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misterroboto2

09-12-2006, 07:00

Zel walked the halls of the vizier's palace, slowly approaching the stairs down to the Shrine of Melkor. The courtesans glared at him with much disdain, mocking his appearance in hushed tone. The mage grinned nonetheless, ignoring the crowd. He stopped in front of the head eunuch's desk and panned his head slightly, contemplating the throne room and the busy vizier. "It could have been all mine", he thought. He shrugged and resumed his way toward the temple. The shrinekeeper gasped as he saw the necromancer. He promptly bowed and stepped out of the way his eyes betraying fear.

The shrine was unusually active that day. Melkor's day was to be celebrated the next day, so many preparations were being made. Candles made of human blood (gondorian, to be precise) were being lit, filling the room with a scent of burning death. The two prisoners - a one-eyed gondorian mage and a traitorous kin- were bound next to the gong. They had recently been beaten and apparently lost all will to live. They were nonetheless forced to help preparing the ceremony.

Zel's gaze met his Mistress, Igraine. She was ordering the orcs around, most likely in anticipation for the next day's mission. Her belly was swelling day-by-day, making her pregnancy more obvious as time flew by. The mage admired his Mistress, her strength, her guile her... He shook his head somewhat violently, attracting the curious looks of the slaves there. He couldn't let himself have any feelings for anyone, especially not those kind. that part of him had died long before this day, in the cold caves of Dol Guldur...

The screams of a woman giving birth. Manôzîr had acquired a professional detachment toward them over the years, but these one gave him the chills. They were otherworldly in a sense, as if she was suffering a thousand deaths. Manôzîr had been assigned to the orc breeding department for ten years now while he studied sorcery under Alphanzôr. His magical efforts had been rather vain so far, his powers were quite limited. Alphanzôr kept repeating that he had to "merge" with the Eye, that he had to let go of his humanity, yet he just didn't know how to do this. The breeder focused at the task at hand and touched the woman's belly, prompting louder screams of pure pain. At first he wondered why she had been sent to him, as he specializes dealing with orcs, but the reason soon became painfully apparent. "She has been ... coupled with a troll", he gasped in horror. Sorcery was at work, there was no doubt of that.

Was this a test to see his reaction? Manôzîr shook his head and took a short sword. He quickly slashed the woman's belly open and extirpated a rather ghastly looking offspring. The woman sighed : "Please, let it live..." . She then slowly shut her eyes and let death come to her. Such a selfless act moved Manôzîr and stirred a last spark of compassion in him. "Weze eatz?", a nearby orc asked, drooling in anticipation. Manôzir hesitated for a few seconds and finally said "No.... no this one we keep. He is the Master's creation. Make sure he is treated like the other younglings.". The orc blinked, shrugged and complied.

As the flashback kept rushing in his mind, Zelerdor was fighting an intense nausea. He was struggling to hide this weakness from the lesser thralls. He closed his eyes, abandonned his will to the Eye's and regained his senses. He glared at the slaves around him and proceeded to clean the Shrine for the rituals to come. He carefully washed the floor by animating a mop with his will and he gathered the various objects lying on the ground. What he found there froze his soul in horror. His old Skull Mask... the one from his Dol Guldur days. Its emptied eyes glared at him, its wicked grin cruelly mocked him as the memories rose to the surface.

Manôzîr watched the creature grow over the years. It displayed as much strength as the mightiest orc and the guile of a manling. It quickly rose through the ranks of Dol Guldur and became a troop leader remarkably fast. Its success gave the breeder much pride, akin to that of a father's. Even though the creature was unable to feel any kind of gratitude or care, the breeder treated it as his son. As it grew stronger, Manôzîr's prowess in sorcery diminished and eventually vanished. He was demoted to being a simple thrall. He eventually joined the half-troll's company as a lowly healer.

One ill-fated night, the troop raided an elven camp in the northern parts of Mirkwood. Arrows were flying left and right, slaying the orcs with surgical precision. The death toll was high on both side of the skirmish but the forces of darkness won that one. The half-troll led a last assault against the elves, slaughtering 3 with one powerful blow of his greataxe before one arrow finally took its cursed life. As the victory cries faded, the orcs left the battlefield, leaving only corpses and Manôzîr behind. He knelt at the creature's lifeless body and attempted to use the very last ounce of power in his body to give life to the creature he had sacrificed much for.

He implored the Eye to give him this one last wish. As he opened his eyes, a strange figure rose from the half-troll's corpse. It was comprised of the dead creature's flesh and bones. It resembled a floating eyeball with tentacles attacked to its "back". Its mouth suddenly opened, letting out a ghastly moan. At first they were but random sounds, but they quickly assembled into words inside Manôzîr's mind. "KiiiIiiIiiIIiill meeeeeee. Cease this atrocious existence, father. KiiiIiiiill meeeeeeeee." The man let out a terrible cackle as he understood the absurdity of life. The combined weight of all his previous failures finally crushed what little sanity he had left. A fireball flew from his open hand to the floating abomination, incinerating it in one loud explosion. All that was left of the half-troll was a charred skull, grinning even in death. Manôzîr took it in his hands and put it on his head, as he would a helm. He turned to the orcs and, with one hand gesture, brought firey death to all survivors of the assault. Somewhere in Dol Guldur Alphanzor grinned. His plan had finally come to fruition. Zelerdor was born.

"M...master, are you well?", a slave fearfully asked. A sharp pain brought Zel back to the present. It was his own dagger, stuck in his backside and drawing much blood. He swiftly took it out and growled at the thrall : "I'll be fine. Just get me some bandages". "Sh...shall I get the Mistr...", the slave enquired. "No! Don't bother her with this. Just... get the bandages.", Zel barked. He sat in a dark corner while the slave rushed to get the healing supplies. The mage's hand slowly crept to the open wound and then to his mouth. "Warm... I am still human after all...", he muttered. When the slave came back, Zel was already gone and the skull helm, shattered on the ground.

Lady Igraine

11-12-2006, 16:30

This is just a quick update regarding players current status within the guild, some may have been omitted due to extended time away.

Mistress of The Shrine

Igraine High Priestess

Council of the Chosen

Zelerdor
Kaldir acting Field Marshall
Saibeth
Roman Champion

Blades of Umbar

Irthan Captain of the Bloodfangs
Mortorius
Moia
Calina
Illyanna Scribe

The Bloodfangs
Horse
Gurg
Barbag
Morgie
Hrowlf
Urruz-Sum

Initiates
Grod
Ulgardh

Affiliates
Inzil

I would also like to thank the staff for allowing us to become a guild , and to all our members that have been doing such a good job that they would have us as a one. Special thanks to Gwahir for the fantastic update on the Shrine and all his support throughout, I am certain we would not have gotten here had you not been involved. The Mistress is very pleased .

Lady Igraine

11-12-2006, 17:51

As the storm slowly calmed she looked out her window to the harbor below, concerned at the state of the fleet, all seemed well thankfully. She knew that the lifeblood of Umbar rested in its hands and that nothing was more important to their health as a nation. With a look of satisfaction she returned to her desk, "so much yet to do " she thought as she looked over the notes on the new initiates. So many had heard Melkor's call, the scope of his plan impressed even her, "my how far we have come", she thought as she unconsciously rubbed her swelling stomach. She rose to examine her form in the mirror, this new body was alien to her and she did not care for the changes to her . She wondered if her current state would draw out any enemies that thought her weak. A smile took over her face, it pleased her when a plan had additional benefits, but she doubted any would emerge. The young master of the Silverswords had his own problems and clearly was no threat at present and she doubted that Gondor had yet learned of her roll in their recent defeats. There was always the other Hands of Sauron, she wondered if Culkett was actually working with the Berevals grandson, she could never be certain, she had better assume they are, what of Kheav ? He had long been gone and she doubted such affairs mattered to him at this time, Roce ? Ah Roce, a smile came over her face despite herself, she wondered if he was dead. He had been fun, and certainly a skilled lover, but he lacked the skills to be a true leader, it was a shame, she had such hopes for him, but she did learn from his mistakes. Would she ever see him again ? what would she do if she did ? Likely she would not, but she would have to repay him for his past threats if she did, ah but he liked being whipped she recalled, no matter, she needed a creative outlet. He had been foolish to underestimate her and to openly speak his mind to her, but that was his charm wasn't it ? She turned her gaze back to the page. Moia was ready, the council had approved, " this one has potential ", she thought. She remembered what Mortorius had said long ago, she was a young warrior version of herself, perhaps, but this one is clearly mad, but that has its strengths also. Moia would be greatly shocked to know how long she had been watched by Igraine, how her coming to the fold had been decided long ago, she no doubt thought it was her own idea, a smile, what did she have others call her ? mistress ? Melkor worked through this one and she was not even aware of it. She hoped that one of the young pups would soon emerge as a threat to one of the Council, if not , she was not doing her job properly, but which would be first ? She smiled with a mothers pride, it could be any of them, they were all treacherous, ambitious and hungry for power, " this one will fit in well " she thought as she put her seal on the application, "she will do just fine".

OOC welcome to our newest member Moia

Nightspell

12-12-2006, 05:14

Sitting in the underground of Isengard. Moia paces. Her companions should have been back by now. "Bahh thoes foolish ingrates. Where are they? I am due my cut of that which we found." She growled. Getting ever more frustrated she takes out her mounting anger upon thoes helpless rats that litter the cavern. Slashing one to bits and crushing the head of another with her boot she does not notice the figure walking up behind her. Fully in the throws of her anger and whorling around with her blade she stops it a mere hairs width from his neck. "What do you want?" she growls. "I came here looking for aid in a task that was set before me" he calmly stated steping away from the blade. Moia's features oddly and suddenly soften, her mood drastically changing. "Is that so? Well then what did you have in mind?" she sweetly asks. "But first what is your name?" He calmly states, "I am Orion." Moia's voice becomes suddenly cold. "You may call me Mistress." She replies. What task is this that you have need of?" "I was asked to enter some portal, yet I fear that we are not enough for this task." He says. "Perhaps you have another idea?" Moia thinks to herself, almost reading his thoughts, "I do recall a town of hobbits, Stoors I believe they are called. We could destroy them and take whatever loot that is in the town. And slaughter any elves we may see along the way. What do you think of that?" Orion gives an evil chuckel. "Yes that would do nicely for some entertainment."

Leaving Isengard Moia can't but help to think of what tasks she had set for herself in the previous weeks. Completely distracted she walks, not toward the Mirkwood, but toward Tharbad. Orion askes once why they were headed in that direction but his only answer was a threatning growl and an icy glare. He knew that to demand anything more of this obviously crazed woman would mean a deadly fight. A fight he was not certain he would win or lose. Not wanting to miss out on a opertunity for some action and adventure he continued along with her. Adventure and excitment must easily follow one such as this he thought to himself.

Entering Tharbad, Moia walked on toward the center of the city. Crossing the bridge she stoped. Surveying the city she notice a circular constructed building. A great double door at it's entrance. She knew, instantly, the name of the palce she saw. Cautiously and steadly walking up to it's entrance and looking all about to see if she was being watched. For she knew, with her conversation with Lady Igraine, even though a family would watch out for eachother they also like to watch eachother. She turned to Orion and said "do you know of this place?" His responce was" I think I had a few ales here some time ago". Moia nodded shorted and said "this is the guild of the Silverswords, Blades for hire. Speak little, I have business here." With that she entered the building.

Boldly walking into the guild hall she spyed a man standing by some display cases. In a tone that dripped of athority and arrogance, "where is the leader of this guild, I would speak with him." The man looked at her and giving no heed to her tone simply asked "who wishes to know?" Moia gritted her teeth knowing that if she were to get what she wanted from this man brute force and a commanding voice would not be enough. She Snarled, "My name is Moia and I am here to hire the services of this guild". The guards around the room visibly relaxed their heavy crossbows. The man she was speaking to steped forward, "well then the man whom you seek is me. My name is Syrenik Silversword, Guild leader. What is that you wish to hire us for?" Moia began "what I seek, pehaps, may not be what you are usually hired for. What I want is information." Syrenik took a casual step back and raised an eyebrow. "Is that so? what kind of information?" he said. Moia grited her teeth. "I want you to find any and all you can about me. More specifically where I come from." Syrenik looked Moia over once noting the obvious features that most Numenorians display in the faces yet they did not seem so pronounced in her. Then it struck him. "You have the look of one of Igraine's band." he said. Moia looked back at him not startled a bit that it was so easy for him to guess. "Yes she does count me as one of her family" she simply stated. "Hmm" he said as he thought on this for a moment. "Why do you want me to find out where you came from?" he said. Moia blurted out in growling words " She wants to know where I came from. So Damn that pregnamt bitch she'll get the information she seeks and a blade along with it too." Obviously amused by this outburst Syrenik grined. Moia's face suddenly and weirdly softened and her breathing slowed. This was not lost on Syrenik. An odd responce he noted. "So what can you tell me to get me started upon this job?" he simply and calmly stated. Moia's voice came out almost as a sweet wisper, "I was raised here in Tharbad, in the orphanage. I searched through the records that they had but I found nothing." Syrenik asked, " how old are you?" "I know not but the records go back some thirity winters" Moia responded. Syrenik noted that Moia did not look to be more than twenty five winters old perhaps less. "Thirity winters huh? Anything more that you could give to help us with this search?" Moia shook her head, "No, all I know is the orphanage and my name Moia". Syrenik Nodded, " I see, well then, there will be no payment demanded upfront. If nothing is found a charge will not be established but if suitable information is found you will be charged a fee." Moia nodded her agreement. She looked over her shoulder at Orion whom she had almost forgotten had come in with her. She glared at him, "If you speak a word of this to anyone I will tear your throut out do you understand me?" In a tone so threatningly and promising that no one who heard her doubted her intent.

Lady Igraine

21-12-2006, 07:12

Due to the coming festival in memory of Melkors contribution to the Great Song, the Chosen will be occupied with Church activities until the New Year. All members are encouraged to bring an Elf or Gondorian to temple for sacrifice and to take part in the festivities. This is not to say that we will not be active, but there will be no other official functions until the festival is complete.
Also, in other news, due to Saibeth's long absence from the Temple, with no news of her whereabouts, she will be temporarily suspended from the Council until her status can be established, we will therefore require a deputy Council member with the possibility of a permanant promotion. Any that wish this position will require a recommendation from a current Council member to be put forward for approval . If none are put forward there will be an open contest by combat that any Human or Numenorean member may enter if they wish the position . Please note Initiates may not enter, only full members. If none come forward someone will be appointed but I will be very disappointed if it comes to that.
May Melkor's darkness shroud your steps.
Your Beloved High Priestess
Igraine, Mistress of the Shrine

Lady Igraine

03-01-2007, 14:31

I know you have all been waiting for a chance to make the Gondorians pay for thier crimes and I am pleased to announce our plans our completed, a ship is prepared and our targets chosen. We will strike them hard and without mercy and all will have an opportunity for glory. All members that are not on other duties will be expected to take part.
Also in other news, I have just recently received a letter from the Master Smith of Mordor, he tells me he has recieved a supply of Mithril from our Moia that will provide for stronger weapons for Saurons army, we are pleased to see our members extending our influence and making useful allies.

//OOC This Saturday at 3pm GMT we will have our event in Gondor, for those that can make it, I would like to meet a half hour or so before on mIRC for a general discussion, thats #Melkor'sChosen. It would be nice to get some idea of the things our members would like to do.

DM_Olórin

10-01-2007, 14:00

nice to see so many good IC posts here folks :)

*the old man in grey has heard rumors of things forthcoming in the very near future*

Nightspell

11-01-2007, 17:25

Moias' meeting with Syrenik was brief, but he had given Moia everything she had asked him for. Even though he had found out more than what she had asked. He told her the tale of information that he had rehersed several times so that if a question would be forth comming his answer would simply be the same as his story. Moia, taking everything in, nodded a few times at certain details. He could see in her eyes that she was completely stunned by the news. He figured that he was going to have to repeat this story to someone so he made a mental note to commit it to memory. As everything unfolded Syrenik could see that she was fighting an inner conflicet. "Someting was about to happen with this one" he thought. Time for this meeting to end. He made a jesture for payment and Moia took out a bulging sack of coins and tossed it to him. Syrenik briefly looked inside with a smile. She had paid him more than he had asked for. He nodded toward the door and added "My dear I must ask you to leave. I have a trip comming and business to attend to." Moia nodded and walked away. She was filled with such inner turmoil that she had hardly knew that she had arrived in Western Tharbad just past the docks. She booked passage upon the only ship she knew would take her were she knew she had to go. Umbar. Lady Igraine was waiting for her, and she new it.

Nightspell

11-01-2007, 17:56

Moia walked into the temple looking wildly around. The fear she felt of being hunted had taken control of her. She knew her father, if he was still alive, quite possibly was here in Umbar. Does Lady Igraine know? Does she know who he is? As she waked closer to the door that held her future, her hand shook. She had nearly dropped the key she needed to unlock the door. Finally, somewhat gathering herself and calming her limbs, she opened the door and walked in. She was there!! Lady Igraine was sitting patiently upon her throne. "was she waiting here for me, how did she know I was comming?" Moia thought to herself. Moia strightened her posture so as to not appear weak and looked toward Lady Igraine. "Hello Moia." were the first words spoken. They seemed caring, sweet, and inviting. Moia visibly calmed. "Hello M'Lady" Moia responded. "I have news, news of information that you have requested of me." Igraine's eye sparkeled with inner delight at the promise of what she sought from this Blade of MelKor. "The Silversword has brought you news?" Moia nodded, "yes". Igraine, Lounged back into her throne and gave a wave bidding Moia continue telling all she found out. Moia looked Lady Igraine over. Noticing the obvious buldge of her belly. Her eyes shifted back to look Lady Igraine in the eyes again and began telling her story.

As Moia told Lady Igraine what she had found out, Igraine just nodded several times unsuprised by most of it. She had noted the several sudden changes in mood and posture that came over Moia as she spoke. "This one is truly troubled" she thought to her self as she began an inner smile. "Such a wounderful tool". Lady Igraine helped Moia to see what future she holds and understanding her Numenorian side of her bloodline. Explaining their past and intended future history, Lady Igraine had won over Moia with easy grace. She knew that this one would follow her orders without question.

As the time passed and the discussion topic had changed, Moia had begun to notice that Lady Igraine was becomming more and more uncomfortable. The time had come to leave, Moia knew. Looking again that Lady Igraine's swollen belly she had figured it would not be long now. Lady Igraine had told her approximately 80 more days, before the babe would come. As she nodded to Lady Igraine and bid her farewell, Moia's rage swelled. She would kill, yes, and she would quench her thirst for blood. One day, upon her father who had tried to kill her. Her revenge would be complete. Her last thoughts as she left the temple, " You should have killed me father. Now it is to late, the tables have turned. You are now the prey and I am the hunter. Prepair to die when I find you."

Lady Igraine

15-01-2007, 19:49

Great post Nightspell, please keep them coming. I would like to give a warm welcome to our newest Initiate Orion, please help him if you can and keep a watchful eye on him;) .

Now there are a few things I wanted to bring up. We have recently lost a member to a permanant ban who was caught cheating. I will not go into details so dont even bother to ask me, however this brings forward a point I may not have mentioned in the past.
As members of a guild, we are to be an example to the community in conduct and behavior, this is especially important because we are evil , and evils tend to be a more reckless group. I expect you all to try to be examples to others regarding following rules and your superior rollplay. I know we are not always at our best, and sometimes might look the other way when things happen, but I ask you all to try to put that extra effort into your play, not only will it make you look good , and the guild look good, but most importantly it will make me look good :) (I am joking). But seriously, we have become a very high profile group on the server in a short period of time and it seems inevitable to me that we will become examples to new players, specifically evils, so lets all try to be the best players/ community members we can be. If I hear of anyone cheating I will suspend and report them, so please dont do it, I hear alot.

On a more positive note, I would like to say you have all been doing a super job ! I think the rollplay level you have all shown is outstanding and you have begun to make an impression on the rest of Arda. I think at this point we have a quality bunch and will therefore be slowing down the membership process. I would like to see our current group solidify and be clear on who is with us and who isnt before we make any new moves regarding rank or position.
Also, due to erratic attendance I will be slowing down our weekly gatherings to bi-weekly. This will be less demanding on time and the staff and will perhaps make the events we do have more special. We will have some sort of function this weekend but I would like each of you to give me a time range that works for you so that we can accomodate as many as possible, I am hoping morning on my side of the pond and early afternoon on the other side works because our friend Gurg lives in Japan and the time difference is hard for him, but he can make early events. If you do not put a preffered time down do not complain to me about the time we do choose.
Also, if any of you have something you would like the guild to do, a story or plot idea feel free to mention it and we will try to follow up on it. Also any thought, suggestions or improvements that you may have, please bring them forward, we are a young guild, and still evolving and I know there must be things we can do better, but I am new to this and have been trying my best to make things as comfortable and interesting as possible for all of you.
Lastly, I would like to thank you all for your support and your enthusiasm, you have all made this guild experience very rewarding for me and I have no regrets regarding the time and energy I have put into it. I know it can be lonely as an evil, or you can run out of things to do, but you have all kept busy with plots and intrigue very becoming of servants of Melkor, please keep up the good work, and forgive me if I sound a tad serious, but I just want to lay the ground work now for our very bright future.

Your beloved High Priestess
Igraine

DM_Kev

15-01-2007, 20:25

My thanks to Melkor's Chosen for co-operating in the unfortunate matter above and for their intention to help promote honest and ethical play on our server.

Berry

16-01-2007, 16:24

((Hello all!

I just wanted to say I'm very sorry for missing so much of the awsome-to-hear events, due to my timezone and RL issues. I'm hoping I'll have more time soon, when my erm.. most annoying Japanese exams (>.<) end.

So once again, I'm sorry, and I hope to see you all soon and work much needed strife around the world. :) (Well, I just said that so don't mind it >.>)

-Berry))

DM_Olórin

20-01-2007, 02:56

It would seem that the strange sounds that have disturbed the rest of the grand vizier of Umbar of late have their source beneath his court. In the Chambers behind the shrine used by the Chosen, something has been happening...

Down below, one of the stone walls has been brought down stone by stone, revealing a forgotten stairway ending in an ancient stone door...

As to what agency opened this sealed stair and what lies beyond the eldritch portal it is not known... the strange pale men that have appeared in the chambers, seem to belong there... they call themselves "servants of the temple" yet no member of the Chosen has recruited them...

So the dreams began for the Misstress Igraine... Each night since the portal revealed itself in the chambers beneath...

the door opening in the dark... a shadow in the blackness beyond it... a voice... as old as the stones... a name uttered... Argûl...

OOC: feel free to regard the shrine, dungeon and common room areas as having always been there or merely as an expansion on what was there. It was intended as a revamp :) The area beyond the locked stone door will, of course, be new to you.

misterroboto2

20-01-2007, 06:25

Indre sighed. The musicians were playing a slow, enthralling, song in the back of her "establishment" (as the authorities called it), thus making the clients extra comfortable. And everyone knows a man's genorisity is directly proportional to their level of comfort. That was the very basis of her trade, and she had mastered it over the years. She had even personally given that comfort in a past that seemed so distant to her. Indre was still a beautiful woman despite her relatively old age: time had surprisingly spared her body. She once had caught some of her girls gossiping about her in the leisure rooms; they were convinced that the mistress of the brothel had numenorean ancestors. Indre didn't bother to correct them: after all she didn't know much of her origins herself. She never felt the need to learn about them either. "The past is nothing more than a prison for the soul" was her philosophy.

She basked herself in the pleasant atmosphere of the House, trying to forget her financial woes for a moment. The administration work of such a complicated business would crush the sanity of most people. She wondered if she would have been happier had she remained a "working girl" for that fat excuse of a man, Trenos. She chuckled at the idea. Hell would have been more pleasant than being that man's slave. Administrative hell was the one she chose...

Suddenly, a cold breeze infiltrated the room. There was a certain discomfort spreading from person to person, clients and courtesans alike. No one could figure the source of their uneasiness, yet it continued to invade their hearts. Indre ordered her waitresses to fill everyone's glass and sent her bouncer/assassin investigate the matter. The latter returned after a short while, escorting a hooded figure. "This... man.... wishes to speak to you, Madam", the bouncer announced while keeping a nervous hand over her concealed dagger. Indre nodded and promptly started to examine the mysterious figure. She had always prided herself in her ability to probe people and figure out their motive using her sharp, analytical mind. The air seemed darker around the man, almost as if his mere presence negated light itself. His eyes gleamed under his hood, returning her penetrating gaze. Yet....Indre felt something oddly familiar about him.

"How may I help you, sir?", she asked in a professional tone, the one she used to negotiate with difficult clients. The man scoffed : "Yes, yes you can, my dear Indre". His voice sounded like rusted metal grating against a hard surface. The lady frowned; she didn't quite appreciate his familiarity, even though it seemed almost... appropriate. "Do I know you?", she barked. "I see you haven't change at all... not after all these years. You must be of Our blood after all", he replied with a wry grin, taking no notice of her frustration. Indre surrepetitiously crossed her arms, giving her bodyguard the signal to stand ready to eliminate this rude visitor.

"Ah, where are my manners? I suppose you don't recognize me lin my present form..." , he said, slowly taking off his hood. Even with the strong self-control she had acquired over the years of tough negociation her facial expression immediately betrayed her shock.

Blood dripping from a knife. A knife she holds in her hands. A knife slowly cutting it's way through a fat man's innards. Trenos' body clumbsily fell on the floor, showing as much grace as had thoughout his life. Tears. She felt tears creeping their way to her neck, her exposed bosom. Tears of liberation, tears of guilt. Those were intertwined in her mind. A long awkward pause. She suddenly felt a pair of arms embracing her lovingly and a mouth kissing her hair. A whisper in her ears: "Everything will be fine. I'll take care of it. Let yourself go.". She tensed herself at his touch until she recognized his voice, his scent, his touch.

"Manôzir", she whispered, lost in thoughts. Mistaking her boss' expression for a signal to attack, the bouncer drew her dagger and positionned herself to stab the undesirable element's lungs. Before she could even approach him, the man quickly turned around to face her and, with a single intensive gaze, he drained all her life force, leaving her unconcious body on the ground.

Manôzir had always been Indre's strangest customer. He came to Trenos' establishment quite often and would almost always ask for her services yet he would never demand her to "seal the deal", so to speak. He would entertain her, give her a good time and never ask anything in return. Why was taking such an interest on her? The man was relatively rich, he could have gotten any woman if he wanted. At first she thought the young fool was in love with her, but this impression subsided as he also repeated the same routine with other girls. Was it pity? She loathed pity. She yearned to become independant and to not be anyone's slave. She didn't need an idiotic noble's pity! Love or pity, neither motive suited well with her... yet she continued to go out with him.

She became accustomed to these outings and came to see them as a well-earned relief. That same odd man had taken her defence that fateful night when Trenos confronted her, accusing her of the harlot's gravest sin: Love. Manôzir had physically intervened, but he was no match for the 300 pounds of muscle and fat that was Trenos. Without thinking, Indre had grabbed the nearest sharp object and terminated the life of the one who had made hers miserable. But Trenos' disappearance would not go unnoticed, she knew it. The fat man had a very large network and many "friends". She was a dead woman and she knew it. Yet... that noble kept clinging to her, promising security and absolution. She finally let herself go and accepted his confort.

Indre's stern expression soon returned. Before she could even open her mouth the man declared in an almost laughing manner: "Don't worry, I merely stunned her for a while. I wouldn't want to deprive you of your best bodyguard, now would I?". Indre squinted and asked: "No matter. Are you here on business or pleasure?". "Both", he replied. "Then follow me to my room", she ordered him. She turned her attentions to the clients and courtesans assembled around the scene. "Please return to your previous occupation. Everything is under control. The food is free for the next hour!". The mage and the lady entered a comfortable room, leaving the cheering crowd behind them.

"I thought you were...", Indre started to whisper as Zel closed the door. "Dead? Oh you shouldn't believe every rumour your "employees" tell you! No. That would be too simple, too easy.", the man replied cynically. "Rumours? Gilt... I mean the Grand Vizier... had declared you dead. Executed for killing your own...", she retorted. Zel let out a hateful snort "Wouldn't _he_ like that?". He sighed. An awkward silence followed. The mage took a musty piece of paper and threw it on her table in a blunt manner. "I want you to ask your girls about these people.". Indre let out an indignated groan. "Why would I do that? What do I owe you after all these years of absence?". Zel glared at her. "Do I really remind you how you came to be madame Indre? How I foiled the authorities and used every ounce of my influence to have the fat man's "friends" look the other way? You owe me and you know it! But I'm not heartless. I know of your money woes. Our church is very rich, I'm sure we can afford having outside informants. A thousand golds for every believable piece of information you may find. Isn't it fair?". Indre frowned and shouted "I don't need your pity! If you want monetary compensation for your past services...". "Oh, but you do need it. You always have. You had no qualms about accepting it in the past and I suggest that you stop having them now." His eyes softened for a moment. "It would be better for both of us if you accepted...".

Another awkward pause took place as they looked at each other. "Fifteen hundred per piece and a thousand more for the lost business you undoubtedly caused me tonight". The sorceror smiled. The same smile Trenos had while he was beating her, Indre noticed. Zel turned around, raised his hood and put his hand on the doorknob before saying: "Oh, and one last thing. Manôzir is dead. I am called Zelerdor Blackgarden now. It would be in your best interest to remember it in the future.". The man left the Brothel as silently and suddenly as he had entered it.

When she came to her senses, the bouncer quickly rose to her feet, ready to attack the necromancer only to find a near empty brothel. The sun had risen and the mage was long gone. She walked toward her mistress' room to beg her forgiveness for her incompetence. As she grabbed the doorknob a strange sound came to her ears. That sound petrified her as surely as the sorceror's gaze. It was the sound of Indre's crying. It hadn't been heard in over forty years. The bouncer shook her head and ran outside. One can only take so much nonesense in a day...

Lady Igraine

04-02-2007, 15:56

Sister Nella could hear the sound of the horse on the cobblestone in the courtyard below and was immediately alert, who would come at this late hour ? she wondered . Sister Nella quickly dressed to go greet her visitor, and ambled down the dark stair to the entrance. Nella opened the door a small bit and glanced at the person before her, a hooded woman with a small bundle, how odd. Sister Nella opened the door and assumed her mantle of pride and arrogance
" Why do you disturb Melkor's house at this late hour ? " she sneered.
The woman removed her hood to reveal her black hair, pale skin, and ice blue eyes, it was Igraine. Nella quickly wondered if she was in danger, had she come for revenge ? Nella thought she had always been kind to Igraine, beating her less than the others and giving her the odd extra apple, perhaps she had not been kind enough.
"Igraine" she stammered, her arrogance quickly reduced to friendliness, " Why have you come ? "
Igraine stepped into the small Abby with familiarity and confidence, she looked about recalling a time long ago, I time before she knew the hard ways of the world, it had not been so bad. Her parents had sent her at the age of 8, she had remained until 20 working her way past jealous priests , they had made her strong here. She unwrapped the bundle to reveal the small babe with black hair and soft blue eyes, she was clearly newborn and premature.
" I have a favor to ask Nella " looking down at the old woman whom she had hated and loved. " I need someone I can trust. I need you to care for this child. "
Nella could sense the seriousness of the matter, she had heard the rumors Igraine was pregnant, the child must be hers, but why the secrecy ?
" And why would I do that ? " said Nella, sensing an advantage, a chance for profit. " I am a busy woman you know Igraine. "
Igraine regarded the woman, her face gradually growing colder and harder, her eyes captured Nellas gaze , she was quickly unsettled for Nella could see the power and hatred that fueled this woman.
"Forget I asked " she stammered. " We are pleased to help a fellow member of the church.
"Good, I would have been most disappointed. " she said, her threat not so unveiled.
"You will be well payed, and I shall see to the upkeep of this place, it has become quite run down. " The Abby was hundreds of years old and had seen many masters.
"You are not to spoil the child, but no harm is to come to her either, she is to be a weapon of Melkor. " Igraine handed the woman a small gem bag. " This will more than cover your needs, I shall send the same amount every year until the child is 10. "
Nella took the bag and opened it, sapphire and diamonds, this task must come with danger she thought.
" Send me regular word on her progress, see that she is strong, and tell no one where this child came from. " she commanded. " Any questions ? "
Nella considered refusing the task, what would the price be ? Her Abby had not been pressured by the Temple in Umbar as many of the others had, her Independence had not yet been threatened, now she knew why, if she refused she would not be here much longer, she sighed.
" What is the girl to be called ? " Nella asked, resigned to her fate, the gains would be welcome, perhaps this was a blessing ?
" Isolde" Igraine said. She replaced her hood and began to move toward the door, she stole one last glance at her child "treat her as if she were Melkor's own." she walked through the door back into the courtyard.
Nella took the child in her arms and walked to the door to watch Igraine, she had changed alot, Nella smiled with pride, she had done well, perhaps too well. Nella could see Igraine mount her white steed and ride out of the courtyard, she felt relieved, as if a storm had just past. She regarded the child, she looked into the small face that had an odd expression, was that contempt ? Nella shook her head and headed for the stairs, she would need a nursemaid in the morning. " We will make you big and strong Isolde, Old Nella will take good care of you. " the child was unconcerned.
Igraine rode back to Umbar regretting the separation but knowing it was necessary, the child was not safe there, and none could know she lived, certainly not Zelerdor, or the Vizier. Her "miscarriage" had been necessary to give her time, Isolde would need at least 30 years before she was strong enough to claim her inheritance, and until then Igraine was well placed to see to her future.

Lady Igraine

16-02-2007, 01:38

To his Highness the Grand Vizier of Umbar,
My Lord, a tremendous opporunity has recently presented itself which will enable us to further extend the influence of our great nation. I and members of the Church were recently in Laketown to investigate rumours of willd magic causing strange activity in that region. While chatting with a guard at the gate I learned that an attempt was being made to forge a formal alliance between the men of Laketown, the Wood Elves and perhaps even the Dwarves in Erebor. The nature of this alliance is to further common defense, a subject of some interest. This alliance however is by no means complete and is even now part of an on going negotiation, as I understand it. Seeing the opportunity I presented myself to the King as an emissary of Umbar, offering him your best wishes and friendship. As a sign of your friendship, I offered to solve the problem of this unstable magic, something we had intended to look into anyway. Brand was both pleased and impressed, so much so that I have been given a pass for that gate that will allow us to escape scrutiny when entering the town, allowing me to use my Bloodfangs for this task. I intend to attempt this undertaking when I have your consent to do so in your name, I made it clear we were very much against thier alliance and it may have bearing on the future relationship of our cities. The king seemed mindful of this fact and I suspect open to strengthening our relations with them. If you give your consent your Highness, I wll begin building this bridge between our nations. Also, as I understand it, a large part of the tension between these men and the Wood Elves stems from the high price of trade with said elves. I suggest we begin trade to cover all things the elves have traditionally provided them perhaps even at a small loss to ourselves, this will show the King that we are the better friends and that the elves only seek to use them for thier own interests. I think an opportunity for military gains could very well present itself, and we may wish to consider sending troops to "aid" the Lakemen. We could likely build a fort and begin a build up with thier full cooperation, perhaps even thier blessing. this could result in thier eventual place as a vassal state to our Great Umbar, or perhaps even a full out conquest, though as willing allies they would be more useful and less trouble. I have sent this letter by courier with hopes of a timely response that we may act quickly, I wait near laketown with my forces awaiting your commands. Please forgive my presumption but the situation required immediate action and my only goal was to extend your greatness.
Your Loyal Subject
Igraine

Lady Igraine

16-02-2007, 01:39

My Dear Mistress,
I have, as you requested, begun to establish myself in Tharbad. It has been a tedious task but it has begun to show fruit. I have met many interesting individuals that serve our many enemies and in most cases have begun to build useful ties, I will leave it to you and the Council to set the priority.
The one that will no doubt interest you the most is a Knight of Gondor by name of Gearfast. I have learned much of the sorry state of the Knights through him in a short time. To begin, they continue to conceal thier nature when in Tharbad, clearly tension between the two has continued as we had hoped. The Knighthood it seems is dispersed about Arda seeking to make allies and earn favour with other kingdoms,though thier numbers are now greatly reduced. This Gearfast is responsible for a shipment of Mithril reaching Minas Tirith for the purpose of making greater armour for thier troops, he must be punished for this. I have taken the steps to have him captured that you might question him in person.
The next is a Dunedain named Lance. This one has ties to many elves it seems and through him I have had the disgusting company of a few of the pointy eared devils. Lance is deeply opposed to our cause but is simple enough to be useful. He knows me as Anna the smith, my new identity in Tharbad. To earn his trust I have helped him in a few minor task though some revealed some disturbing facts. I have set Lance apon the task of finding the secret behind the artifact we found in Rohan. He has used his influence to consult Elrond himself, but has yet to be able to learn anything beyond that it is a key of some sort. He is now in Gondor seeking further insight. this one has been focused and resourceful and has made a perfect pawn. I would almost consider drawing him to us but he has not responded to my romantic efforts and is too closely bound to the Elves to be swayed I believe. I will continue to use him until he suspects something.
While travelling with Lance I have learned that a spear of some minor power has been brought from Moria to aid the Rohirm cause. I have examined this weapon and feel it is of little concern beyond its symbolic value, which we cannot underestimate.It illistrates that the Dwarves and Men had long ago been friends, an unwelcome reminder. This weapon will prove formidable against Orcs but is of no concern to our Elite Umbarian forces. The wielder of this weapon is a simple Yavanite human called Beo. I believe he suffers from brain damage of some sort and could be easily manipulated if needed.
A second fact which provides more questions than answers is that I believe the elves have some sort of secret Order. I had the opportunity to examine the property of two of the wretches while they were unconcious, One, a pretty male named Glorfin, a Valar worshiper of some sort, and an annoying female called Elenuiel, another Yavanite. Both shared exact broaches with the same design though they are of different tribes and clearly had no romantic ties. The Broaches seem to give the wearer clearer sight into the nature of artifacts, I am certain they were made by a smith of uncommon skill, and enchanted by nothing less than a Wizard. Work of this quality would be unatainable for us even if Khor Zelerdor and myself devoted the rest of our lives to it. I know little of the Order, if that is in fact what it symbolizes, but I have enclosed the pattern on the broach that we may watch for others with like items, I believe that is all we can do for now, I dare not ask Lance of it, for they would no doubt reject his enquiries and seek to find the source of his interest, it may well be something as trivial as a poetry club or it may be far more sinister, though both clearly wished them to be concealed, so I will suspect the latter.
Another person of note is a potential operative, her name is Krystell. She is clearly a person of the streets, skilled in both stealth and clever tactics, the very sort we need. She has shown an eagerness to work though to date her motive seems to be gold. She is quite young but has a sickeningly sweet demeanor which would no doubt disarm most men. She seems to lack discretion but is a quick learner. It will take some time to puzzle this one out as she hides her true thoughts behind a cheerful , niave demeanor. She has however shown me results, I sent her to dispatch the fools in Chetwood that you had steal the harp, she did so without hesitation and enthusiam even uncovering some evidence against the man Ferney in Bree. I will send this to you to do as you wish, Ferney has been useful to date but it is always good to have leverage. At present I have her following some people more as a test than anything, if she is successful, I shall begin to lay the groundwork for her to come under Moia's direction, I suspect they will work well together, and she would contrast nicely with Moia's hostile exterior.
At this point I have little else to add beyond a disturbung trend I have seen. These Yavanites seem to be growing in number , I have had the misfortune of meeting 3 in less than a month, all with gifts from that accursed Valar. I do not know what is behind this, but I am concerned that perhaps Yavanna has taken a greater interest in the affairs of Arda, something that does not bode well.
Enclosed is my quarterly donation of 5000 Umbarian Eagles, and the Valuable Harp. I would offer more but most of my funds are now tied up in the inventory my cover requires, if more is required I can free up funds when needed.
Your Loyal Servant
Illyanna

Nightspell

16-02-2007, 16:12

Finding herself in Dol Guldar Moia is overcome with an uncontrolable compulsion to Kill. Though she is able to restrain herself from killing thoes within Dol Guldars walls, upon leaving she stumbles upon an outpost of elves. Without warning or provocation she attacks, slautering them with ease. Her bloodlust in full heat she seems unable to stop herself from killing everything in sight. Continuing through the Mirkwood she happens upon several more encampments of elves, again with the same results. A complete massicure. As she continues to wander into Illithen she is again attacking unsuspecting elves. Though they prove to be of much greater skill they are still no match for Moia's bloodlust. She cuts them down. An elf almost dead is stumbled upon by a companion who went into the woods to scout out the surrounding area. He begs the other elf to tell him what happened or who did this. The dieing elf could only point twords Gondor and gurgle "A blade of death".... His eyes glazed over and he died. News of the slaughter has traveled. And though it does not concern them over greatly a resounding yet disturbing fact has crept into the minds of others within the family of Melkores Chosen...... Moia has not been seen in quite some time, and the last time she was seen, it was leaving Dol Guldar in the direction of Illithen. By the reports of the orcs who saw her leave they could say ony this, " I's dared not goes near dat one, she'd had da look a killen in her eye". When asked to elaborate on this they only said that her eyes nearly glowed red, as almost if her eyes were so blood shot the entire whites of her eyes could no longer be seen.

Nightspell

21-02-2007, 20:47

While meandering through the Mirkwood, a lone orc from Dol Guldar venturing out to invistigate the area and to collect suplies suddenly heard the clang of swords clashing. He crept closer, carefully, to see who was battling He was awed to see a woman in black armor, one he had seen many times before in the presents of powerful allies, fighting another, shorter, fighter. He thought to aid the one in black when the fight suddenly ended. The woman in black defeated. He kept his hiding place for he knew that elfs occupied the area and fearing a confrontation with them and this obviously powerful fighter, which he completely suspected to be an elf. After the fighter gathered up the woman in black, and he noted that she was still alive, left. He moved away from his hiding place and made his way back to Dol Guldar to make a report of his findings. He thought to himself he would be rewarded well for this.

Lady Igraine

24-02-2007, 06:30

Igraine walked with torch in hand, down the narrow, damp stairway in a procession of 12 others, all dressed alike in black hooded robes. The sound of a drum echoed up the passage as the thick smell of incense slowly overwhelmed her senses. They entered the chamber and the heat from fires and human bodies filled her as it all came into view. The ancient hall was packed with patrons, all scantily dressed in expensive garments , the like of which had not been seen in the place that was now Umbar in hundreds of years. This seemed quite right to her, though the scene was of another time. The crowd stood watching , captivated by the activity at the alter, the half naked acolytes danced a lustful story, of need, passion, power and fear. The energy could be felt to rise as the intensity increased, then came the sacrifice, a naked elf maid, age unknown, and unimportant, The Lord of the Night would be fed and reward his faithful flock. The Elf shrieked in terror at the sight before her, knowing her fate. Dragged while struggling with every last bit of strength, a useless waste of her final moments, she was thrown on to the alter and tied with red silk chords. The drums grew louder, the dance more frantic, sex acts began erupt throughout the chamber as the High Priest produced the knife that had seen this picture for almost an age. The shouts, moans, screams and laughter all erupted in a blend of chaotic noise, the knife came down with lightning speed.
Igraine woke covered in sweat, again the dream. She sat up and rang a bell and began wiping the sweat from her forehead, for five nights now she had had this vision, always the same. The adept arrived quickly
"Yes Mistress ?" the young woman asked .
" Water with lemon, now ! " Igraine bellowed.
"Yes Mistress. " She bowed and made quickly for the kitchen, not wishing to endure the wrath of her angry patron.
Igraine dressed knowing full well she would not sleep any more that night, just as she hadn't the last five. She examined herself, pleased her figure had returned, though the dark circles that haunted her eyes were getting...unattractive. No matter, seldom did men see the woman anymore . The girl returned and poured the water from an elegant pitcher, squeezing the cut lemon by hand into the glass.
"Is there anything else Mistress" the girls timid voice asked.
"No dear, return to your duties." Igraine replied in an almost affectionate voice.
The girl was from a good family, to abuse her would be to squander a resource. Igraine hated waste. No matter, she had work she could do. Igraine lit a candle and began the walk to her study, wondering how her scattered flock was doing. She had not heard from Moia in some time, and this concerned her. Moia was carefree, but still very devoted,and quickly becoming one of Igraine's favorites. Moia had the freedom to act with her impulses, Igraine hadn't had that luxury in some time, but such was her fate, a small price.
She set the candle on her desk and looked at the stack of letters, Illyanna, Aine, Saibeth, all required replies, all were valued. She took out the pen and began to ponder her letter to Aine, the poor child was unhappy with Master Silversword, he liked books more than her affections, could he really be Berevals grandson ? Igraine tried to set her self interest aside to form her reply, her relationship with the young priestess one of the few in her life that was not calculated. The girl naturally looked up to a High Priestess of her chosen Lord Melkor, Igraine would not abuse this position of trust, though it tempted her greatly.
"Dear Aine " she began. " I regret that I have not been to Tharbad in some time, but many pressing matters detain me. " should she invite her to visit ? It would be best if she was not in Tharbad when Illyanna's plan was to be completed.
The temperature dropped, a whisper filled the room. Igraine looked as the candle swayed, the window was closed ? She set the quill down and stood up, on guard, looking everywhere, she was not alone. Was that the faint sound of drums she heard ?
She then felt the presence, it had passed her defenses, impossible ! A greenish mist began to slowly rise in the room. Instinctively she began prayers of protection, no force would harm her in Melkor's Hall, in her home. The mist gathered and began to take shape, was it a man ? A spirit ? Slowly the shape took form, that of a man, that of the priest that had held the knife in her dreams.
" Igraine " it whispered.
" What is the meaning of this ? Who are you ? " her outrage and lack of fear quite apparent, the spirit was not to be intimidated.
" I am in my time what your are in yours " it replied.
Her eyes narrowed, how could it be here, few forces could exceed her powers, was this some trick of Elrond ? he should not know who she is ?
As if reading her thoughts the spirit whispered. " Your wards are formed to keep thing out oh Mistress of the Shrine, but I come from within. "
Her mind raced, why would an ancient priest come back to speak with her now, it could not mean her harm, she relaxed. Igraine sat back down in her chair and took a sip of water, it clearly had a message, and she would gladly listen. They spoke for the remainder of the night, the undead priest had flourished in a different time, when Melkor was not yet know by his true name. The place that was now Umbar had a rich history, changing hands many times over the years, chiefs, kings and finally Viziers, and yet the spot where the shrine was had always been sacred. Now many years later the great temple Igraine had seen in her dreams lay buried beneath her very shrine, but the activity above, the blood and suffering , had resonated below, and awakened the old priest from an ancient slumber. The priest showed her an opening, an ancient door that had exposed itself, right next to her study, and with it came key. The priest wanted nothing more than to see the old glory of his former hall restored, for blood to be spilled again, for cries of pain to echo in its halls. Igraine promised she would honor this great heritage, and hoped to unlock secrets long lost. But first , an suitable offering must be found, for the temple would have to be consecrated anew. Hmm, would her Gondorian prisoners be enough ? No , she must have some elves......

// OOC Special thanks to Olorin for the amazing changes to the Shrine and Umbar, we promise they wont go to waste, and thank you to the all staff for the many types of help, support and encouragement we have been getting.

Cindi Angelheart

25-02-2007, 18:16

My Mistress,
I send this letter in the hands of the young Harad woman named Krystell. She has for some months now been working for me in a variety of tasks, playing a vital role in the Tharbad operation now well underway. I have found her resourceful, efficient and eager to please and have no doubt you might make something profound of her. She has just recently been released from custody in Rivendell, a victim of Moia's rash violent impulses, but this I must explain. From what I have gathered, Moia and Krystell were together in the region of that wretched Valley for which we have yet to find a solution. It would seem they encountered a one man patrol and Moia's nature took over, she killed the pointy eared devil. While this is a cause for some celebration, it has set about a chain of events that moved very quickly, the result being the capture of Moia, Krystell and Kix, a woman who I have used in the past, I will tell you more of Kix later.
Krystell being in a helpless position revealed my name, and some tasks that she had done for me, including the matter in the Shire, though she says they no very little of that. At first I was upset that she had compromised me, but upon reflection can see that she in fact did quite well for us. No matter that the Elves know my name, they are powerless to act in Tharbad and the girl did provide some rare insight into the Valley which has thus far eluded us.
We know now that Elrond is still present in the Valley, though that is of little surprise. We know he has a female jailer named Marlynna who is reportedly exceedingly cruel, Krystell would much like revenge on this one. Also, an Elf named Elenuail was instrumental in the capture of Kix and Krystell and appears to be their fugitive hunter, another we will have to see to when the time is right, I have met this harlot and am certain she would be of little challenge to any of our warriors. I believe the girl has much more information buried within her , but I did not wish to overwhelm her after her terrible ordeal.
She has seen some of the Valley and been in Elrond's very presence and now is driven for revenge, a quality you know well how to harness.
I would like to add the girl went through great length to avoid being followed before coming to me to inform me of what has happened, were it not for her diligence she might well have fled, fearing my wrath, but she did not. We would not know of Moia's unpleasant fate and I have rewarded her well for her work. It is with that in mind that I send her to you with recommendation to join our number, I have told her something of our Order and she seems drawn to us like a moth to flame, I shall leave the rest to your judgment.
The matter of Kix is far more complex, I employed her to take something to Ferney some time ago, she seemed to have qualms about the act and concerns that harm would come of it, I altered her memory that she would not recall and can only hope that this is not undone by the devils of the Valley. That Kix was also captured seems strange to me, I think she should be captured for further questioning, she may well have played a larger roll than we know.
Also, the simpleton Ranger Lance that I have been using these last few months now knows that I am no common smith, and will likely seek revenge of some sort for being used as a pawn, it is no matter, he has been kept away from Tharbad long enough for me to get a great deal of my work done, soon things will start. I do regret that I did not get the time to use him against the Dunedain but perhaps in another time we can see to that.
Lastly, I have informed our friends in Tharbad to spend some time away from the city, I have given your invitation to Aine and she will be in Umbar shortly, I hope to complete the operation by the next full moon . I have seen that adequate protections will ensure I do not share the same fate as the fool that developed this process, it amazes me he could stumble on such a thing in the first place, but we should thank our good fortune.
On a more personal note, the information you have provided me on Moia has surprised me greatly. I must confess I have very mixed feelings on the matter, but it is a small matter to have my father delivered to Moia, if we see her again. He should pay for betraying my mother and is now dead to me.
I will await your direction on what to do about Moia, we cannot leave her in the hands of Elrond for she holds far more information than Krystell did, and I would not see you compromised.
Your Loyal Servant
Illyanna

Lady Igraine

13-04-2007, 06:36

Riders go out all over Arda in search of the Chosen, a letter given to each.

" The Initiate known as Krystell is Excommunicated until further notice. She is to lose all privileges and rights , if any encounter her, demand her key and that she report to Umbar in earnest. She is not to be treated harshly, nor with kindness. I also invite you all to Umbar that we may gather and discuss our future, for Gondor has had it too easy and those wretched elves must pay. "

Your Beloved High Priestess
Igraine

OOC, we are hoping to gather this Sunday early afternoon EST and early evening to our friends in the UK. All members are encouraged to come, prospective new members are invited to visit the church.

Cindi Angelheart

17-04-2007, 03:53

My Mistress,
Good news, By chance on my way to Isenguard just a few short days ago I encountered that wretched Ranger Lance, I defeated him in battle and tortured him but he would yield nothing of value. He is now digesting in the stomach of the Drake that lingers in the Misty Mountains, I calculate it will take 30 days for him to digest fully. Now that he has been removed, we may now focus on the elves that tortured my sister Moia. I hope this news pleases you.
Your Servant
Illyanna
Blade of Umbar

Nolëtáro

18-04-2007, 20:46

*tightly sealed with what appears to be human flesh, a letter is delivered to the Shrine in Umbar...*

Lady Igraine,

It has been some time since we have met. I have retreated to a small, desolate hovel, where I prepare myself to welcome the blessing of the Lord of the Dead Moon. I wish to meet you once more... for my condition has advanced slightly, and I wish to bring infection and suffering to the heathens of the West.

Signed;

Ynzakhêr

Lady Igraine

19-04-2007, 13:29

Ynzakhêr,
It has been some time since I have had word from you, and truth be known I had given you up for dead. It pleases me to hear that you are well and know that you are always welcome to visit the Temple. I am anxious to hear what mischief you have been up to, and would much like to know of your progress. I shall leave word with the Caretaker to grant you immediate audience when you arrive, if I am not present due to other business my assistant , the Priestess Aine will receive you, you may speak with her with all confidence. Many things are underway right now, an exciting new era has begun, and your skills would be of much value.
May Melkor shroud your path

Igraine

Lady Igraine

27-04-2007, 05:47

Due to the flood of those that have recently heard Melkor's call it is my intention that there be a gathering of our potential members and operatives. In that spirit I call that they come to the Shrine that they may meet and perhaps be tested. I await your arrivals with anticipation.

Igraine

//OOC this sunday 4pm GMT lvls 8-13 to meet in Umbar at the Shrine

Dakota Strider

09-05-2007, 16:40

High Priestess Igraine,

I would not presume to correspond with you in this method, if I had not uncovered something that is potentially of great importance. I was back in the city of Tharbad, keeping up my cover of being an entertainer at the Greyflood Inn. I arrived the night before I was scheduled to appear, and was greeting the regulars there who have come to know and trust me. It was then I saw Moia speaking with a young woman warrior name Dacia, who I have been using as a resource to help me complete some of my machinations I have been involved in this region. Dacia recognized me of course, and called me over.

I will not go into all the details of what Moia was dealing with in regards to Dacia, but as I have been in contact with the swordswoman for sometime, it would have seemed very suspicious to her if I had not joined her, and acted in the way she had always known me to be. I have a feeling this may have offended the Captain, but I feel it was vital for me to keep up appearances in this most strategic location. I will accept whatever penalty you deem necessary, however I hope my results will grant me some leniancy.

During the conversation that ensued, an elven lady, of obvious importance walked into the tavern. It was obvious she was looking for something or someone. Since it is rare such an elf arrives in Tharbad, let alone show up in the Greyflood, my curiousity was aroused, and I felt there was an opportunity to learn something important about our enemy. So, with the skills you so astutely recognized in myself, I went about setting the elf at ease, and started a conversation with her.

I learned her name is Validriel of the cursed elven stronghold known as Loth Lorien or the so called Goldenwood. She was in search of a hobbit named Bixby, who had information about a sword of apparent great power, that had this elf very concerned. I was able to set the elf at ease, by my speaking in the tongue of her people, and she divulged the markings on this weapon, that would enable it to be recognized. I cannot say that I noted any guile in this elf woman, but I would not presume to underestimate the enemy. If the symbols she drew for me are true, they could lead us to discovering this weapon, and depriving the elves of it. The symbols she showed me are (+)(x)(x)(+). I must say, they do strike me as being accurate, but in this place I am in now, I cannot do indepth research to ascertain exactly who they would lead to. She mentioned that these marks are similar to one found on a similar weapon that she seemed to be in possession of.

I of course, will expend all time I have available to me, to uncover this weapon, if it truly exists. As I said before, I could not detect any deception in this elf, but I would not put it past one of those devils.

Speaking of deception, Moia appeared very agitated by the appearance of this elf, and covered her head, and refused to speak. She would not speak of why later, nor did I feel it was my place to question her. However, for some reason, she felt it needed to give Dacia her true name, and Dacia spoke that name outloud in front of the elf several times. It seemed to me, that the elf did take some small interest in this, but she did not make an issue of it.

I am sure Moia had a good reason for telling this Tharbad commoner her name, as well as implying that both myself and the Blade Orion worked for her. I was in no position to deny it, but it now puts me in the uncomfortable position of trying to explain myself to someone who has proven to be a valuable tool, and who I had cultivated some trust with. I am sure that I can smooth this over, but it is my sincerest hope, that my cover is not blown needlessly in this area. I have shown with my ability to learn secrets from a high-ranking elf, there is much good to our cause I can do in these parts. But, I will leave that to your esteemed wisdom, of course. I am but your humble servant.

I shall keep you informed of any developments that I deem are of importance. In the meantime, I shall follow your directives and those you have placed above me. And of course, I shall follow my own initiative to learn whatever may aid us in vexing our enemy.

Your obediant servant,

Herald Ardamir

Lady Igraine

11-05-2007, 09:54

(long overdue) Revised Melkor's Chosen Members list

High Priestess

Igraine

Council of the Chosen

Kor Zelerdor-High Sorcerer

Kora Moia- Champion-Tharbad Lt.

Captain Irthan- Bloodfang Commander-Misty Mountain Lt.

Saibeth- suspended

Blades of Umbar

Orion-Bree Lt
Illyanna-Scribe-Laketown Lt.

Initiates

Aine-High Initiate-Priestess of Melkor
Ardimir-Herald
Raba
Ynzakhêr

Bloodfangs

Horse-Sgt Major-First Orc-Chief Jailer
Gurg
Morgie
Hrowlf
Urruz-Sum

Affiliates

Inzil

Agents

Shaheen
Kang

Johanna

19-05-2007, 11:08

The moisture in the air made her body damp with sweat, it was always like that after a rain shower and actually the heat and water didn’t bother her at all, she enjoyed it. She walked slowly. A merchant walked passed her with two young fair skinned slaves carrying heavy loads of fruit and vegetables, there gaze never left the stone they walked on.

She made the turns and passageways to the viziers’s court. A male guard open the door and bowed slightly when she passed, like they always did, and as always she didn’t care about it.
The giggle from some of the girls reached her and her eye twitched nervously at the sound. She had always hated the stupid girls within the halls, all there lies and untrustworthy rumours, it made her sick.

She continued with a little more haste in her steps so they wouldn’t use the moment to share some of the untruthfully hearsays. She had luck non of them even notice her entering.

Finaly entering the shrine a hint of a smile reached her face, the coolness of the air greeted her as home. The walk turned into something like a dance as she headed to the Antechamber. The place alone filled her with self content. Her eye twitched as she watched the big chair in the middle of the room, and she came to a stop. Slowly she walked to it and then made a turn around it letting her hand stroke the wood and its ornaments.

Something breathed down her neck and the shiver spread through her body like a cold rivulet of water. She only smiled.

‘I wish you where here’ she spoke out in the air, knowing she was not alone.

Her eye twitched again and she headed to the halls above.

Many repports had to be made, and specially about the annoying herald.

Lady Igraine

21-05-2007, 14:12

An encased letter is delivered to Aine from the hand of the Shrine Caretaker.

Aine,
I regret that my duties in Mordor have kept me away from Umbar far longer than I should like, but when the Mouth of Sauron speaks ones name it is best to listen. It is my hope that in due time you shall also know this honor and burden , however for now I would have you concerned with more earthly matters. Please write me a brief report on the Initiates under your charge, as well as your own activities since I have been gone. See that the Caretaker is given it sealed with with the Temple stamp after Moia has been given time to read it. This is a private matter and you will discuss it with none other than my Champion. As you are aware at the present time there is a vacant seat on the Council of the Chosen, I would know your thoughts on potential candidates, do not exclude yourself if you think your are worthy. It is my intention to fill this spot in the coming months. I trust that your studies continue to progress and that you have grown closer to Melkor in the months since you have come to Umbar and that your ties to Tharbad have been resolved, one way or another. I shall await your reply my child, but know you are loved and favoured by the Lord of Darkness and his High Priestess.

Igraine

Lady Igraine

26-05-2007, 10:04

Nella felt panic when she heard the scream, not again, Isolde ! She took her time walking from her study to the yard wondering who the girl was tormenting now, young Jarad no doubt. The courtyard looked far better now that the walls had been finished, the new garden and lush trees that had been planted were the final steps in restoring the ancient abby's dignity. Nella stepped out into what was now a familiar scene, Isolde sitting atop the frustrated young boy named Jarad, the son of the local lord.
" Say your sorry ! " shouted the angelic five year old girl whos big blue eyes were almost hidden by her dark black hair.
" I will not ! " Jarad said defiantly, he was determined she should learn to treat him with respect, like everyone else in the small town did, it puzzled him she seemed to think she was better than him.
She slapped him just before Nella scooped up the two, lifting both violently by the arm and shaking them .
" Isolde ! That is not how a young lady is to act ! " Nella said in a stern voice, she gave them both a shake and then dropped them on the cobblestones.
" He said my Dolly was ratty looking ! " the young girl said with a deeply serious expression.
" She said Papa was a minor landholder ! " young Jarad pleaded hating and loving her at the same time. They were the same age, he slightly older but unable to gain advantage from his slight size advantage. They had known each other most of their short lives of 5 years. Jarad's father owned the estate beside the abby, and much of the surrounding lands.
Nella looked between the two with a faint smile, were they normal children she would beat them. Sadly the parents of the two more or less controlled her world, but she did like children. She sighed.
" Jarad, you will go and help clean the stables. " the young boys attractive face turning to disappointment. He groaned inwardly, not only did his afternoon looked ruined, but now he would be parted from her, maybe he could steal her doll ? If he got the chance , then he would have the upperhand.
"Do not looks so pleased young miss, you will sweep the chappel." Nella said.
"At least I will not smell like horse poop ! " Isolde said trying to make the best of it.
" Thats enough from both of you, now run along ! "
Later that night as Nella brushed Isolde's hair before bed, the girl was full of questions.
"Nella, can I have a dagger ? " Isolde inquired as if asking for a dress.
"No, you cannot kill Jared. " Nella said smiling inwardly at the frown on Isoldes face.
" But he is mean to me ! " she said convinced it was a reasonable request.
" And you are mean to him, arent you ? " Nella asked.
"Only when he pulls my hair and things. " Isolde answered believing it.
" You did kill his dog dear. " Nella said, enjoying the soothing ritual of brushing her hair, the girl would be a beauty, making her mother look common.
Isolde considered this .
" He did not like that very much did he ? " she said without remorse.
" No dear, he didnt " Nella answered putting the silver brush down on the dresser.
" When will I see my Mother Nella ? " Isolde asked, something she asked weekly.
"When she send for you dear. " Nella answered as she had countless other times.
" When will I see Aunty Inzil or Kora Moia again ? " Isolde asked, even at her age she could tell they were special people.
" I don't know dear, I would think within the year " Nella replied picking her up and setting her into bed. She had enjoyed the former meeting far more than the latter.
"Are they really my aunts Nella ? " Isolde asked for the first time.
" That would depend on who your father is dear. " Nella replied considering the same thing herself. " Kora Moia isnt, she is a good friend of your mothers. Inzil ? For her to be your aunt your father would have to be..." she shuddered.
" Who Nella ? Who ? " Isolde asked, never having gotten this close before.
" Kor Zelerdor ." Nella said with dread. " A very powerful Sorcerer . " Nella had never met the man, but knew enough that she did not wish to.
"Is he my father Nella ? " she asked thinking such a magical father would be delightful.
" I do not know dear, there are rumours.... " Nella said knowing she had said too much.
"Please tell me Nella ! " she demanded.
Nella considered her answer, she didnt know for herself, it would be best not to mislead her.
She tucked Isolde in and said " I am sure your father is someone very powerful dear, it may be why you are here, no more can I tell you. " Nella took a ceremonial dagger out from under her robes, its scabbard covered in gems of small value. Nella recently had received a mithril one, the case covered with diamonds and done in fine gold, a gift from Igraine.
" Here my dear, this is a sacrificial dagger , blessed for Melkor. " she handed it to her hoping to change the subject.
Isolde's eyes opened wide, her face filled with delight and wonder. She took the dagger studying it close, she frowned.
" What is the matter dear ? " Nella asked puzzled.
" The stones are cheap " she said matter of factly as she slipped off to sleep hugging the dagger, with thoughts of giving Dolly's hair an extention with some help from Jarad.

Dakota Strider

29-05-2007, 05:09

addressed to High Priestess Igraine

Your Grace,
I am pleased to report that I am making progress in tracking down the location of this blade I had first brought to your attention. Trying to find a single hobbit in this region is not a simple task, but I have persisted in my search and it has recently bore fruit. The hobbit in question, I have learned is a patroller of the Shire borders,travelling between places such as North Moor and Tighfield. This Bixby seems to be a collector of blades, so I believe I shall be able to entice him out of the wilderness, by taking a collection of my own blades into the area he is known to roam, and let it be known in the Shire I am trading in rare swords.

I also would like to let you know, that besides my pursuit of this matter, I have along with Priestess Aine, been observing the activities of the Wizard Saruman. We have gained his trust by volunteering to oversee some of his pursuits which we have accomplished with little effort. However, besides providing to be a minor nuisance to our enemy, I doubt that Saruman will ever live up to his own delusions of grandeur. But, surprisingly, he does have a following of more then just the orcs he lords over. Priestess Aine and I have witnessed several that were willing to lick his boots. Some of these had some skill, but they are unbelievers of the True God. I shall await your word, on how you wish for us to deal with them.

Your loyal servant
Herald Ardamir

Lady Igraine

30-05-2007, 14:45

The following letter is delivered to all Melkor's Chosen members when they next encounter the Caretaker of the Shrine.

My Children,
At the end of the next month it is my intention that one Initiate be promoted to the rank of Blade. At present, 3 of the 4 present Initiates have shown sufficient devotion to be considered for such an honor, the exception being Ynzakhêr who's activities are unknown to us (see members list if needed). Only those put forward by a full member will be considered by the Council so I advise all members to watch for them, and all Initiates to be noticed. We are looking for leadership, initiative, and devotion. If none posses these qualities in sufficient strength we shall find others that do. Initiates, do what you must to distinguish yourselves at this time.

On an unrelated matter, the time for annual tithes has come, Khor Moia will be collecting them, please give generously.

Your Beloved High Priestess

Igraine

Johanna

01-06-2007, 14:03

The pain in her temple left it self a reminder of things from the past, her eye twitched and she closed both for a moment. Her hand touched the surface of the pond in Isengard. The water tickled it like a feather but the cold stung like needles. She heard the rasp of stone moving under a foot and she knew who it was even before he announced his presence. She waited and he greeted her.

[Act surprised Aine]

She turned.

“Oh, its you...”

She watched him for a moment. He talked and she answered

[Think]
A sting in her temple made her eye twitch and she turned her face to wards the tower in Isengard.

[there is only one lord]
“There is only one lord Ardamir” the words left her mouth.

He looked at her for a moment before the question came.
“What is it you long for Aine?”

[There is only one lord Aine, only one…]
“Power”
[Good answer girl]

Ardamir said her thoughts,
“Good answer”

Here eye twitched.

Dakota Strider

04-06-2007, 13:58

The following entry is made in Ardamir's private journal and is encrypted in a complex code

She wants me to prove I am trustworthy. Something not so easily given, as to do that means I open myself to having to trust her in turn. And why do I actually care if this particular priestess trusts me, instead of just telling her what she wishes to hear? What draws me to this woman? I fear its more then the chance to share in the power, the two of us could obtain working together. Although, the obvious complementing of each other's blessings that the True Lord grants us cannot be ignored. But, the question remains, if I do what is needed to gain her trust, can I trust her in return? Giving up the trysts with different women, would be a drastic change in lifestyle, but would it really be a sacrifice? To be honest, the challenge has long been gone. The excitement of being around this woman, I have a hard time to explain, but there is no questioning it is more then just the challenge she presents. Is it the mystery that surrounds her? It seems obvious she is dealing with some past pain, and strangely, I have found myself concerned for her well-being. I feel as if part of me wants to get closer to her, and learn more. Another part warns me to stay away, before she can cause me harm. Yet, it seems as time goes on, I find more reasons to ignore this voice. Time will tell whether I regret that or not.

Johanna

11-06-2007, 17:47

The song remained in her head, the song that Rab sang that day, in the background of her head it remained as a humming whisper. She remembered it well, every little detail in the flow of notes, like water. Every word. Words she heard when she was a little girl.

“The battle that with horror grim,
Had madly ravaged life and limb”

She looked around to see if Moia was coming. And adjusted herself to a better position in the saddle. The words echoed in her head.

“Had scupper drenched with human gore
And widowed many a wife was o'er”

She mumbled “Drenched with human gore” and a small chuckle left her from inside the helmet.

“The voyage, that had been long and hard
But that had yielded full reward”

Ardamir halted to watch the road ahead standing in his stirrups, and she watched him with a slight smile.

[What you think Aine…?]

She bit her teeth together

“And bought each sailor to his friend
Happy and rich was at an end”

Johanna

22-06-2007, 10:14

She turned her head once before she left them, Igraine looked tired. So many words had been said that wasn't spoked out loud, in conflict they were battering her head. “Open doors you didn’t know existed”.
A little sound left her when she ignored the thought. Aine was both happy and dissatisfied at the same time.
As she walked to her little room in the back of the shrine another song was forming in her head, one she heard at the docks when she arrived.

“None can fight the power none can fight the wind
Secrets of all life and death are carried there within”

She lit the candle on her desk and opened a book, and started to read.

”Call out to the power of the darkness and light
Have dominion of Arda be lord of all the night”

She took the fetherpen and started to write something down over the lines in the book.

”Kill all those who stand against you look into their eyes
Drink their blood and laugh as they pay for all their lies”

[Would you Aine? Would you do that?]
“No.. I would not” she halted her writing for a moment and then continued.

“The power in the darkness to see without my sight
Walk among the living free of wrong and right
The power of the demons spirits I command
Always by my side to serve the master's plan”

She looked up at the ceiling and her hand found its way to the two golden chains that she had around her neck. One old and the other one new, but they both carried there message. She sighed and closed her eyes with a little smile on her lips.

Lady Igraine

25-06-2007, 20:21

Isolde heard the light beat of hooves on the cobblestones of the courtyard below and eagerly ran to the window. She gazed out into the bright beautiful day to take in the scene below, she wondered who the guest was. She could see down below a small figure on a pony riding toward the Abby, it was a boy, though a little too big to be Jarad. The pony did not strike her as uncommon, a smattering of browns and whites, she had seen its like many times before when Nella took her to the fair. It was nothing compared to the one Aunty Aine had brought her.
What Isode did find odd was the boys clothes, they were very fancy. He wore a patterned blue tunic with a very stylish grey cloak and a hood that concealed his face, who was this strange boy ?
She stepped back from the window and went to her mirror quickly brushing her hair and looking at her dress for wrinkles. She paused to examine herself, the rounded baby fat had disappeared this summer and the sharp, noble features that had been buried had now emerged. She felt she was pretty, Nella said so, but Jarad had never said so and that concerned her. She sighed. She missed Jarad, her constant companion. He had gone to Umbar for the summer while his father attended court. It had been a long lonely summer with hours of lessons on Melkor's teachings, Sindarin , the history of the Numenorean and court customs.
Most of this bored her to no end except the history, she loved to think of the exciting times, the wars, the adventure, of sailing to challenge the Valar. She sometimes liked to imagine herself as an ancient Queen of Umbar, leading her armies to battle in Gondor with Jarad, her consort always present at her side.
She slowly made her way out of her room and to the stair, she listened quietly as a church mouse, no sounds, Nella must be in the chapel. Isolde looked at the railing to the stair and quickly jumped on it and slid down , tumbling onto her bottom when she reached the end, Nella stood there watching her.
"Isolde...." Nella began bothered more by the girls clumsiness than the actual act, she worried that Isolde lacked grace.
Isolde gave Nella her standard look of innocence "Yes Nella ?" she asked.
"You know full well young Lady that the rail is for hands and not for your bottom. " Nella scolded for the hundredth time.
"I am sorry Nella, I forgot. " she lied.
Nella's face grew agitated as she opened her mouth to begin a lecture when a knock came at the door. She glanced at it and returned her gaze to Isolde
"This isn't finished Isolde. " but Isolde new it was, Nella never stayed mad at her.
Nella walked over to the door and opened the small hinged window at the top to see the guest, she could just make the top of the hood of the young man and proceeded to open the door.
" Hello Sister Nella, my father sends his regards and well wishes, can Isolde come out and play ? " the voice was familiar to Isolde, yet not. Who could it be ?
Nella opened the door completely so that Isolde could now see the form at the door. The little courtier at the door even had a small sword in his belt, he pulled back his hood to reveal his face, it was Jarad, but he had grown much this summer and Isolde thought very handsome.
"Well master Jarad , someone has grown quite a bit this summer, I hope you had a good time in Umbar " Nella asked, genuinely fond of the young man that haunted her Abby at every chance.
" Oh yes sister it was very fine , I had a grand time. " he replied with a new sophistication that Isolde found compelling.
" Isolde , you have a visitor. " Nella said stepping back from the door and turning to Isolde.
Isolde slowly stepped forward taking in the sight, she felt funny, almost shy. Why ? she wondered, it was just Jarad. She walked up to the door and stood before him, he was taller now, almost a head more than her.
" Hello Isolde, did you wish to play Hunt master ? " Jarad said, clearly pleased with himself.
Hunt master was one of their games, they had many. Jarad would be the visiting noble to the castle and it was Isolde's job to lead him on a hunt, one of the few games Jarad got to out rank her despite his real status as a future Lord. He had missed her terribly.
Isolde put her hands on her hips and tilted her head " I do not want to do anything with you Jarad ! You abandoned me ! " she slammed the door shut and turned around and waited. Nella watched with amusement, the poor boy did not have a chance. Jarad stood there outside in stunned silence, Why was she like this ? Were all girls crazy ? Jarad suspected they were.
" Isolde ! " he shouted. " I've brought you a present, don't be like that, you know father said I had to go. "
He wondered if she would always be like this, so difficult, never possible to please, why didn't she know her place ? All the other girls in the nearby village followed him like puppies and gave him things, but Isolde wasn't like the other girls.
The door opened an inch and she peeked out at him , taking his fine, well formed face in. She wondered what it would be like to kiss Jarad, she would have to look into that.
"What present ? " she asked unable to contain herself.
Jarad took out a simple silver locket with a round pendant attached. Jarad opened the pendant to reveal a small container, large enough for a small key, or maybe a note. He closed it and handed it to her.
"I spent all my money on this Isolde, I thought you would like it. " he said, beginning to regret buying it.
She opened the door completely and slowly reached for the pendant, turning it over and admiring it, opening and closing the little case. She liked it very much, especially the raised copper image of a griffin and dragon locked together.
" Oh Jarad ! " she said excitedly." it's so pretty ! "
She put it on and went to the hall mirror to examine herself, " Yes he would be a fine consort " she thought. Jarad grinned very happy, perhaps it was money well spent.
" So Hunt master ? " she asked sweetly.

The two moved through the high grass quietly, their prey in sight, a ferocious feline thats end was near. It was actually a normal cat, much like the domesticated sort but wild, the pair had found them hard to shoot with their little bows. Isolde much preferred her sword. It was actually a dagger but on her 10 year old frame it seemed sword enough. She had learned to use it, well in fact, pestering every guard to show her moves and technique as well as her "Aunts". Moia had been the most skilled and enthusiastic teacher, she was Isolde's hero, everything she wished to become, a fierce, powerful warrior afraid of no one.
Jarad fired his arrow just missing and the cat was alerted. It quickly dashed through grass into the small forest. The two stopped at the edge and looked at each other. They were not to leave sight of the Keep or Abby, if they could not see one of them they had gone to far.
"Oh well, maybe we could find another one . " Jarad said not really caring if he got one or not, he actually liked animals.
"Lets just go in a little way, I see it. " Isolde said. She had no love for animals but her pony, but a warrior had to treat her steed with care, Aunty Moia had said so, and so she did.
" You know the rules Isolde, we'll get in trouble. " Jarad did not want to lose his pony for what remained of the fall.
" If you come with me I will give you a kiss. " Isolde offered thinking this a good time to investigate that also.
Jarad wasn't sure he wanted a kiss, he like Isolde but this seemed to tread closely to the other stupid things she made him do, like playing with dolls and dress up. He was afraid kissing might lead to more kissing and then they may never have any fun.
" I don't want a kiss Isolde, lets go home. " he realized now he was quite hungry.
" Alright, I'll kiss you if you don't come with me. " she stated hiding her disappointment.
Jarad sighed. " What was the lesser evil ? " he wondered to himself. " Fine, lets go in, but just for a minute. I'm getting hungry " he said.
With a triumphant smile she entered the wood, they soon lost the cat. After returning to the area where Jarad's pony was Isode suddenly had an Idea.
"Lets run away to Umbar Jarad" she said, the idea coming to her after a day of his stories about the great city.
"Why ? " he asked sensing trouble brewing.
"I want to see my mother. " she said.
" Who is your mother ? " Jarad wondered, she had been forbidden to tell him anything.
" Come with me to Umbar and find out " she said hoping to entice him not having the courage to go alone.
Jarad thought about it, he would get into alot of trouble, but he did like Umbar and this smelled of adventure. He would also finally know why she thought she was better than him, and his father might want to know too.
" Alright Isolde, but you owe me. " he dismounted and helped her onto his pony leading her to the road, it would take them all night to get there.

Lady Igraine

25-06-2007, 20:21

They were tired, they were hungry and it had started to rain. Jarad was miserable and wondered if he might have made a mistake. He had asked her several times to turn back but he knew she wouldn't change her mind, she could be so so stubborn. The long cobbled road was in poor repair and they had to walk the pony, Isolde didn't mind too much, she was strong. The darkness left the fields on either side of the road in a shroud of mystery, they could see no stars and Jarad was getting scared. He had decided to turn back on his own when they saw signs of a fire ahead, the smell of cooking meat making their stomachs roar in outrage, neither of the two ever having missed a meal before. They looked at each other and approached the fire with a confidence that only come with ignorance of how the world really was. As they entered the light of the fire they could see to dark skinned men eating a roasted bird of some sort, Harads, both knew what they were but had never met any in their sheltered lives. The men looked at the pair with quiet amazement.
" What have we here ? " One said, a man with many days growth on his face, a long hooked nose and few teeth remaining.
" We wondered if we could sit by your fire a moment, and maybe have some food ? Isolde said with confidence.
Hook nose looked to his friend, a short squat man of ill temper, they could not believe their luck.
" Are you alone ? " Hook nose asked ?
They both nodded and were met with grins. The pony would fetch a good price, and the children , if from good families as they seemed could be sold or ransomed. They would decide later. Short man stood up and grabbed Jarad by the arm while hooked nose reached for Isolde.
" You wont be eating, but we'll keep you good in warm young ones til we got some gold for you. " Hook nose said as he moved toward Isolde.
" Run Isolde, run ! " Jarad shouted while he uselessly struggled against that man.
Isolde looked at Jarad and then back at the man, she pulled out the dagger Nella had given her all those years ago. Warrior hero's did not leave their consorts behind, beside , where would she find another. The man chuckled as he moved toward her .
" Now now lass, gimmie the knife and ye wont get hurt. " He said with fake sincerity.
He saw her raise the dagger above her head and reached out to grab her arm when he felt her foot smash down on his knee making a terrible snapping noise.
" It only takes 15 lbs of force to break a knee " Aunty Moia had told her. It proved to be true.
The man howled as he fell to the ground writhing in pain.
" Get the little bitch, get her ! " he screamed.
The short squat man realizing the girl was a bigger danger threw Jarad into a tree , watching the boy collapse on the ground. He pulled out a curved sword so favored by the Harad.
" Last chance luv, put it down " he said looking disbelievingly into the fearless 10 year olds eyes.
Isolde went to fake another kick preparing to stab him when she slipped and fell on her end. Short man dropped down pinning her, easily taking the dagger from her. He looked down at the girl as she struggled as if possessed.
" Your a pretty little thing ain't ya ? " he said in such a way as to make Isolde feel ill. " Hows about a little kiss ? " the wretch asked rhetorically.
Isolde did not think she would like this kiss and and for a brief moment thought of Jarad, she had led him to this and now they would die, or worse. She winced as the toothless face came closer when suddenly the man began to rise. Isolde saw he was not standing but was being lifted, when she could see more she was awed by the sight. There stood Aunty Moia holding the man in the air with one hand. She hurled him to the ground and circled him playfully, like a cat and a mouse.
"Aunty Moia ! " Isolde cried in relief.
Moia gave her a reassuring smile and returned her attention to Short man. He struggled to get up but stopped when on his knees.
" Hey there lass, let me go eh ? It's all good eh ? No harm done. " he stammered with a pleading look.
They were his last words as his head fell from his shoulders.
Moia turned as Isolde ran into her arms. She lifted her awkwardly not caring much for such contact, but what could she do ? Moia looked around and saw Jarad, she sat Isolde on the pony and turned her attention to him.
"Stop crying Isolde, your friend will be fine" she said taking a close look at him. " Just the wind knocked out of him.
Isolde slipped off the pony while Moia tended to Jarad. She gathered her dagger and turned her attention to Hooked nose, he was still on the ground though trying to be forgotten. His face grew alarmed in disbelief as he saw the small angel with the dagger walk calmly walk toward him.
" Was that a religious dagger ? " He wondered.
he would never know.
"I am not crying Aunty Moia. " she said while whipping the blood from the blade on his clothes as she had seen Moia do.
Moia turned when she heard the scream. No she wasn't crying. Moia was not surprised, in fact she was quite pleased.

Back in the Abby they sat by the fire. Nella and Moia watching as Isolde hungrily ate the stew and bread. Nella waited anxiously for Moia to leave after her lecture on the safety of Isolde. She hated Moia's visits.
Moia walked over to Isolde and bent on one knee , looking in to the endless blue eyes.
" This wont happen again will it Isolde ? " Moia asked in a rare kind voice.
" No Aunty Moia " Isolde said sheepishly. " I only wanted to see my mother " she said meaning it.
" Not yet, Umbar isn't safe for you. She will send for you when its time. " Moia said, knowing what it was like to wish for a mother.
" When will it be time ? " Isolde asked pleadingly.
" On your 14th birthday she will come and visit. Here. " she said sympathetically hading her letter.
Isolde looked at the beautiful envelope all engraved in gold and silver. A pretty pattern of flowers and unicorns danced around the central word. In big beautiful script was her name.
Isolde.

Johanna

07-07-2007, 12:53

The path through the forest was dry but the air was damp and hot, the sunbeams jostled its ways down through the leaves like magical pillars. Dust swirled around the hoofs and the horse pulled in the rein now and then. A pretty good day Aine thought for herself and she tugged a leaf from a close bush as she passed. The young horse that followed neighed slightly and Aine swooped the path and forest ahead. A few birds took of in unison and she paced up the two horses after the shivering warning had found its way up her spine.

Earlier that day she entered a village that she had been in a few times before, no one had recognized her, probably since it was a some time since she was there. Though she was here only for one purpose and her memory lead her to the goal. Igraine had given her a task and as every task that was put upon her it needed to be carried out with the precision that she knew that Igraine liked, and she would never let her down.
Slowly she continued to the outskirts of the village and halted by the sign that hung on the stable and inspected it for a few seconds. It was in just as bad shape as it had been the last time she was here, the only difference was that it now only hung in one chain.
“What you want” a dark voice greeted her from inside the stable.
Aine slid down her horse and put on her priestess expression.
“My good man, if you weren’t so incompetent, I belive that you would have had enough income to see to your outer first impression, since your own face is well past the line of aid”
The man stride furious out the doors with a big pair of pincers in his hand. She made a deriding face at the same time as she blowed a fine dust in the mans face. He raised his arm with the tool but remained in the position for a few seconds before the arm fell down to his side again. Aine looked around to see if anyone had seen her before she pushed the man back trough the door.
“It is time to repay”

The arrow whined through the air and just missed her with an inch before it bored into the tree behind her. She mumbled as she speeded up and the forest burst into fire close to where the arrow would have came from. At the next bend of the path a big tree blocked the way and she had to make a full stop to not get entangled with the branches. It was time to decide fast what to do, someone was trying to kill her. The young horse behind her snatched the rope that it was kept with. A curse left Aines mouth when she heard some screams from the direction of the burning tree. More then one she thought and decided to jump down from her horse, she patted Mandarbs muzzle and bound the rains in the tree.
She dodged out into the forest, hid behind a thick trunk, pulled a dagger and waited.
Someone was closing in at the horses, two hooded men with drawn short swords and daggers, one of them had his black clothes ill burnt and Aine smiled amused. They knew that she was about, she could tell by there careful moves but she just waited, one of them would leave the shadows a bit to much soon enough, and she was in no hurry, after all it was a pretty good day. Here eye twitched as she once more prayed to Melkor for help.
The dagger left her hand, almost with the speed of an arrow and it buried deep in one of the men chest. He stumbled back and soundless scream tried to make its way out his mouth, but the only think that left him was the blood that started to flow out from it as the world was plunged into darkness around him. The other man quickly hid behind a big stone.
“Come now, you don’t want to play with me anymore” Aine shouted to the him and she stepped forward from behind the trunk with her sword drawn. “I think you need to answer a question or two”
The man jumped up on the stone and started to sprint towards her with his short sword and dagger aimed at her. A war cry left him as he closed in, he knew he would finish her of swift and clean, no woman had ever defeated him before in close range combat.
Aine smiled wickedly and when the man was a few steps away she called for her powers.
The man stumbled into the trunk where Aine had been, she had disappeared. The awkward expression on his face reflected the mistake he had made and the sting in his back reminded him that this was probably one mistake he would regret, then he saw the ground closing in on him. A taste of dirt in his mouth and then a flash ended even the last sense.
Aine pulled the sword from the mans neck leaving his head in a macabre position.
She searched the bodied for any clues on who they were, but not a single mark or object was found. She came to two conclusions, one, they were just simple robbers, she thought that answer a bit to simple though. Two, they were sent out assassins, which was disturbing news since she now knew that someone was after her life.
She hid the bodies a few steps from the path and a pair of ravens watched her with interest as they where preparing on a feast, then she returned to the two horses loosend the rain and lead Mandarb and the young horse around the tree trunk crossing the path.
Igraine had given her a task, and she needed to carry it out regardless of robbers or assassins. It would be a good opportunity to both learn to know Isolde a bit more and most important, present her great gift and she knew that the young horse would be a good companion as her horse had been to her.