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Avenging_Angel
12/13/2004 6:39 PM

Pale grey light shone down through the clouds that decked the leaden sky. It was the closest thing to sunset left in middle-earth, as Shantegra crawled out of her hiding place warily, keeping an eye out for Uruk-hai patrols. Her long, curly, jet black hair was matted, her grey eyes glinting in the fading light. The part-elf's long-fingered hands agilely gripped the rock face as she slowly climbed up from the hole she'd been hiding in during the day, in the abandoned mine.

Shante pulled herself up onto the top of the rockface as the sun finally sank beneath the horizon. She brushed her grey hands off, stained from a life in the mines, and stared at the last vestiges of sunset. The girl still marveled at the sky and sun, having spent virtually all her life underground before escaping.

The wind picked up slightly, rustling through the tall grass of the realm once known as Rohan. She shivered as it cut through her thin, grey long-sleeved tunic and ragged black pants, her hair dancing wildly in the breeze. The girl slowly crept towards a rock, hiding by it, and stopped for a moment, before creeping again to the next rock, a lone dark shadow in a broken world.

[Edited by Avenging_Angel on Wednesday, December 22, 2004 11:52 AM]

Black_Plague
12/24/2004 1:48 PM

The air shimmered as in a heat haze a good thirty feet away, and two yellow eyes flashed in the empty air. A voice floated on the wind, but it was heard in the mind not the ear.

"I see you little creature. What dark hole did you fall from, or are you like me?"

The haze grew substance and began to take shape of a large brute of a nightwalker. Its steel mask shimmered in the dim light and the glaive on its back seemed to flicker. Each of its long dangling arms ended in a taloned fist holding a blinking dagger that seemed to dissapear when it moved.

"Your running from the mine arent you? What can you tell me about it. How well is it guarded?"

The creature shook its head.

"Forget it. You need food and a bath of some sort. Follow me."

Avenging_Angel
12/24/2004 4:10 PM

OOC:
Black_Plague, please read the OOC&Recr section of the thread before posting. Thank you very much!:)

Dark_Master
12/25/2004 12:55 PM

Isengard...

Realm of Saruman, Master of the Tower of Orthanc. Unbreakable Stone.

Saruman the White, the Wise, the White Hand...... Of Many Colors.....

The waters of the dam had washed away much of that which the Wizard had achieved, the Ents, they paid for their interference by becoming the fuel needed to rekindle the fires and raise Isengard back to its former glory! The White Wizard, the strongest of his kind now left in middle earth, for Gandalf had fallen, a fact that always brought a smile to the ancient wizard's face. " The power of Isengard restored once more. The strength of Saruman and Sauron, virtually uncontested....save for the few that remain to oppose the new Order. ", he stood atop Orthanc, his gaze travelling down over the ground surrounding the tower, grounds were trees and gardens of such beauty and life once stood, rooted deep in the earth. No more. The orcs were working the furences, forging weapons, aiding those recently birthed Uruks from their slimy pits.

Everything was as it should be, so the Lord of Isengard descended once more into his Tower, to pour over the old books and tomes already lying open on the large stone table, in the room just off from his Throne Room. Pages, ancient and yellowed, though still readable, full of strange writings and diagrams, instructions perhaps. The wizard sat and leafed through more of the brittle pages, careful not to damage them, for he needed the power and knowledge in these books, his plans and schemes were ever unfolding but he was wise enough not to disclose anything to anyone, in particular his 'Master', the Dark Lord Sauron.

"In time, he will know, he will have percieved much already, but not all....never all... for there are none that thrawt nor control the Will and Voice of Saruman. I will bring about a old darkness, from the shadows it will come again, reborn and stronger! ", he stopped, there was a ringing in his mind. The Palantir. It called to him.

He rose sharply and headed for the pedestle upon which one of the last and uncounted seeing stones was placed, surrounded by wards and glyhs to ensure it and Saruman's own safety. Placing a hand over the stone, his will was bent towards it, it obeyed the Wizard easily, for it had grown to know the touch and mind of the White. Show me.

And his gaze travelled far from Orthanc...

Namiko
02/17/2005 9:08 AM

The dark mist of the dead plants came towards her.
"Oh, my dear plants, is this why you send me here Galadriel", she yelled to the sky as tears fell down her pale skin. She walked passed the dead of the meadows and found herself in the top of a hill watching the darkness of the skies and the smell of metal this was Rivendell
"They were here, I need to find them", she said to herself. she kept walking pass the clifts and was determined to find any enslaved elf

[Edited by Namiko on Friday, February 18, 2005 6:51 PM]

[Edited by Namiko on Friday, February 18, 2005 7:11 PM]

Flandrake
02/18/2005 9:11 PM

As Saruman's gazed turned away from Orthanc a lone figure road across the East Emnet. He had crossed the river a few nights ago by floating across on a stolen row boat. His horse, bred and trained for special use by the Dunedain and others brave enough to venture out into the world during this dark time, had ventured with him.

Halath had thought to venture through Lorien hoping the east borders still held to the river by alas his hope was destroyed as he saw the banners of his enemies upon the west shore. He hopped that elves still remained, fighting in their great forest home.

Halath rode south seeking Eolain, last lord of the Riddermark. He wanted to know of any new positions Saruman had taken. And anything else Eolain could tell him. Halath had been sent to gain any information he could from the south.

The woods of Fangorn began to come into view and Eolain was glad. The woods had a horrible reputation but the few that were able to boast taking in the sight of Isengard had all claimed Fangorn to be safe, at least for a short stay. He rode up to the edge of the woods and dismounted.

"Well Myran," he said to his horse, "We have reached Fangorn, a questionable safe haven, but it's one of the few left in this world," he walked through the trees Myran trailing behind, led by his reigns.

Arandur
02/18/2005 11:39 PM

…The wound throbbed, an angry never ending wave of pain that seemed to increase with every tortured step as the tall Rohirrim staggered across the last few feet of open ground, his gloved hand pressed tightly to his side and drenched with blood around the dark stub of a Mordor arrow.

The dark grey skies turned to night as he passed through the borders of Fangorn, the ancient boughs of the trees foreboding and twisting, wresting the precious little light from the sky above. Nothing moved here, no bird sung nor rabbit run in this place. To the Rohirrim it reminded him of the barrows where the warriors and kings of old were laid to rest.

He staggered forward, his weight resting heavily upon the twisted trunks of ancient trees, forcing himself to move forward one booted foot after another. In his fevered mind, Eolain the last lord of the Riddermark, wondered if this was where he was to die. He wondered if the orcs would enter the Fangorn, would dare its dark depths as he had.

After another hour of tortured movement, the warrior stumbled and fell heavily on the banks of a small trickling stream, his breathing labored and brow feverish from the wound in his side. He marveled strangely with some detachment at the water as it lapped against his cheek, so cool in comparison to his skin before darkness finally took him and he slept…

Flandrake
02/19/2005 10:31 AM

Halath had been wandering through the thick forest for several hours now. So far he had faced no evil yet he felt something in the forest. It seemed alive and he found his hand constantly going to his sword. Even through this long dark yeas Fangorn had remained as infamous as ever.

As Halath pondered if he would even by able to sleep in such a place he heard the trickling of a stream. He went to his waterskin and began leading his horse towards the sound. As he got closer to the stream he saw something else, a figure on the ground. He quickened his pace and soon was next to the wounded warrior.

Halath knelt down and pulled the man away from the stream. He went to his pack on his horse where some first aid supplies were kept. He cleaned and dressed the wound, diluting the poison that flowed through his veins. Once Halath finished he took the time to examine the man..."Eolain..." Halath said to himself,"What evil has befallen the Riddermark?"

Avenging_Angel
02/19/2005 7:53 PM

Shantegra clung to the rocky ridge. Fangorn forest had grown from a dot until was a dark smear across the horizon.
The half-elf smiled faintly. She was close. Soon, she would be safe. As safe as was possible, anyway.

Almost unwillingly, her gaze drifted to the remains of the once proud citadel of Orthanc. The tower was the only part of Isengard that remained the same as it had hundreds of years before. Around it, an aura of darkness and decay that was almost tangible even from this distance rose up from the dark pits of the mines, gashes in the earth. Dull red light from the forge-fires and the spikey silhouttes of treants added to the hellish atmosphere.

She shuddered: as hard as their lot had been in the mines, everyone dreaded that they would be sent to Isengard. Slaves in Isengard did not live long, between the hard lot in the mines, the random violence of the treants and orcs. Even the aura of evil eventually corrupted the slaves, voices whispering to them of their helpless lot, driving them to kill themselves.
And she had to go past this piece of hell.

The half-elf stared at the citadel a moment longer. A gust of wind blew from the citadel, tossing her tangled black curls in a macabre dance, and the stench of death and decay reached her. Shantegra shivered, and slowly continued her slow pace through the scrub, to Fangorn.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Isengard

The mines were swarming with activity, human slaves swarming for the valuable iron ore. Orc overseers brandished whips, with wargs on chains to keep the more violent slaves under control. A human stumbled, and the overseer cursed.

A man carrying a heavy load of ore dumped it into the metal cart, gritting his teeth to keep from yelling at the sound of the unfortunate slave's anguish.
The wizard once known as Alatar straightened, surveying the mines. The Istari had been hiding in the mines, the perfect hiding place, for almost three years now, careful to change his appearance so no one would notice the unusual longevity of one particular slave.

The blue wizard hated hiding in the mines: not being able to do anything, longing to destroy the vermin, watching helplessly as humans and elves were tormented. He had learned far more then he had ever wanted in the mines. Alatar had been forced to hide when Sauruman had gotten wind that he and his brother yet lived and walked the land, and where better to hide then in plain sight?

It had made perfect sense at the time. At least, it was the best plan he had been able to hastily concoct before he and Pallando had split up. Pallando was to head to Mirkwood, if he could, and try and seek haven there. Alatar hoped his brother was safe.
The blue wizard sighed, and got back in line. Soon, soon, he promised himself. He would leave this hell. Everyday he spent in here strengthened his resolve, that somehow, someday, he would find a way to topple Sauron. Somehow.

Of course, he still had no idea where he would even start. He smiled bitterly to himself, and went back to work.

Namiko
02/20/2005 7:29 PM

She kept walking for 3 days with no clue where she was headed to, she just guided herself by a feeling she had since she put a foot in Rivendell. She knew bit about Isengard and thought that was to be the place where she was to be headed to , she also knew about the existence of dark elves, something she feared since she did not want to kill her own kind. The sky kept turning darker and darker as the days passed and her feet grew weary, she needed to rest but at the moment seemed impossible. She heard a noise on the part lively bushes and drew her bow and arrow ready to shoot. She walked towards the woods and found that it was a hobbit, the poor man looked tired and seemed as if he hadn't had anything to drink or eat for weeks now.

"Who are you?", she asked and put the bow down, "I'm not to harm you at all, I'm a friend"

mrmao
02/20/2005 8:52 PM

Dayen approached Fangorn forest carefully; he was more worried about what was behind him then in front. He was near Isengard, and Isengard was known for its slave mines. Dyaen had made it past the citadel two days ago but he still could be found by a patrol.

The forest looked just as foreboding as the tower behind him. However Dayen would much rather die then be a slave for the rest of his life. The forest was considerably darker then the perpetual dusk outside. However it was still relatively light. He plunged into the forest, hoping to get far into it before night actually fell and patrols increased.

Arandur
02/22/2005 1:28 AM

…Upon hearing the words of the Ranger, the Rohirrim’s eyes opened, his body still felt feverish and devoid of energy. He sucked in a ragged breath of pain as he halfed sat up, fixing his feverish emerald eyes upon Halath’s brown as he grasped his arm, his eyes studying him for a few heartbeats.

“You are far from home Man of the North.” He croaked as he released his grip and dropped back down to the loamy earth. “Though I heartily thank you for your help, you should think of leaving these dark lands for the light of hope has finally sputtered and is spent in the Riddermark.” He finished resignedly before being shaken by a sudden wracking cough.

The silence of the Fangorn seemed to drink in the croaking voice of Eolain, it’s eerie, unnatural dark and twisted boughs played the shadows ominously across the horselord’s face…





[Edited by Arandur on Tuesday, February 22, 2005 1:33 AM]

Namiko
02/22/2005 8:43 AM

Three days passed and the situation did not change, even though she was with merry company she missed home, the stories they told her of middle earth were not true anymore, everything was dead, and she was quiet, not her usual self.

"Dear friend, I must leave you", she said to the hobbit, "Go to the edge port of Rivendell, there is a small boat hidden within the barricades, get out of this place".

She knew after this she only had one more way of transportation. She was ready to continue her journey.She rose up and took her bow and arrow with her leaving the hobbit alone. She kept walking.

Flandrake
02/22/2005 8:11 PM


“Though I heartily thank you for your help, you should think of leaving these dark lands for the light of hope has finally sputtered and is spent in the Riddermark.”


"This is dire news indeed. But I have been sent on a mission to these lands and I intend on completing it. For now you must rest. I have taken care of the would as best I could, you should be able to travel after you sleep," Halath stopped and grabbed his waterskin and filling it with the water from the stream.

"I am interested in all the information you have," Halath raised Eolain's head and aided him in drinking the water. "If you have the strength, tell me of how you coming here wounded as such came to pass. If not then I will take watch while you rest."

Dark_Master
02/27/2005 3:57 AM

Saruman stalked the ground of Isengard, making his rounds to ensure that everything was run as he thought it should be. He could not trust the Orcs with this task, they were far too stupid and incompetent. No, a task such as this must be performed by someone with wisdom and intelligence. Slaves crowded Isengard, carrying wood to the furances, smithing weapons and mining the Caverns deep beneath them..... there were certain stones and gems located within the bedrock, stones which Saruman the White desired greatly.

Grey and blue clouds hung low in the sky, casting a dark and depressing shadow over everything, dampening the spirits of the slaves and eradicating the feeling of hope that many held as a candle in their hearts. A candle whose flame, Saruman, was particularly good at snuffing out.

There was a strange essence in the wind however. It was that which prompted the powerful wizard to leave his Citadel, Orthanc, and traverse amongst the down trodden filth called 'Man', the odd Elf appearing within the throng of bodies. The sense was familiar, almost a memory hundreds of years old, however it was different also, adding to its elusive nature. A strong scent of the Sea reached his nostrils and his eyes widened. The Wise Wizard scanned the mass of individuals, pushing many out of the way with a sweep of his staff. It cannot be, he was gone from these Lands.....indefinate....him and that other blue wretch...never apart....

He could not pinpoint his feelings. Perhaps it was simply his own mind playing tricks on him..... no....Saruman the White was in complete control of his mind and his power, none could play a 'trick' on him. Like the All Seeing Eye, he too had his own far seeing gaze, and with it he locate any sign of treachery. The White Hand was not a force to be trifled with, not with the power he had amassed over the passed two centuries since Sauron regained his former strength and might.

" I will find them all. I will be the only Istari. I will have the Five Rods of the Wizards. Even Sauron will have to repect the threat of such power then..... ", in a cold rage, Saruman whirled around, his robe flaring as he stormed back towards the Tower secreting himself to his studies.

Namiko
02/28/2005 9:24 AM

After long days of walking, Euredessa finally reached Mirkwood. The place looked dead, no sign of life at all, she needed to find the first person in her list, the descendant of Aragorn

SoaringEagle
02/28/2005 2:21 PM

It had been a long time, a long time that he had lived alone in Mirkwood. He sat in his old wooden chair, thinking. His wrinkles showed how long he had been here, caring for nature and the animals. He had been so keen on protecting nature that he had forgotten why he had been sent here. He only came back to his senses when his dear friend, Gandalf, died fighting off Sauron and Sarumon’s forces.

He kept pondering his thoughts as he moved his long grey hair out of his face. Middle Earth was in dire need of assistance. He could not challenge Sarumon, for he was Radagast the Brown, weakest of the five Istari. He had tried already but, with no effect for Sarumon thought he had cut him down. This would aid Radagast for when he strike.

Most of Sarumon’s orcs that he had sent to Mirkwood to kill off any resistance had been dealt with. Radagast had of course given the armor and weapons to the elves and men still lurking in Mirkwood. He was their last line of defense and he would not fail them, not in their time of need. He had heard that one of the Blue Wizards was traveling here to seek haven. Well if one of them did show up Radagast would welcome him with open arms.

His thoughts were disturbed when he felt a being enter Mirkwood. Friend or foe, he wasn’t sure. He shot up quickly, grabbing his staff he left his house and he whistled. A brown horse appeared and he jumped upon the horses back. “Quickly my old friend, Aero, we have an uninvited guest.” The brown horse shot off like lightning, whizzing past trees and other animals alike. Soon he arrived at the edge of the forest, waiting and watching the newcomer.

He moved quickly and quietly till he could clearly see the newcomer. She was an elf, though he could never be sure now a days because Dark elves were tricky folk. “Who are you and why are you here?” He bellowed out and enchanted his voice to make it sound like his voice was coming from every direction. If she was working for the enemy she would be dealt with, quickly and quietly.

Caelin
02/28/2005 2:31 PM

While Halath and Eolain were speaking, a dark figure had crept ever closer, silently as the forest of Fangorn itself and blending in with his surroundings. He had been watching them ever since the first had entered the ancient forest, which the figure had come to see as being his domain. Just as the man aided the other in drinking the water from the steam, the elf had closed the distance and observed them from between the foliage of one of the nearby trees. As Halath had finished his last sentence, the elf spoke in a soft tone. "I urge you both to lower your voices, this forest is more savage these days then it had been in the days of the tree-people." The voice, however melodic and unworldly as it sounded, came at the moment where the silence fell in the conversation of the two men. "What brings thee to Fangorn, Manchild?"

Due to the softness of the voice and the melodic echo that reflected between the trees, the position of the man was hard to determine, but it was evident that this person would be close.

Namiko
02/28/2005 3:27 PM

She walked up a hill as he heard an elderly voive, she looked up and easy recognized the man was a wizard.

"Believe me I'm no foe, even though I did not know any positive life still lived here. Let me introduce myself, my name is Lady Euredessa, grand niece of Galadriel", she looked at the old man and felt relief, someone who she could discuss the situation of the orcs and could aide.

Flandrake
02/28/2005 4:38 PM


"I urge you both to lower your voices, this forest is more savage these days then it had been in the days of the tree-people." The voice, however melodic and unworldly as it sounded, came at the moment where the silence fell in the conversation of the two men. "What brings thee to Fangorn, Manchild?"


Halath spun around drawing his sword from its scabbard. The trees around him moved slightly feeling the cutting of air around them. Halath glanced from side to side. The shadows were to dark for him to see where the figure was, "I come from Mirkwood, one of last strongholds against Sauron's terror. This man is a Rider of the Rohirrim. Orcs fear Fangorn, therefore it may be a safe haven for us...Please show yourself so I may be sure no ill will come on to me or my friend."

Caelin
03/01/2005 2:24 PM

Anthatal slowly slid down the tree he had been observing the two from and motioned towards the sword in Halath's hands, as he stepped towards them. The elf, clad in the dark elven armor he had been using for years, stood in full view and looked straight at them. "I think you had better put that sharp object away, the trees do not like them much and they are in no mood for being nervous, the times such as they are, sylvan cousin." He spoke audibly and in the elven tongue of old, yet his voice carried a sharp undertone.

"Orcs, being the despicable creatures they are and following the even more loathing excuse for an istari, have cut away trees from the edge of the wood for years, to fuel the fires of Isengard. Needless to say that the trees hate everything sporting a sharp edge."

The elf motioned to the rohirrim and asked a simple question in the common tongue. "Is he strong enough to be moved? For if he is, then I suggest going to my little hideaway. We'll be somewhat safer and warmer there." Anthatal seemed to have partially lost his skills in what they used to call polite conversation, his choice of words direct and without any form of diplomacy.

SoaringEagle
03/02/2005 4:42 PM

Radagast walked out to meet her. Though before he reached her, he made a quick movement with his staff and she froze. "I am sorry for doing this Lady Euredessa but, in these difficult times I must be careful." He walked up to her and he gazed into her eyes.

After a few moments he stopped and turned around. "Well, it seems you are telling the truth. If you would kindly follow me Lady Euredessa, I will take you back to my house." He then made a move of his staff and she unfroze. Radagast then waited for her to follow.

Namiko
03/02/2005 4:59 PM

She followed the old man even though she felt a bit hesitant since he did tried to attack her, no one had ever doubted her but in the situation middle earth was, who could have blamed him. As she walked she saw Mirkwood, mostly ruins now.

"So this is what happenned here", she said to the old man

Flandrake
03/02/2005 5:31 PM


"Orcs, being the despicable creatures they are and following the even more loathing excuse for an istari, have cut away trees from the edge of the wood for years, to fuel the fires of Isengard. Needless to say that the trees hate everything sporting a sharp edge."


Halath sheathed his sword, "I am Halath of the Dúnedain. This is Eolain of the Mark. And who would you be stranger?"



"Is he strong enough to be moved? For if he is, then I suggest going to my little hideaway. We'll be somewhat safer and warmer there."


Halath turned and waited for Eolain to respond.

Flandrake
03/02/2005 5:46 PM


Saruman whirled around, his robe flaring as he stormed back towards the Tower secreting himself to his studies.


As Saurman came closer to the stairs of Isengard, a leader of Dunland came into his view.

Maxus scanned through the crowd of slave workers looking for the robed figure with his staff. He came to tell him that Eolain's force had been defeated and any horsemen that escaped were being hunted down. Eolain had long been a thorn in the side of Saruman and Sauron. Finally he had met his end, or so Maxus thought.

mrmao
03/03/2005 8:02 AM

As Dayen stalked through the edge of the forest he heard conversation. It didn’t sound like orcs, but it still could be dark elves. Dayen decided to investigate. As he got closer he saw a wounded human, and two elves. One was in the armor of a dark elf. Normally he would have left there. However they weren’t torturing the human. They actually seemed to be concerned for him.

He did something he would not normally do then, he steeped out into the clearing.

Dark_Master
03/03/2005 9:03 AM

The man came into sight of Saruman, whose frown eased slightly, and a small smile played on his lips. He redirected himself from his original path, and headed towards Maxus. The Wizard stood tall and straight, an impressive height, one many were intimidated by, but Saruman suspected not this one, whom himself could stand so confidently amongst the horrors and sights of Isengard.

" Well? ", his voice was as deep as the bluest oceans, and just as powerful. The Voice of Saruman was infamous throughout Middle Earth, and it was the most useful tool available to the Wizard. " What have you to report? "

Caelin
03/03/2005 11:50 AM

"Mae govannen, Halath." the elf made a short bow and approached the two, then extended his hand to the dunedain. "I am Anthatal, former galadhrim, now left to my own devices. I welcome you to what I have called home for the last decades."

The elf turned his head towards Eolain and he studied the wounds on the man. "Best if we carried him, I think. He looks like he lost a lot of blood, yet not enough to slow his healing, which is a good sign. There are herbs in my cavern to treat him with."

Flandrake
03/03/2005 9:32 PM


" Well? ", his voice was as deep as the bluest oceans, and just as powerful. The Voice of Saruman was infamous throughout Middle Earth, and it was the most useful tool available to the Wizard. " What have you to report? "


"Greetings Lord Saruman," Maxus bowed, "I bring good news from the east. The last of the riders of Rohan have been defeated and scattered. Their leader himself was pierced by one of our poisoned arrows. The people of Rohan will no longer be a problem," Maxus smiled upon delivering news of their victory to Saruman. The mounted warriors had been a challenge to find and defeat in battle because of their mobility.

Pillage
03/05/2005 9:28 PM

(OOC: Talk about late! Don't mind me jumpin' in).

The air carried on it an uncomfortable sense of hope. It seemed his Moriquendi comrades felt it too. They apprehensively travelled behind him, eager for war. How much longer until this promise of conflict was acted on?
Elendil, the Dark Elf turncoat, observed his small but deadly ranks. Their determination showed- along with the morale boost it brought.
"Do you feel that?," he spoke, his voice carried deeply along the expectant air. "They prepare for a war. Soon, Brothers. Our days of bloodshed will come again." They smirked; laughed and grunted their approval at his words. How he'd missed it. Weeks without a conflict, forced to feed an army on what lay around them. Now it appeared sacking and killing were to comprise their daily lives. He continued along this odd wind's direction, a particularly strong revival felt in a place he's always suspected.
Mirkwood.

EDIT: I haven't killed the thread, have I? If so, just ignore me.

[Edited by Pillage on Monday, March 7, 2005 3:29 PM]

Tiki-Shaman
03/07/2005 4:40 PM

Khahod heard a voices, he took out his bow and went toward them. Khahod was a dwarf, but he used a short bow for a weapon, he was teased by all the members of his clan for using such a "childish weapon". But they were all gone now, his whole clan had been slain by urks from Mordor. Khahod took his mind off the awful memory, ''better put the past behind me for now" he said to himself. He closed in on the voices, and peered through the trees to find an elf talking to two men, but one seemed to be hurt for he was lying on the ground. Khahod decided that these people were safe enough to talk to, so he walked out of the trees and introduced himself, " I am Khahod, the Dwarven Archer."

Flandrake
03/07/2005 7:57 PM

OOC: (I will delete this when the matters have been addressed). Pillage, you haven't killed the thread I believe Arandur is busy with something so I think Caelin and I should just say Eolain fainted and we take him back to Anthatal place. Tiki-Shaman please post a character bio in the OOC part of the thread first. Let's not let the first thread on the middle-earth page die!

Pillage
03/10/2005 5:25 PM

The Elven city lay before them, striking a nostalgic tinge in Elendil. He gave the signal for his forces to hide and donned a High Elven disguise, the grim reminder of former days. He approached the gates alone. Interestingly enough, they let him through.
Elendil surveyed the post-war city, almost disappointed by its thriving culture. The Dark-elf continued through Mirkwood, looking for a source of unwary Intelligence on their resources.

Namiko
03/11/2005 7:53 AM

Euredessa felt something as she walked throughout the city, she felt an elven presence coming, was it enemy or friend. SHe kept following the wizard, the city walls were destroyed, there were dead bodies lying around. Seen this overwhelmed her and gave her more spirit to fight.

Pillage
03/12/2005 12:22 AM

Keeping his head down, the hooded Elf approached this acknowledging sense. Maybe she didn't yet know his motive.
"You seen intrigued by me," he broke the ice, his head subtly moving to meet her gaze. His eyes, disguised as only a shapeshifter can do, the only revealed feature. His High-Elven appearance was nonetheless clear. "My name is Thinhuan. How much, I was wondering, do you know about this city?"

Namiko
03/13/2005 6:37 AM

((sorry, half asleep when posted)))


She saw the elf, he seemed at first sight good but she did not know who to trust except for the wizards Galladriel had told her.

"My name is Erudessa", she stated to the elf, "I know little about this location"

Pillage
03/14/2005 6:18 PM

Unseen behind his garments, Elendil smiled. There was something about her postutre that reminded him of a harmless little girl. Yet she'd evidently weathered years of torment, which must've hardened her mind. He cautiously kept a gentle voice, hand poised stealthily over his knife.
"Erudessa. I've always liked that name. If I'm correct, the town centre is ahead of me. So there should be food stores nearby." Maybe there wouldn't be any need for a conflict. He still kept his knife-hand ready.

Namiko
03/15/2005 4:43 PM

"The less blood spilled the better", she told him, "Would you be polite enough to introduce yourself now", she walked up to him seen his knife. "I'm not gonna attack you"

sillysica
03/15/2005 4:59 PM

ooc: * am I allowed to jump in or should I find a different room?*

Pillage
03/16/2005 8:14 PM

He smiled, hand moving away from his sheath.
"Accept my apologies. You'll understand if I'm a bit suspicious- this is one of the last strongholds, so I hear. You could be one of those shifty Dark-Elves." He paused before continuing.
"My name is actually Elendil." The Elf removed his hood while speaking, revealing an unmistakable High-Elven appearance. "It's a great relief to see such a prosperous city, after wandering the marshes. This place reminds me of better times." He treaded calmly toward the town centre. Before passing out of her sight, he turned in the girl's direction.
"Thank you. It was a pleasure, Erudessa."

Namiko
03/17/2005 9:08 AM

She glazed at him as he walked away, first elf she had seen in a while. She had heard the name somehow but didn't quite know where. She walked to the center of the town and sat down to rest for a second

Caelin
03/17/2005 1:20 PM


ooc: * am I allowed to jump in or should I find a different room?*



Sillysica, there is an OOC thread for questions like these, I suggest you use it.

This thread is for "in character" posts only.


Sorry for the disturbance folks, carry on. :)

Pillage
03/17/2005 6:49 PM

As suspected, close to the town centre lay a store of Elven bread. Met by the towering supply, Elendil stepped further into the dark structure. A light rustling sounded behind him. Undetected, they'd arrived.
"Take as much as you can carry," Elendil quietly offered. "These stores have enough to feed us all." The Dark Elves emerged from the shadows, silently draining the wooden storehouse. The Commander watched blissfully. He stuffed his own clothes with the bread. Mirkwood's largest supply of food now faltered, yet they did nothing about it. Though too much would slow the soldiers.
"That's enough," he whispered, unconsciously in the way an unruly child was dealt with. "It should last you until Rohan."
The army reluctantly complied. Half the stores were now diminished. This would put Mirkwood in quite a state of panic.
"Sneak out the way you came in. Not a single creature should know that you were ever here." They disappeared back into the shadows. Again disguised, Elendil stepped out of the stores, met by an oblivious city. He gave Erudessa an acknowledging nod and headed for the gates.

Namiko
03/19/2005 6:15 AM

As she saw Elendil she knew something was wrong, she felt darkness upon the town once again and as they left she stoo up and walked into the store. She saw the place as if a little storm had passed and taken most of the food supply there.

"He is one of them", she whispered as she thought of the impossible task it was gonna be killing one of her kind, mostly when he had given her quite a first impression.

Flandrake
03/19/2005 11:02 PM

OOC: I'm sorry Arandur but this needs to be done for now.

Eolain raised up to speak but he soon fell back his eyes shut. "Well it looks like we'll need to carry him to your cave." Halath went over and grabbed the shoulders," The feet if you will."

Pillage
03/20/2005 8:06 PM

Proudly, the Dark-Elf looked up at the gates. If he wasn't stopped now, this would be his finest work yet. Half of his men, distantly, filed out of the city. Let out, as if it were normal. Elendil stepped out and approached them. When the other half emerged, they could congratulate themselves on a job well done and continue on their path.

Namiko
03/21/2005 6:16 AM

A shower of arrows landed on the orcs as they were directed to Elendil. Erudessa understood that she was putting people in danger by shooting her arrows but she had to stop him no matter what.

Caelin
03/21/2005 2:21 PM

Anthatal grinned at Halath and nodded, as he walked over to grab the lightest part of the man. With a swift move, he took hold of the legs, locking his arms around them. "I'll assume that I will lead the way." He stated with a snicker, then he began to walk, leading the way to his hideout. They walked for about an hour, until they came upon a rockformation, that was covered in overgrowth. calmly the elf laid Eolain's feet on the ground, then marched straight for an opening that he only knew. Moving the vines and brushes aside, while linking them to some sort of hold, he walked back and picked up the legs of the rohirrim again and headed for the now visible opening.

The entrance barely allowed them to move inside this way, but once inside the elf laid down Eolain and pulled a rope, then darkness fell inside the cave. Within seconds however, a light sparked and Anthatal started a small fire, with the use of dry twigs and gathered wood he had stocked inside.

Then he turned to Halath. "Make yourself comfortable, not many people know these small caves and in the last century I have not even seem a single soul march into these woods. Not counting those wretched greenskinned thugs they call Yrch in my tongue."

Pillage
03/21/2005 8:22 PM

"Archers!"
His return fire command rang clear, officially turning this stealthy heist into a raid. The resounding arrow barrage approached Erudessa. The deep sound of cloaks being cast aside filled the air, now tainted by cries of panic and bloody revenge. Elendil's swordsmen turned, calmly stepping backward toward the gates. The stronghold's portal stayed open, the two men operating it hunched dead over Mirkwood's walls. Almost silently, the last few infantry sprinted from the gates. All his Elves outside the city, Elendil helped the retreating archers pepper Mirkwood's responding army. They headed for the outlying land, slowly tailed by a small, armour-laden force of Middle-Earth's free peoples. The army stopped suddenly. They stared out into an empty marsh, save the few they'd managed to kill.
The Dark-Elves lay quiet under the enemy's feet. If their commander was with them, the Men had to strike. Cautiously, Elendil turned and crawled away from them. His men gradually followed.

Namiko
03/22/2005 8:36 AM

She had rapidly escaped before the arrows hit her but one. She was wounded on her left foot causing her to withdraw, which was not usual behavior from a descendant of Galadriel. She knew she had to find the last fellowship members so they could gather up forces and attack once and destroy Sauronman

Dark_Master
03/26/2005 4:35 AM

Saruman allowed a smile to play on his lips, cruel and unsual for his usally emotionless face. But this news concerning Rohan was indeed something to smile about. Those horse riding peasents had plagued the White Hand for far too long as far as Saruman was concerned, and to se them eventually wiped from existence was too good to be true. " Excellent, you may go. ", his deep and dark voice held that hint of glee, his eyes sparkling with vibrance and malicous enjoyment.

" No...wait... "

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over the vast numbers of slaves and labourers. " I have another task for you, Maxus. One which I will reward you for greatly if you are successful. ", the Wizard drew closer to the Man, his eyes slipping passed him as he whispered his words....words which hardly seemed to leave the wizards mouth, yet sprang into the humans head.

There is a Wizard amonst those slaves assembled in Isengard....I am sure of this. I have felt a presence, one which I have not felt in many, many years. Weed him out, join the fray and find this accursed thing before he puts any plans into motion. Look for any with a staff... a rod of some description. Do not confront him though, you have no power to stop or kill him. Leave that act to me......

The voice left Maxus' head, his mind suddenly returning to its previous unclouded state. " You have your orders, now go. "

Flandrake
03/26/2005 11:55 AM


"Make yourself comfortable, not many people know these small caves and in the last century I have not even seem a single soul march into these woods. Not counting those wretched greenskinned thugs they call Yrch in my tongue."


"It's good to know there are still friendly people throughout the land fighting against the darkness," Halath went and sat on a flatened rock. "This will be a good place for Eolain to regan his strength. So, please, Anthatal, tell me more of yourself if you wouldn't mind it."

Flandrake
03/26/2005 12:00 PM


There is a Wizard amonst those slaves assembled in Isengard....I am sure of this. I have felt a presence, one which I have not felt in many, many years. Weed him out, join the fray and find this accursed thing before he puts any plans into motion. Look for any with a staff... a rod of some description. Do not confront him though, you have no power to stop or kill him. Leave that act to me......

The voice left Maxus' head, his mind suddenly returning to its previous unclouded state. " You have your orders, now go. "


Maxus was about to say something of a reward for killing the horsemen but thought better of it. He had heard of those who questioned Saruman's will before, and it did not end well for them.

"As you wish," Maxus bowed his head and went off to speak with the uruk-hai captains. Within the hour Maxus had found himself diasarmed and working among the slaves. It was only a matter of time before the wizard would show himself.

Caelin
03/26/2005 3:32 PM

The elf tilted his head slightly and seemed to ponder for a bit, his eyes sparkling brightly in the light of the fire as he did so. The shadows within the cave gave him a bit of a sinister look, before he threw another log on to the fire and sat down. Apparantly, he had made some sort of decision, which was to trust the stranger with some of his past. Calmly he began to talk.

"After the battle of pelennor fields, where we got decimated as soon as the witchking slew Eowyn and that silly hobbit, I found myself isolated for the rest of the elves and being stalked on by two of my darker brethren. Killing the first with a well aimed arrow, but leaving me no time to repeat this with the second, I drew my sword and engaged him in man to man combat. Around us, most of the world looked to have gone mad. People being massacred and orcs tearing into flesh as if it were a delicacy. Somehow I managed to kill the elf and took his armor and put this on over the one I already had, shielded from sight by the carcass of an oliphaunt. That was two centuries ago and it took me 50 years to make my way here, having to keep appearances in the midst of the dark one's army. The night I had the chance to get away from it, I entered the heart of these ancient woods. Occasionally an orc or dark elf stumbled into these parts, meeting his demise by either my hand, or by that of the trees itself. I gathered their belongings in the small cave in the back of this one."

He paused for a moment, having some trouble to recount his tale, though at times he was speaking more easily, while he told of the victims he had made. There was a dark side to this elf, which had grown over the years. "The slaves that escape from the evil place of Isengard and find their way here, I welcomed in and brought back to good health, I have given arms and armor, before they headed out of here again. This is what I have been doing here for over a century. Thus far I received word from one that had made it as far as the grey havens, with the provided equipment to disguise him. That was a human from gondor, that I gave the equipment of the haradhrim."

Silently he looked at Halath and posed a question of his own. "And you, tell me a little about your life."

Flandrake
03/26/2005 10:49 PM


Silently he looked at Halath and posed a question of his own. "And you, tell me a little about your life."


Halath was impressed by the elf, clearly he was never one to give up. He had found a good ally here, this day.

"I am of the Dúnedain. After the fall of South those of my order who rode with King Elessar fought their way back to the North. The leaders quickly gathered their forces and went to the aid of King Elessar along with the elves. But it was in vain. As you well know, in the end Gondor fell and all was thought to be lost. All forces retreated back. Many Dúnedain stayed in Mirkwood aiding in whatever way they could. I was born and raised there for most of my life. It’s sad; many are born into this world of darkness that will never see light. But that is why people like you and I keep fighting…so one day that light may return."

Halath then recounted his mission, "I was sent here to discover what I could about Saruman and do whatever damage I could. After Eolain regans his strength I suspect he will want to join me. Another skilled warrior by my side would be welcomed."

Namiko
04/01/2005 9:25 PM

Erudessa began to heal quickly, things were not as she expected, she could not trust her kind, she could not trust anyone. She knew she had to find someone, hoping they were still alive. Erudessa headed to Isengard, she was afraid but still determined to find them and kill Saruman.

Pillage
04/02/2005 6:37 PM

A bare, devastated shell of a kingdom stared back at the tired Elves. Maybe it was better that they rest. Elendil turned to his Lieutenants.
"I felt the good torn from this place, but didn't expect it to be ravaged. Take what you can find, we'll sleep in the city tonight."
The army trudged slowly through what remained of the city gates, aided by a gaping hole torn from the walls. Elites scrambled to collect resources, slowed partly by fatigue. The remainder surveyed crumbled structures for a place to rest.
With this matter seen to, tomorrow they'd leave for Isengard.

Flandrake
04/02/2005 8:02 PM

Unseen to the dark elves several cloaked figures moved through the woods. The gates may have been broken but the Dunedain and elves were natural woodsmen ready for this type of things. Silently the troops moved into position with a sudden horn call arrows rained through the sky onto Elendil's force that had feel for the fake retreat.

As the bow strings rang the footfalls of a swift horse moved through the land Kalrendyr rode his trusted friend Halonis to the North. The Lonely Mountain would bring much need renforcements. Faster my friend, we must move faster.

His brother Kelendus went seeking Radagast the Brown and his guard in hopes of bringing much needed aid from one of their greatest allies.

Kelendus weaved his way through the dark forests of Mirkwood seeking the wizard that had been a main force in the resistance of Sauron. Kelendus pushed himself harder, his lungs burned, and yet still harder he pushed. Then he heard a voice, "What brings you through the forest in such a hurry," a human said up ahead of Kelendus.

"Our main camp has been attacked, I came to get Radagast and the men here. There is no time to lose."

The man's face went sober, "I will ready the men and move there at once. Get to Radagast!" The two split and sprinted to their destinations.

After several minutes of running Kelendus came upon Radagast the Brown. "Radagast! The main camp and store houses are under attack. For now we can hold our own but the enemy will surely bring renforcements!"

OOC: Thought someone should play the side of the defenders. Also, Pillage if you want I can play a commander from Dol Guldur. Also, would anyone have any problems with me playing Eolain considering Arandur has left. I feel it's a good character and would provide a great story hook for Caelin and I.

Pillage
04/06/2005 10:27 PM


Also, Pillage if you want I can play a commander from Dol Guldur.

(OOC: Sounds good to me.)


The shrill muffle of arrows tore through the air almost silently. Elendil's eyes sprang open. Though most didn't hear it, the destroyed Rohan would soon be a battlefield again.
The arrows hit. Frantic cries complimented the smell of panic. Elendil grabbed his sword and rushed out armourless. File after file of enemies poised before their former walls.
The Men had returned.
His archers needed no command. They scrambled to the high ground and hailed a barrage toward the enemy. Infantry still ran about, gathering armour and weapons, neurotically peering around for enemies. The Lieutenants hoarsely shouted commands in a hopeless effort to calm them. Elendil hurriedly thought of a way to go about resolving this mess.
"Saruman!" His voice echoed over the pandemonium. "I know you're watching this. Tell the Uruk-Hai to hurry!"
His head snapped around to watch another approaching shower. He slashed at the air. Remnants of split arrows dropped around his feet. The Dark-Elves beginning to settle, Elendil calmly approached the walls. Still with only silk garments and his sword.

[Edited by Pillage on Wednesday, April 6, 2005 11:53 PM]

Flandrake
04/07/2005 12:04 AM

OOC:

Rohan would soon be a battlefield again


We're still in Mirkwood Pillage. This is right after the attack on the camp. Your troops haven't slept or anything. They're still fully armed and just got orders to make camp. Sorry I didn't make that clear.

IC: Germakus shouted at his orc underlings getting them to move faster. The elves of Mirkwood would surely fall this time. Germakus had spent most of his life fighting against the elves of Mirkwood. He had been stationed at the Tower of Sorcery, Dol Guldur in Mirkwood's southern forests. "Get a move on, we need to reach Mirkwood while it's still night!" Germakus kicked a few dragging orcs then ran back up to the front. He was glad another battle was coming. He smiled and evil smile of lust for blood and slaughter.

OOC: He'll come after Radagast probably.

SoaringEagle
04/07/2005 2:33 PM

“What?” Was all that Radagast the Brown could say. He had followed Erudessa and Elendil back to Mirkwood without them noticing. He couldn’t believe that the enemy had snuck in. He closed his eyes for a few moments. “The eagles have been warned and will come to our aid.” He said as he opened his eyes and began to run to the main camp.

They arrived shortly afterward with a little help of Radagasts’ magic. When they got there, he took everything in with a sweep of his eyes. He made a sweeping motion with his rod and the archers were swept away into the wind. They flew upwards before falling to their doom. A few of the infantry charged him. He motioned his rod upwards and roots from the ground grabbed the men and sucked them into the ground as they screamed for their lives.

He then unsheathed his sword and charged into battle.

Avenging_Angel
04/11/2005 5:19 PM

Alatar:

The blue wizard had been hauling a load aboveground when he spotted Maxus heading into the tower. Alatar recognized the captain from many years before, and he knew that his meeting with Sauruman had something to do with the Rohirrim, which Maxus and his people hated. Alatar had little experience with the Rohirrim, but what little he had had shown them a good people, and he was keenly interested in what had Maxus so excited that Sauruman would grant him private audience.


Alatar hacked away at a patch of ore in the section of the mine nearest the tower, weaving a tiny, simple spell to bring their words to his ears.......




" Excellent, you may go. ", his deep and dark voice held that hint of glee, his eyes sparkling with vibrance and malicous enjoyment.

" No...wait... "

He paused for a moment, his eyes scanning over the vast numbers of slaves and labourers. " I have another task for you, Maxus. One which I will reward you for greatly if you are successful. ", the Wizard drew closer to the Man, his eyes slipping passed him as he whispered his words....words which hardly seemed to leave the wizards mouth, yet sprang into the humans head.


Alatar narrowed his eyes. Was Sauruman....mindspeaking? Had the white grown so powerful to do that so casually? He altered the spell slightly, and froze, the words he heard freezing him to the marrow....



....Wizard amonst those slaves assembled in Isengard....I am sure of this. I have felt a presence, one which I have not felt in many, many years. Weed him out, join the fray and find this accursed thing before he puts any plans into motion. Look for any with a staff... a rod of some description. Do not confront him though, you have no power to stop or kill him. Leave that act to me......



The wizard hastily quashed the spell, erasing the magic aura it would have normally left, and sat down for a moment. So. After three years in hell, he had finally been found. Well. He'd be harder to find then Sauruman appeared to assume. Alatar grinned viciously, blue eyes that seemed to constantly change shades darkening to a stormy blue-black.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Shantegra:

The half-elf stared into the waters of the Entwash, the iron-gray waters reflecting her blurry silhouette. A branch rustled behind her, and she whirled around, as a squirrel chattered at her. Shantegra relaxed slightly. She had never been in any place like this forest, let alone any forest. It was so quiet. All her life, she had been surrounded by noise, the dull mutter of slaves, harsh shouts of Uruk-hai overseers, growling wargs, and the roar of forge-fires.

In Fangorn, is was silent save for rustling leaves and the occasional wildlife. Not to mention the strange feeling of.....age. That was the only word Shantegra could find for it: the forest felt old. Crossing from the scrubby plains into the dark forest was like crossing into another world.

A slight sound echoed in the forest and she stiffened. That was a noise she recognized-voices!
She pressed to the ground, creeping away from the water. A life in the mines had made her wiry and agile, and she was very, very quiet. She followed the sound, faint, but there.

Shantegra paused by a huge tree, her grey eyes darting into the shadows, inherent elven vision made keener by generations of dark mines. Had she imagined it-but no!There it was!
Cautiously, she slithered forward. A rockface? How could there be people in a rockface? She cocked her head, and crept towards what looked like a dead end, hidden by a tree, and grinned.
"Gotcha." she whispered under her breath. No one with duller senses then an elf could have found it. She crawled near. The cave was dark, and all her eyes could make out were two dark silhouettes, another laying as if unconscious. She couldn't tell if they were orcs, though she didn't think so. Uruks, goblins, uruk-hai, whichever, all orcs stank very distinctively.

She crept forward a little more, and a rock, knocked by her foot, clattered loudly. She froze. Damn!!! They definitely would have heard THAT! She slithered swiftly back into the trees, wedging herself under a fallen log, her dark clothing blending with the shadows as she peered out.
Maybe she should show herself....if they were friends....maybe they could leave, go to Mirkwood, or somewhere. Two heads were better then one, as the elders said.
Of course, she added darkly, a treant can eat you just as well with either.
Optimism was not Shantegra's strong suit.

[Edited by Avenging_Angel on Monday, April 11, 2005 5:22 PM]

Flandrake
04/11/2005 7:15 PM


She crept forward a little more, and a rock, knocked by her foot, clattered loudly. She froze. Damn!!!


Halath rose immdently drawing his sword. He slowly moved to the entrance ready for something to jump out at any moment. He came out of the cave and spoke, "Show yourself, but be warned if you are of Sauron's army then your life ends now!"

Avenging_Angel
04/12/2005 3:09 PM

(OOC: Sorry, my mistake, I assumed they were inside.)



Halath rose immdently drawing his sword. He slowly moved to the entrance ready for something to jump out at any moment. He came out of the cave and spoke, "Show yourself, but be warned if you are of Sauron's army then your life ends now!"


Shantegra stared. She'd never seen anyone, human or elf, who had lived outside of the mines.

"Who are you?" she called, careful to keep it short and reduce the risk of being located. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, she rarely spoke at all.

Flandrake
04/12/2005 7:12 PM


"Who are you?" she called, careful to keep it short and reduce the risk of being located. Her voice sounded strange to her own ears, she rarely spoke at all.


Halath turned to where he heard the voice. "I come from Mirkwood...now show yourself!"

Pillage
04/13/2005 1:11 AM

OOC: Heh, I actually travelled to Rohan in a seperate post, but we'll say I'm still in the intact Mirkwood.


Both enemies enclosed Elendil. His eyes darted around for any weak point worth exploiting, his men panicking again. With a nod, the Lieutanants ordered his army to charge Dol Guldor. They each drew an Elven potion. The wall seperating them crumbled with a well-timed launch of the bottles.
Elendil turned, the Lieutenants giving one last savage cry. Radagast the Brown had arrived. The Dark-Elf readied his blade.
"You were a fool to face us alone. Remember that when I slice your belly open."

Avenging_Angel
04/13/2005 10:43 AM


Halath turned to where he heard the voice. "I come from Mirkwood...now show yourself!"


Mirkwood?
Everyone in the mines knew Mirkwood, one of the last free bastions in middle-earth. If he came from Mirkwood.....
Slowly, Shantegra slipped backwards, edging out from under the log, away from him, and hopped on top of the log, barely visible in the dim light. She stared at him.

"I'm Shantegra. Who are you?"

Flandrake
04/13/2005 7:05 PM


"I'm Shantegra. Who are you?"


"You must give me more than a name to have me lower my sword," Halath responded.

Flandrake
04/13/2005 7:12 PM

OOC:

OOC: Heh, I actually travelled to Rohan in a seperate post, but we'll say I'm still in the intact Mirkwood.


You never said that unless you were talking about that "shell of a kingdom." You never mentioned Rohan or which city you were going to or where you were. I thought you meant the elven camp in Mirkwood. Also I must say you provided an extremely one sided fight in Mirkwood. Also, why is your character named after a numenor king of Gondor?

IC: Kelendus drew his sword and charged along with the other warriors who came with Radagast. Then, the archers from the surrounding woods came out moving around to cut off the retreat of the army. There would be no mercy for the servants of the dark lord.

The battle was now in full swing, the camp defenders and the forces of Radagast verse the dark elf and his evil minions.

Avenging_Angel
04/13/2005 7:32 PM


"You must give me more than a name to have me lower my sword," Halath responded.


Shantegra's grey eyes narrowed. Had she been mistaken? Was this a Dark Elf, one of Sauron's traitor Goriquendi*??

"Are all of Eru Illuvatar's firstborn so rude to their kin? Have the Quendi forgotten their pride?"

((*Goriquendi: a name I made for the Dark Elves of sauron, taken from the elvish word Gor, which means horror/dread, and quendi, the appelation that means elves, basically. It's a more insulting name, unlike their true name, Duredhel (literally, dark-elf))

Flandrake
04/13/2005 7:33 PM

The sounds of battle could soon be heard by Germakus and the other uruks from Dol Guldur. This renewed their vigor and they quickened their pace. Germakus could then see the make shift walls of the camp the battle was occuring in. He spotted two wholes, one where the main gate used to be. He ordered is crossbow men to the front wanting to give the defenders of Mirkwood a volley before charging in.

Once they became close enough to close the distance in a quick charge Germakus ordered the volley to be fired. Crossbow bolts pelted the backs of the defenders of Mirkwood. Germakus cahrged drawing his sword and a dagger. He flung the dagger at one defender, killing him. He then came across with a horizontal slash taking down another.

The camp defenders were now caught in a pincer attack but at least the flow of Germakus was controlled by the limited size of the holes. With the renforcements of Radagast they still had a chance.

Flandrake
04/13/2005 7:40 PM


Shantegra's grey eyes narrowed. Had she been mistaken? Was this a Dark Elf, one of Sauron's traitor Goriquendi*??

"Are all of Eru Illuvatar's firstborn so rude to their kin? Have the Quendi forgotten their pride?"


"I am no elf," Halath quickly responded lifting some hair so one rounded ear could be seen by Shategra. "I am of the dunedain," he said evenly keeping his sword raised.

Avenging_Angel
04/14/2005 8:52 AM


"I am no elf," Halath quickly responded lifting some hair so one rounded ear could be seen by Shategra. "I am of the dunedain," he said evenly keeping his sword raised.



Shantegra flushed, hidden in the darkness. How foolish she had been! Assuming that the first person she met would be one of her long-lost people!
She slipped off the log, now visible in the dim light.

"My apologies, man of the north. I assumed that an elf alone would live alone in a forest such as this."

Caelin
04/14/2005 10:35 AM

"And an elf alone IS living in a forest such as this." Anthatal spoke as he emerged from the cave. "Quel re, Shategra." He spoke as he motioned to Halath to lower his blade. Calmly he strode forwards and looked her over. "You're an elf and by the looks of it the mines of Isengard have been your 'home' for far too long. Why don't you come inside and speak with us for a moment, so you can eat a little and I can provide you with some equipment, provided your story is truthful."

His eyes rested upon her and during his last words they sparkled slightly.

Avenging_Angel
04/14/2005 11:35 AM

((OOC: Caelin! You're alive! ;)))


"And an elf alone IS living in a forest such as this." Anthatal spoke as he emerged from the cave. "Quel re, Shategra."


Shantegra blinked. A true Quendi, not a half-breed like her.....what was he doing in the middle of Fangorn forest with two humans?


"You're an elf and by the looks of it the mines of Isengard have been your 'home' for far too long. Why don't you come inside and speak with us for a moment, so you can eat a little and I can provide you with some equipment, provided your story is truthful."


Shantegra warily came forward a bit. Every tale of the elders told her that the Edhel were to be trusted, but every instinct learned in her life screamed to run.

"I am of the Quendi, true, but also of the Atani. Little difference remains between Eru's children in these dark days. What causes you to live so far away from your kin, here in these woods, Sir-?"

Inwardly, Shantegra cringed at the stiff words, but she'd had nothing but her own thoughts for company for many months, and even when she was with her own people, she was very quiet. Talking was not necessary for slaves, and was not something cultivated by the Uruk-hai. All too often, a loud slave was a dead slave.

[Edited by Avenging_Angel on Thursday, April 14, 2005 11:40 AM]

Caelin
04/14/2005 1:03 PM

Anthatal's face darkened for a fraction of a second at her question. He would have to elaborate on his life again, something which was hardly a fond memory, but apparantly would have to be told again. "After the battle at pelennor fields was lost, I found myself surrounded by what you called dark elves, peredhil cousin. Not having much choice, I slipped on the armor of the last of these I had slain in battle and acted as being one of them. It took me some time to find my way here and decided to aid those that wandered out of isengard, supplying them with the weapons and armor of those serving the dark lord who were foolish enough to wander into these woods. My stay within Mordor in the role of this dark elf has stained me and this is where I felt at peace."

He motioned to the peredhil woman and then at the cave. "Please come inside, warm yourself at the fire and eat a little, while you share a little about yourself, young lady. It is better if we do not stay uncovered too long." He pointed in the direction of Isengard and shook his head. By now it had become obvious that his stay within Mordor has had it's effect on him, but that he was in control of himself, albeit that he had grown to be suspicious in nature.

((OOC: Of course I am. ;) Elves and dragons do not die easily :) ))

Pillage
04/15/2005 7:13 AM


You never said that unless you were talking about that "shell of a kingdom." You never mentioned Rohan or which city you were going to or where you were. I thought you meant the elven camp in Mirkwood. Also I must say you provided an extremely one sided fight in Mirkwood. Also, why is your character named after a numenor king of Gondor?

OOC: I must've been mistaken about the Rohan thing, then. I'm in Mirkwood now :) The fight wasn't really meant to be one-sided, I was hoping somebody would react. It was more of a raid, though. I hope we haven't misunderstood each other- I can guarantee I'm not a powergamer. As for being named after a king, I understand he was a friend of the Elves, and the name was used among them from around The Silmarillion's time. Otherwise, I have very unreliable sources.

IC: Should he survive this, Elendil now knew losses would be harsh. As steel clashed behind them, two Lieutenants stepped to either side of him, grasping an unbloodied blade each. They leapt at the group. The two formations melded forcefully together. The Dark-Elf commander pushed past a few men. He knocked one aside in a sprint toward his target. Full-speed he shakily thrusted at Radagast.

Avenging_Angel
04/15/2005 8:14 AM

((OOC: Well, you never know. Glad to see you're still around, though))


"After the battle at pelennor fields was lost, I found myself surrounded by what you called dark elves, peredhil cousin. Not having much choice, I slipped on the armor of the last of these I had slain in battle and acted as being one of them. It took me some time to find my way here and decided to aid those that wandered out of isengard, supplying them with the weapons and armor of those serving the dark lord who were foolish enough to wander into these woods. My stay within Mordor in the role of this dark elf has stained me and this is where I felt at peace."


Shantegra stared at him. He....he had masqueraded.....as a duredhel??


He motioned to the peredhil woman and then at the cave. "Please come inside, warm yourself at the fire and eat a little, while you share a little about yourself, young lady. It is better if we do not stay uncovered too long." He pointed in the direction of Isengard and shook his head. By now it had become obvious that his stay within Mordor has had it's effect on him, but that he was in control of himself, albeit that he had grown to be suspicious in nature.


She slowly walked forward.
"My name is Shantegra, in case you didn't catch it before. You are.....?"

Caelin
04/15/2005 11:59 AM

The elf tilted his head slightly and extended his hand to her, straightening his posture as he came a little closer and his demeanor seemed to change a bit. More proudly then before he spoke and gave her his name. "I am called Anthatal, which in the common tongue would translate to Night's Edge, now probably one of the last free elves of the Galadhrim. I bid thee welcome in my humble dwelling."

Avenging_Angel
04/15/2005 3:30 PM


The elf tilted his head slightly and extended his hand to her, straightening his posture as he came a little closer and his demeanor seemed to change a bit. More proudly then before he spoke and gave her his name. "I am called Anthatal, which in the common tongue would translate to Night's Edge, now probably one of the last free elves of the Galadhrim. I bid thee welcome in my humble dwelling."


Shantegra shook his hand.
"Well met, Anthatal Night's Edge of the Galadhrim."

She drew her hand back.
"Ahm, I do not mean to be rude...but....would you perchance have anything to eat, Master Anthatal? I would trade with you for it, but I have nothing to my name."

Flandrake
04/15/2005 7:35 PM

OOC:

OOC: I must've been mistaken about the Rohan thing, then. I'm in Mirkwood now :) The fight wasn't really meant to be one-sided, I was hoping somebody would react. It was more of a raid, though. I hope we haven't misunderstood each other- I can guarantee I'm not a powergamer. As for being named after a king, I understand he was a friend of the Elves, and the name was used among them from around The Silmarillion's time. Otherwise, I have very unreliable sources.


Okay, all is well. Let's have some fun :)

IC: Halath sheathed his sword and outstretched his hand, "In these dark times one can never be to careful, I am Halath Son of Cyrian, ranger of the Dunedain. Eolain, the last marshal of the Riddermark is inside the cave recovering from a wound."

Flandrake
04/15/2005 7:42 PM

Germakus was making progress through the Mirkwood line but soon found himself at a stalemate when the defenders were able to focus on his army. He needed some way to get more men in, the flow was too small. He hacked his way back to the outside.

"Grappling hooks, scale the wall!" several uruks went to either side of the wall and flung grappling hooks to the top. They quickly climbed the abandoned wall and dropped themselves down into the ranks of the Mirkwood forces. Germakus charged back in and the battle continued.

Flandrake
04/15/2005 7:47 PM

Kelendus ducked under a sword slash and drove his sword in quickly pulling it out and moving to the next dark minion. He saw as the uruks began to climb the wall and cursed. The archers that once watched the wall had either been killed or had retreated back into the forest and were now fighting on the bottom.

Kelendus charged to the stairs calling for men to come to his side. He charged through the uruks slashing them down as he went. He began running up the stairs and saw several uruks coming to meet him. He didn't slow himself but went low and to the side slashing at the legs. The uruk fell and Kelendus quickly regained his full height and continued running elves and men following him. The reached the top and the battle began on another front, the top of the wall...

Caelin
04/16/2005 3:57 AM

Anthatal tilted his head slightly and laughed. "I believe I have already stated that you were welcome to enter and eat with us. We'll even see if we have some suitable equipment lying around for you to use. Come and warm yourself." The elf pointed at the entrance to the cave.

Avenging_Angel
04/17/2005 11:15 AM

Shantegra inclined her head.
"Well met, Halath of the Dunedain. I did not know that any of you people yet lived."



Anthatal tilted his head slightly and laughed. "I believe I have already stated that you were welcome to enter and eat with us. We'll even see if we have some suitable equipment lying around for you to use. Come and warm yourself." The elf pointed at the entrance to the cave.


Shantegra flushed, grateful.
"Thank you very much. It has been a long way from the mines of Helm's Deep."
She sat down in the cave, leaning against the wall, weary, but not to the point of sleep. It had been a long day, but she had endured worse.

Caelin
04/17/2005 12:59 PM

Anthatal nodded at Haleth and pointed towards the entrance of the cave. "Are you going to check if there are more out there, or shall I?" With a small wink he had spoken the words to the dunedain. "The other can check on Eolain and feed our guest, your choice Haleth." The elf awaited for the answer from the man and grinned.

Pillage
04/17/2005 8:27 PM

The Uruks had finally arrived. Elendil broke the combat with Radagast, knowing there'd be others to take care of him. A surge of Uruks and Dark-Elves tailed him up the stairs, throwing the odd Man and Elf aside as they approached the narrow wall. The dark soldiers clashed with Kelendus' ready men. Elendil treaded lightly along the wall's edge, dodging a blade every so often. He picked up to a sprint and launched a strike at Kelendus himself.

Flandrake
04/18/2005 5:53 PM


"Are you going to check if there are more out there, or shall I?"


"Although I doubt I will find anything I will search if you wish for someone to," Halath nodded his head to the two of them and walked off into the woods. He was unsure why Anthatal wanted one of them to search for others but Halath put that at the back of his mind as he continued walking through the forest keeping his senses open.

Flandrake
04/18/2005 6:06 PM


throwing the odd Man and Elf aside


Who are you talking about here? Just some random Mirkwood defenders?

IC:

He picked up to a sprint and launched a strike at Kelendus himself.


Kelendus went back to the left and knocked off the attack from Elendil. He turned and met with another uruk warrior blocking high then jumping far to the right coming around with his long sword slashing open the uruk's calf. The uruk flinched giving Kelendus time to move to the throat and slice it open. He turned to see Elendil strike down another elf of Mirkwood who had stood in his way.

Kelendus moved into a ready stance and heaved himself forward.

Avenging_Angel
04/18/2005 8:42 PM

The man, Halath, had left. Shantegra was glad for the warmth of the cave, the first time she had been warm in what felt like years. She eyed the unconscious man in the cave warily, if with interest. She had never seen one of the Rohirrim before, the people near legends. Shantegra wondered how Antathal and Halath had come by the Rohirrim, what could have brought them together in Fangorn of all places?

Caelin
04/19/2005 12:43 PM

Anthatal caught the questions within the eyes of the peredhil woman as he entered the cave and grinned. "Why don't you ask about what goes on in that mind of yours, Shantegra. It is simpler to get your answers this way." He stated with a voice that did not sound cold, but instead carried more warmth that it had outside of the cave.

He motioned to the small pot that hung over the fire and handed her a wooden bowl and a spoon. "Help yourself to some of that stew and sit near the fire to warm yourself, half-kin. We'll begin with your questions first, then I have some of my own, if that is to your liking?"

SoaringEagle
04/19/2005 2:36 PM

Radagast sliced through a Uruk. He had previously been battling Elendil, the Dark-Elves leader before he took off after someone else. Radagast made slammed his rod into the ground. A small group of Uruk were grabbed from beneath and were consumed by the earth. All they had to do was hold out till the Eagles could arrive.

Until then, they would have to continue fighting. Radagast turned towards were the Uruks were entering and slowly began to make his way there.

Pillage
04/20/2005 2:31 AM


Who are you talking about here? Just some random Mirkwood defenders?

Yep.

IC: Elendil observed the glimmering weapon, letting himself calm as Kelendus approached. He scooped up a fallen shield from the ground and blocked just as the Elf hit. The shield tilted, guiding him into a stumble backward. Elendil turned in time to watch an Elf lunge at him. As the defender struck, a contemptful rage clearly spread into his features. The Dark-Elf recognised him- they'd met a few times in his former home, before it was crushed by none other than his own men. Before he could hit, the blade swept thin air. Elendil swept back and effortlessly slashed his head off. In the same move, Elendil's blade hurtled toward Kelendius. He took a longsword from the ground and charged with a well-distanced thrust.

[Edited by Pillage on Monday, April 25, 2005 4:41 AM]

Flandrake
04/20/2005 8:50 PM

OOC: Kelendus is an elf.

IC:

In the same move, Elendil's blade hurtled toward Kelendius. He took a longsword from the ground and charged with a well-distanced thrust.


Kelendus quickly regained his balance. He had been caught off guard by the extremely coincidental shield being uptured and within the reach of the dark elf he was facing. Kelendus went back in to attack Elendil and found a sword flying towards him. He easily blocked it, for longswords were not meant to be thrown as such. Elendil, however, was coming in with a follow up thrust.

Kelendus brought his sword down and across in an arc motion pushing the blade to the side in time to avoid being hit directly but the edge of Elendil's sword sliced through Kelendus' lightly armored tunic. He continued with his arc and pushed the sword away. He then grabbed the shield with his left hand and spun around raising his elbow to his Elendil in the back.

Avenging_Angel
04/21/2005 8:56 PM


"Why don't you ask about what goes on in that mind of yours, Shantegra. It is simpler to get your answers this way." He stated with a voice that did not sound cold, but instead carried more warmth that it had outside of the cave.

He motioned to the small pot that hung over the fire and handed her a wooden bowl and a spoon. "Help yourself to some of that stew and sit near the fire to warm yourself, half-kin. We'll begin with your questions first, then I have some of my own, if that is to your liking?"


Shantegra flushed. Did she really wear her emotions so easy to see?

She accepted the bowl, gratefully dishing up some of the warm stew. It was delicious, the best she'd had in days.
"I was just wondering what would bring three such different people together, yourself, the Rohirrim, and Master Halath."

Caelin
04/23/2005 3:53 AM

The elf smirked and almost began to laugh. "These are hard times we live in, half-kin. I came across Halath and Eolain after they decided to hide in Fangorn. The has always been a bond between the dunedain and the rohirrim, ever since the battle at pelennor fields, just as there is between elves and the two others. The fact that we lost this battle, does not mean we resent eachother or the outcome of it." Anthatal gave her his reasoning and thus replied her question.

Pillage
04/25/2005 4:40 AM


OOC: Kelendus is an elf.

Aah, I thought so. Fixed.

IC: The dark-elf's frame shuddered against his enemy's attack, mouth wide in a silent scream. He wouldn't want any comrades thinking danger had come to their leader. His eyes darted an indication at the onlooking dark forces, showing Kelendus' unprotected right rib. The charging distraction gave him time to thrash out of the hold. Elendil gripped Kelendus and tripped him in the resounding confusion. As the Elf hit the ground, his enemy swiftly took up his blade, bent from the former airborne attack, and pointed it at him. As his mind swung to the sharp pain hammering into his back, Elendil trembled subtly. He managed to keep the quivering blade near his former ally.

Avenging_Angel
04/25/2005 7:42 PM


The elf smirked and almost began to laugh. "These are hard times we live in, half-kin. I came across Halath and Eolain after they decided to hide in Fangorn. The has always been a bond between the dunedain and the rohirrim, ever since the battle at pelennor fields, just as there is between elves and the two others. The fact that we lost this battle, does not mean we resent eachother or the outcome of it." Anthatal gave her his reasoning and thus replied her question.


Shantegra nodded.

"I understand. It just seems strange to me, from living in the mines so long....well, all my life, I suppose. It took me so long to work up the nerve to finally escape, but when I did, it turns out the world outside the mines isn't much different from inside. The whole world, even."

Flandrake
04/30/2005 5:01 PM

OOC:

Elendil gripped Kelendus and tripped him in the resounding confusion.


I thought he had a sword and shield in his hands?


bent from the former airborne attack


What airborn attack?

IC:

He managed to keep the quivering blade near his former ally.


Kelendus noticed the trembling and knew Elendil wouldn't be able to move fast enough to counter his attack. Kelendus brought his right leg behind Elendil's left leg then went up with his left to kick the kneecap with the bottom of his foot.

[Edited by Flandrake on Saturday, April 30, 2005 5:02 PM]

Pillage
05/03/2005 6:16 AM


I thought he had a sword and shield in his hands?

I actually decided to make Elendil shieldless. For all intents and purposes, he had one hand taken up by a sword.

What airborn attack?

When he threw it. I'll be more informative from now on.

OOC

God bless these three letters *patriotic emoticon*

IC:
The cold ground met Elendil with a harsh thump. He hazily recovered for a moment, dazed by the attack. A rare weakness lined his muscles, now tensened from the pained impact. He shook blatantly for a second, noticing a figure in front of him. Elendil's gaze returned in a sobering moment. No longer shaking, he subtly grabbed his sword, keeping it slightly behind him to not indicate too much of a threat.
"Perhaps ...", he breathlessly mumbled, "... We can talk our way through this?" His knee still limply basked in its own pain, though maybe the dark-elf could pull this off. Before the response could come, he savagely leant forward and slashed at Kelendus' legs.

Flandrake
05/03/2005 8:17 PM

OOC:

I actually decided to make Elendil shieldless. For all intents and purposes, he had one hand taken up by a sword.


But you stated this is a previous post:

He scooped up a fallen shield from the ground and blocked just as the Elf hit.


I can't see if he dropped it or not.

Although I did state that Kelendus grabbed the shield. It was the top so he could pull himself and have more momentum with his elbow. He wouldn't have been able to tear it free.

IC:

Before the response could come, he savagely leant forward and slashed at Kelendus' legs.


Kelendus moved his leg just in time, Elendil's sword crashing down into the wood sending splinters flying. Kelendus hopped the sword qould remain stuck as he took this chance to move back and push himself up. As he got to his feat several arrows shot forward taking out some of the orcs that and scaled the wall.

Kelendus kept moving back and turned to see several Mirkwood warriors. One tossed him a long bladed glaive and Kelendus turned bringing the glaive around in a spinning motion.

OOC: The weapon Kelendus now has is very similar to the weapons the elves used in the battle of the last alliance in the movie version. Also, I made the wall wood instead of stone because when thinking about it the elves would only get stone from the dwarves of the north east, and maybe from the mountains of Mirkwood. It is likely that they would use it to renforce areas that are under more danger such as the Cavern of Thranduil. BTW, who is leader of Mirkwood now, Angel?

Avenging_Angel
05/03/2005 8:30 PM

OOC: Thranduil perished in one of the skirmishes in Mirkwood, and Legolas was taken prisoner. Thranduil's daughter Tathari now leads the elves by default, the last heir they have left.

Caelin? You going to post?

Caelin
05/04/2005 5:01 AM

Anthatal grinned and nodded slowly. "The world has changed and not for the better, I am afraid. With these lands in a stranglehold by Sauron, none is able to escape the darkness that lays across it. Hence is why the last of the free people are sticking together even more then they used to, bonded by a single wish, which is for the nightmare to end."


OOC:
Well AvA, I was gone for a little while. Getting married takes some time, you know? ;)

Avenging_Angel
05/04/2005 12:29 PM


OOC:
Well AvA, I was gone for a little while. Getting married takes some time, you know? ;)


OOC: OMG!!!! Congratulations! *breaks out the champagne*
Hm, need something to spice up this arc....*evil grin*

BIC:

Shantegra nodded.
"If there's any way for that to happen. One might think that-what was that??"
A loud crash from deep within the forest interrupted her. The peredhil pressed against the wall of the cave, staring out into the pitch-black night.

"Did you hear that?"

Caelin
05/04/2005 2:15 PM

OOC: Thanks hun. :) There are pictures on the welcome wagon forum. :)

IC:

As the sound of the crash echoed through the cave, the elf leaped up and drew his blade within the same fluid motion. The curved and serrated weapon now gleamed in the light of the fire and the elf seemed tense. He turned his head towards his guest and nodded slowly. "Only a deaf man would have missed it, shantegra. What worries me is that Halath is still out there."

Pillage
05/05/2005 6:16 PM

OOC: Interesting. Nice choice of weapon. I owe you another apology for being so vague :P For all intents and purposes, I'm now unarmed.

IC:
He frantically tried to dodge the weapon. As he blindly hopped to his feet, Elendil felt a deep cut embed in his shoulder. He stumbled back, gripping the wound. The fact that his knee was gradually recovering, provided a slight consellation.
"Give me a weapon!," he called to his own soldiers. A soldier near him threw a short sword. Better than nothing. Elendil took his hand from the cut, the shock being more dangerous than the damage taken. He slowly stepped toward Kelendus. Both sides appeared to be idly watching. He inched closer. Elendil opened with a fleeting slash to distract Kelendus. The dark elf rolled to the side and pried out his sword. He leapt back with a satisfied smirk.
Another wave of arrows hit, reminding the dark forces that they were still being attacked. They ignored the humiliating wave of irony and charged at the enemy. Elendil followed with them, striking with his short sword and aiming a slash at Kelendus' stomach with the other.

Avenging_Angel
05/05/2005 10:51 PM

Shante flushed. Of course he could hear it, he was edhel as well.

"Aye, I do not think he went far. Stay with the Rohirrim, I will go find sir Halath."

The half-elf crept out of the cave, listening for further noises. Her grey eyes found the Dunedain's outline, or at least she thought it was. A sound came through the woods, low and almost unnoticeable, but the sound froze Shantegra's blood. She recognized it, all those in the mines did, the low groaning was so familiar.
Treants.
What were the twisted descendants of the Ents doing in fangorn? Shante crept behind Halath.
"Sir Halath?"

Flandrake
05/05/2005 10:53 PM


OOC: Interesting. Nice choice of weapon. I owe you another apology for being so vague :P For all intents and purposes, I'm now unarmed.


Thanks. Anyways, it's fine. Battles can get complicated.

IC: Kelendus stepped back bringing the long-bladed-glaive in an upper strike. The arc deflected Elendil's attack and then he came across with a horizontal slash when the blade reached the height of his head (OOC: the blade is facing point outwards). Kelendus took a quick glance down the wall.

The battle was still equal but Kelendus knew that many more orcs lay beyond the wall that only needed to break through to over take the outpost.

OOC: Soaring, the wind lord and his eagles can save us any time now :-)

Flandrake
05/05/2005 11:00 PM


What were the twisted descendants of the Ents doing in fangorn? Shante crept behind Halath.
"Sir Halath?"


In response to the call Shante got a huge branch flying towards her. The branch came from the outline the half-elf had thought to be Halath. Her fears were correct, however, it was a treant. Before the branch found its mark Halath came running up and almost tackled her in order to save her from the treant's wrath.

He quickly stood and drew his sword ducking from another branch swing. He had faced several foes, even the dread uruk-hai of Isengard. But he had never faced a living tree.

Caelin
05/06/2005 3:13 PM

At the sounds of the branches swishing through the air, Anthatal exited the cave, carrying in his hands what seemed to be a bow, but the arrow he strung did not look regular at all. With a well aimed shot the arrow cleaved the air and lodged itself deep in the bark of the treant, breaking the shaft of the arrow, which spilled a large amount of a strange liquid on the creature.

Grinning coldly, the elf knocked another arrow on the bow, which he had set on fire, then released it with a deadly aim, setting the tree ablaze. Screaming and trashing around to get rid of the fire, the treant ran for it's life in search of water.

Meanwhile the elf had drawn his bow again, with a similar arrow to the first he had fired.
"I suggest strongly that you get back inside, it will be back soon and not alone. Alas the fluid does not burn hot enough to kill them, but they are terrified of fire, especially when it sticks to their bark like glue." A cold sparkle was seen in the eyes of the elf.

Flandrake
05/06/2005 10:13 PM

Halath was glad the elf had chosen to help them against the Treat. He sheathed his sword and looked back in the direction the treat had ran.

"I suggest strongly that you get back inside, it will be back soon and not alone. Alas the fluid does not burn hot enough to kill them, but they are terrified of fire, especially when it sticks to their bark like glue." A cold sparkle was seen in the eyes of the elf.


"I agree..." Halath said walking back to the save entrance.

Avenging_Angel
05/07/2005 10:22 AM

Shante gasped, still startled. She had never seen a treant this close, they were very dangerous and almost impossible to kill. She hurried into the cave.
"We should move, before it comes back."

Pillage
05/09/2005 8:56 PM

His pains fully faded, Elendil locked his swords together and caught the strike. Kelendus' gaze caught his attention- the massive stretch of Uruks still approaching. The dark elf realised what his enemy was thinking.
"We have enough up here," his voice resounded, "concentrate on bringing the wall down!"
He knocked Kelendus back with a swift backfist as the creaking siege equipment drew nearer. It appeared they couldn't stay on the wall for too much longer. Elendil closed in and slashed both swords at the glave's base, hoping he could break it in half.

Flandrake
05/10/2005 4:21 PM


Elendil closed in and slashed both swords at the glave's base, hoping he could break it in half.


Kelendus flipped the glaive so the blade faced the ground. Elendil's caught the blade, originally where the base had been. Kelendus slid the top forward trying to hit Elendil's head or have him pull back.

Caelin
05/11/2005 2:52 PM

Anthatal entered the cave just after Shantegra did and lead her to a pile of armor and weaponry. "First get yourself better equipped. Halath, how long do you reckon before eolain will be on his feet again?"

Flandrake
05/11/2005 4:43 PM


Halath, how long do you reckon before eolain will be on his feet again?"


"It is hard to say. It's been some time since I fought with the uruk-hai of Isengard. I know not when he will wake. Normally it requires a nights rest if the wound is well tended to as we have done. I will allow Myran, my mount, to carry him. But I'm not sure how we would keep him on."

OOC: heh I totally forgot Halath had his horse with him...look back to the first post I made, he was there.

Arandur
05/14/2005 6:51 PM

…Eolain opened his eyes a fraction, the dim light of the cave seemed searing to his emerald eyes. His throat felt sore and parched and his mind reeled with effort to put a name to the place where he lay. It was difficult and hard to recall. Flashes of overhead trees and words he did not comprehend washed though his mind. Though his fever had broken, the Rohhirim lord felt spent, devoid of life.

Despite his fatigue he forced himself to rise sending a ripple of pain lancing from the arrow wound, now bound by skilful hands, causing him to wince a sharp hiss of breath as he pressed a hand to his side. His ears caught soft sounds, of voices exotic, melodious and solemn. Words his people had not heard since the terrible battle of Pelennor Field.

He rolled to his uninjured side to better view the chamber, propping his body upon his elbow as he craned his head to peer into the gloom, honey-coloured locks falling across his eyes as he tried to put all the pieces together in his fever-addled mind…

Pillage
05/15/2005 3:59 AM

Elendil stumbled, a wide cut spanning his right cheek. He braced to a halt. The Uruks' fire arrows sounded beside several rams, now lightly tremoring the wall. A deep line of flame broke out behind him. Both forces began abandoning the structure and carried on below it.
A small pile of ashes began banking near the leaders. Elendil lunged back and kicked it into his enemy's eyes. Kelendus recoiled, giving enough time for the dark elf to dart behind him. In the same motion, he poised for a strike before realising there wasn't enough time. Elendil barged at him instead, aiming toward the fire now practically engulfing the city walls.

Caelin
05/15/2005 2:49 PM

Anthatal walked to the awakened Rohirrim and crouched beside him, then looked into his eyes and waved his hand from left to right in front of his face. "I see our horseman is awake again, how are you feeling?" With a few motions, the elf filled a bowl with some water-thinned stew, which he passed onto Eolain, along with a spoon. "Don't try to rush, Eolain, eat and rest some more first. It is not yet time for you to get up, nor for us to move out. We have until nightfall."

Namiko
05/16/2005 12:41 PM

Erudessa awakened from a slumber caused by the plants that surrounded her to protect her from the black energies emmited from Isengard.

"How long has it been?", upon her waking, her energy was to be felt.

SoaringEagle
05/16/2005 2:36 PM

OOC: *Sounds of Trumpets* The cavalry has arrived!

BIC: Radagast continued to battle the Uruks as they came in through the opening. One after the other they came, and one after the other they fell. They could not keep this up unless they got help. Suddenly, a loud shriek could be heard from up above.

The wind lord had come! His eagles swooped down upon the Uruks and Dark elves, picking them up and either dropping them to their doom or shredding them to pieces. With the eagles help, the battle was now in the Mirkwood forces favor.

Flandrake
05/16/2005 4:53 PM

Germakus cried out in rage when the eagles came. "Damnit the wizard must have called them! Keep pressing forward!" Germakus would not call the retreat until the dark elves did. It was after all their mission. He did, however, watch the skies for any approaching eagle that may attack him.

Flandrake
05/16/2005 4:57 PM

Kelendus almost fell over when Elendil knocked into him. He caught his balance with help of the glaive and he turned to see leaping over the edge. The eagles had now come and the most important thing was driving away the forces on the bottom. The ones atop the gate were easily taken in the claws of the eagles.

Kelendus took his chance and ran by Elendil calling for the other Mirkwood defenders to follow him. "Back to ground! We must push back the uruks!"

Flandrake
05/16/2005 4:59 PM

OOC: Welcome back Arandur.

"It is good to see you recovering," Halath said to Eolain. Halath left the man in the care of the elf and walked to the opening and took a seat. Nightfall was not far away...

Avenging_Angel
05/16/2005 5:16 PM

OOC: Welcome back indeed!

BIC:

Shantegra jumped as the unconscious man stirred. The Rohirrim was awake, it appeared. Antathal was busy with weapons, and Shante lurked by the entrance to the cave, trying to decide whether or not to leave. They wanted to fight?? Treants?? Were they crazy?? Every instinct learned in the mines told her to run, and she shifted uncomfortably with indecision.

Caelin
05/17/2005 1:44 PM

OOC: Good to have you back, aussie.

IC:

"I don't know what you're thinking, half-kin, but if you run out of here now, without the cover of darkness, those treants will have you caught before you get half a league from here." Anthatal commented dryly as he turned around and held out a light chainmail to her and a belt, which had a long dagger and a short sword hanging from it. "I have a short bow here as well, along with a quiver and some arrows, if you're interested." A sparkle of amusement was seen within his eyes.

Avenging_Angel
05/17/2005 5:25 PM

OOC:

without the cover of darkness,


Eh...Caelin...it IS dark.....

IC:


those treants will have you caught before you get half a league from here."


Shantegra stared at him. How had he known she was going to leave?
"I wouldn't be so sure."


as he turned around and held out a light chainmail to her and a belt, which had a long dagger and a short sword hanging from it. "I have a short bow here as well, along with a quiver and some arrows, if you're interested." A sparkle of amusement was seen within his eyes.


Shante stared at them. Was he crazy? She had no idea how to use weapons! It wasn't as if the Uruks would allow them to train in the mines. And he appeared amused....did he not comprehend that one of the most dangerous races on Middle-Earth was coming to kill him?

Flandrake
05/17/2005 9:48 PM

OOC:

Eh...Caelin...it IS dark.....


It is? I must say I'm confused....

IC: Halath patted Myran's head as he muttered some elvish words. The horse grumbled and remained on the ground. If this group were to leave the forest they would enter the plains of the Rohan, once home to the horse lords of Eolain's ancestory, now under the watchful eye of the white wizard.

His mission had been to gather information of troop movements. It was rumored that Saruman was pulling men away from the West and moving South. What this meant Halath did not know, he only knew the leaders of the last survivors would not be pleased to hear that Eolain's men had been scattered. They had to gather what was left of anyone of Rohan and return to Mirkwood, perhaps by taking the highpass through the ruins of Imladris. His thoughts wandered to plans against the enemies of Sauron and Saruman.

Arandur
05/18/2005 12:26 AM

OOC: Thanks for the welcome back everyone! And congratulations too Cae!!


IC: ...The Rohirrim took the bowl offered to him by Anthatal, his emerald eyes studying the fey being before him with some suspicion, though he hungrily began devouring the steaming contents of the bowl. His eyes flickered over the forms of Shante and then Halath, his head bobbing in a nod to the Dunedan that set his blonde braids hanging from his temples swinging.

He listened to the conversation of treants and the foul orcs of Saruman, his mind wondering where he was and what he had stumbled into as he methodically devoured what was in the bowl. His eyes glancing to the twilight of the cave entrance as he began to wonder what they would be doing once true darkness fell…

Caelin
05/18/2005 1:28 PM

Anthatal calmly walked to the side of the cave and put on his own armor and weapons. First a chainmail coat, which had been riveted onto a leather backing, then he grabbed the typical elvish helmet and placed his swordbelt around his waist, from which two short swords were dangling and a large quiver. Finally he reached for a longbow inside a wax cover and slid his dagger into the sheath. With a grin he moved towards the back of the cave and where they only had seen rock before, the elf pulled out an elven cloak and revealed a tunnel, while he placed the cloak around his shoulders.

"I suggest we take the tunnel, as soon as everyone is ready." The elf stated dryly, as he fastened his light travelpack on his back.

Flandrake
05/18/2005 5:16 PM


With a grin he moved towards the back of the cave and where they only had seen rock before, the elf pulled out an elven cloak and revealed a tunnel, while he placed the cloak around his shoulders.


OOC: IS the tunnel big enough to fight Myran, Halath's horse?

Avenging_Angel
05/18/2005 7:01 PM


revealed a tunnel, while he placed the cloak around his shoulders.

"I suggest we take the tunnel, as soon as everyone is ready." The elf stated dryly, as he fastened his light travelpack on his back.


Shante stared at the tunnel in shock. Good grief, how much had the elf hidden in this cave? Well, at least she'd be in familiar territory underground.

Pillage
05/18/2005 7:58 PM

So tonight's battle had found its climatic point. Elendil frantically raced to a part of the wall not crumbling or turned to ash. Looking down, dark elves and uruks scattered in panic once more. His armies were losing, though the Lieutenants were holding out against the defence.
He waited for the eagles to notice him. They turned suddenly, commander of the dark elves exposed. Instantly they swept him into the air. With dark-elven grace, Elendil unsheathed the long fabric wrapped around his scabbard and flipped onto the eagle's back. Effortlessly, he threaded the makeshift bit into its mouth. Before it could buck him off, he soared in the wind lord's direction. The eagle thrashed wildly, propelling him in a freefall. Elendil landed next to the wind lord. He slashed at the enemy's neck.

Arandur
05/19/2005 4:05 AM

…Eolain placed the bowl with a wavering hand to the earthen floor of the cavern before raising himself to his feet with an effort. With hands calloused from years of battle, he began lacing the leather ties of his chain-mail hauberk, his fingers working with practised ease as they thread then tied the leather cord.

The Rohirrim glanced around from side to side to where he found his ancient broadsword resting in its scabbard and belt, slung over the end of a nearby chair. Quickly he gathered his blade and belted the weapon around his waist, wincing slightly at the tenderness of the arrow wound. He found himself wondering idly how long he had lain in stupor with the wound, for it seemed to the warrior some weeks of healing had taken place.

He cast about, green eyes searching the cave for either his helm or shield but after a moment decided he had lost the possessions in his flight from his Uruk ambushers. He tested the blade in its sheath making sure the cold steel sat lightly in its leather bindings before glancing to the tunnel, his face set in grim cast.

“Before we venture into the Twilight afore us. I would seek to know the names of those who I shall share this road. I am Eolain, Lord of the Riddermark.” He said with a voice still hoarse from fever…

Caelin
05/19/2005 1:56 PM

"Mae govannen, Eolain of the Rohirrim. I am Anthatal, once a warrior of the Galadhrim, before our ranks were decimated at pelennor fields. There is a small pile of stuff I gathered from orcs and such that wandered too far into Fangorn, perhaps you can find a shield and helmet that fit amongst it." The elf stated dryly and motioned to the pile at Eolain's left, which laid covered by blankets. "The horse will have to be led by the reins, but should fit through the tunnel that way."

The elf gestured to Halath and grinned. "You met Halath already, but passed out before I found the both of you. My half-kin over there is named Shantegra, who has escaped from isengard. Anything else, man of Rohan?"

Flandrake
05/19/2005 6:13 PM


"The horse will have to be led by the reins, but should fit through the tunnel that way."


"Good, I would not be able to bring myself to leave him behind," Halath stood and made a clicking noise, Myran then stood as well. The ranger waited for the others to go through the tunnel for he did not want the rear end of a horse meeting a face.


OOC: Ummm Pillage....I really don't think it's possible for Elendil to do what he did. I mean we're talking about Gwaihir the wind lord. That fact is none of our characters would be able to do that. But if no one else has a problem with it I'll go for it. But I believe SoaringEagle is playing them so we shall wait for him. In my opinion the move was just not possible. And you took control of a character controlled by SoaringEagle.

[Edited by Flandrake on Thursday, May 19, 2005 6:15 PM]

[Edited by Flandrake on Friday, May 20, 2005 4:30 PM]

Avenging_Angel
05/19/2005 7:53 PM


OOC: Ummm Pillage....I really don't think it's possible for Elendil to do what he did. I mean we're talking about Gwaihir the wind lord, one of the Valar. That fact is none of our characters would be able to do that. But if no one else has a problem with it I'll go for it. But I believe SoaringEagle is playing them so we shall wait for him. In my opinion the move was just not possible. And you took control of a character controlled by SoaringEagle.


OOC: Agreed. Gwaihir wasn't a valar, but he was a very old and powerful eagle descended from the original of their race. To kill him would be extremely difficult, and he is, as Flan said, SoaringEagle's char.

BIC:

Shantegra nodded to the Rohirrim as Anthatal said her name.
"Well met, Eolain of the Riddermark."

She picked up a small dagger from the pile of things Anthatal had foraged, deciding it couldn't be too hard to use, and went over to the opening of the tunnel, peering down into the darkness. Her eyes narrowed, adjusting to the underground darkness. The tunnel stretched on as far as she could see, a roughly-hewn tunnel with a musty and damp smell of place long-sealed off wafted towards her.

"Who-What made this tunnel? Do you know?" she asked Anthatal.

Caelin
05/20/2005 2:51 PM

The elf shook his head at Shantegra and replied to her after a moment of deliberation. "No, I do not know who made it, as it was already there as I found this cave, which is almost two centuries ago. I have however explored it and there are a few more small caverns along the route, one of which I use to store stuff. We'll be making a small stop there, if you don't mind? I never encountered anything down these caverns, no within the tunnels. It shows signs of elves however, which is already odd enough."

Calmly he twisted a piece of cloth around a branch and lit it in the fire. "Halath, there are strips of cloth on the pile to make another torch. Extinguish the fire before you leave?"

Flandrake
05/20/2005 4:34 PM


"Halath, there are strips of cloth on the pile to make another torch. Extinguish the fire before you leave?"


"Very well," Halath said as he went to grab two strips of cloth. He made two torches, tucking one in his saddle and lighting the other one. He kicked dirt and spread out the fire causing it to flicker then die. With that he followed the group into the tunnels, Anthatal guiding them.

Pillage
05/22/2005 2:30 AM


In my opinion the move was just not possible. And you took control of a character controlled by SoaringEagle.

OOC: Alright, I'll keep that in mind.

Avenging_Angel
05/28/2005 9:48 AM

Shante shrugged.
"That is very odd. It must be very old."
She blinked at the fire, her eyes re-adjusting from peering down the tunnel.
"Can the Rohirrim walk?"

Avenging_Angel
05/31/2005 12:44 PM

(OOC: I refuse to allow this thread to die)

Shantegra had barely finished speaking, when a loud, groaning-crash sounded not far from the cave entrance. The peredhil jumped.
"We have to get going!"

Flandrake
06/03/2005 9:23 PM

Soaring has vanished. And I find it rather interesting after stating that his post was not possible and my opinions already being stated Pillage responded with:


OOC: Alright, I'll keep that in mind.


Also, Soaring was controling the eagles so I was waiting for him.

And if you want to RP characters from the Lonely Mountain or Esgorath etc. I already sent a mounted messanger, Kelendus's brother, north to those very locations.

Pillage
06/04/2005 7:09 AM

OOC: I was actually meaning for Soaring to dodge, block, or counter in some other way. Unless the main problem was taking control of an eagle. Once again, I'm content to make a different move. That could keep the Mirkwood plot going, which we really need at the moment. As for my last comment, I was pointing out that I'd remember not to do it again. I also hope you don't feel offended by me not using Kelendus' brother, or anything. I was really hoping to use a Dwarven character. I've further researched RPG ettiquite, so I don't cause any suckage on my part :P
I hope that explains me :D

IC:

Shantegra had barely finished speaking, when a loud, groaning-crash sounded not far from the cave entrance. The peredhil jumped.
"We have to get going!"


"Back!," echoed a gruff voice. A small flame rushed past, seemingly floating toward the commotion's source. The light shedding into the cave's mouth revealed a small figure, shaped like a dwarf but dainty as a hobbit. He surged at the lumbering creature with a long torch. As the treant stomped nearer, he darted between its legs and let the torch ignite his base. First it was unnoticeable, as this new being hid in the forest. The treant angrily looked around as the flames grew. He halted suddenly and peered down. In the same moment he sprung rigid and fled with a scream, looking frantically for a river or pond.
The scene fell quiet for a moment. Slowly, the dwarf crept out from his hiding spot. He walked closer, features blended in confusion and disbelief.
"Are you? ..." He squinted. As the others became more apparent, he lit up with excitement.
"I don't believe it! The day I'd be glad to see other people." The dwarf shook his head, grinning. Strange for one as irate as he. "Who are you? What are you doing in Fangorn? Tell me, how are you still alive?"

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