the haunted Marshes of Dagorlad, he finally crumbled, exausted, he fell down into the mire at last, drowning but somehow surviving, down down down. he was exhausted right to the point of death, was this the end?
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Post by Tinaldor on Feb 22, 2007 6:51:18 GMT -5
Tinaldor chuckled to himself.
"It has begun."
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Post by Tinaldor on Feb 28, 2007 10:46:06 GMT -5
Tinaldor sent for one of his commanders, a reliable and viciously effective Commander Gazhnik. The Orc wore heavy leather armour from head to foot, and was a very menacing figure, with his many daggers, and his sword, all cruely shaped ran from his shoulder to his waist. He had proven one of his most capable fighters in the past, and a very competent leader, which had caught Tinaldor's eye. This had earned him his promotion to Commander of the Death Quads.
The Death Quads were specifically designed to be assasins against dangerous or highly skilled opponents, and had been used countless times to effectively bring an end to many of the Dark Lords enemies. Each quad contained four highly trained fighters, who were skilled at stealth, and especially at overwhelming targets, and crippling them, so they could be taken down without much loss. One man could easily be slain by the targets first hit, but by then, three would be allready overwhelming him, and he might possibly have the time to take down another, before the other two finished him off. Four was effective and deadly, and rarely, if at all failed him. Only the best heroes could slay all four assasins. Clad all in black, and trained to fit into any background, and to be untrackable, as well as specially trained in the use of daggers, they were for one purpose only. To eliminate. They only returned if the target was dead. If they failed, they were dead. If the Target escaped, they were executed.
Tinaldor stood to his feet as the shady orc entered his room, showing cold empty emotion on his face.
" Find Targhul Dawneater. Eliminate him. You need not ask what will happen if you fail me. Middle Earth would resonate with your screams... Now go."
The Orc bowed low, and quickly retreated from the large study. Tinaldor sat back down in his deep chair, and contemplated what would occur next. Targhul would now know more fear then he had ever experienced before. It was join him, or die.
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