Evil works in misterious ways...

[krystell]

EPISODE I – A Siren’s Rescue


He still remembers her young eyes and teenage innocence that could make anyone think of her as a girl who ran away from home in search of new sights and new faces. Her ever wide smile and soft voice denotes a naive and light-hearted personality.

Words reached his ears about most men on her many travels ending up deceived by her natural geniality, convinced of her pure heart even after noticing her eastern features and obvious accent. Too few indeed are the ones who really knew her, and those lie probably far forgotten on her absent mind... But he still recalls...


The bay of Dol Amroth tends to be calm and quiet at night, and patrolling by the harbor, a couple of town guards – him and his friend - hear some agitaded voices from distance. Being the sound too distant and incomprehensible, they run towards it to find a huddle of people, countless, most dressed as if they were taken out of their beds in a hurry. The smooth and silent sea seems to have brought some large ship wrecks.

- Help us get them off the water - Says one of the men to both newcomers, as they notice a few dead bodies floating among the wood boards and ripped sails, apparently drowned. By their looks, it was most certainly another ship of runaway outlaws heading from the City of Corsairs to Tharbad, caught by a fatal storm.

Quickly as they can, they run carefully through the sharp coast rocks leading to the shore, getting half underwater where some men were helping eachother bringing the bodies to the dry sand, while most of the people around were just curious, looking at the scene and scowling at the dead easterlings. Short after some work, they accidently find a survivor. A barely unconcious young female, sightly pale for freezing to near death in the cold water, barely moving and unable to even open her eyes widely enough.

- Are you alright? What’s your name? - They shout at her a few times to keep her awake. She looks back at them very weak, trying to respond but no sound coming out of her mouth. A thin scar crosses her face from the top of an eyebrow, through her left eye and all the way down to her chin. They carry her to one of the men’s house nearby, as what left of the crowd shouts "kill her" and the like from distance. When inside, they can’t help themselves from staring at her with great curiosity.

- She doesn't look much like most Easterlings. - Says his friend.
- How can you tell, fool? We’ve never seen any of their females here. - Replies another man, with a growling voice. - Especially a kid... How old do you think she is?
- No more than 17 or so I believe. But obviously already an outlaw. A filthy one. Enough to be running away even from Umbar’s law.

Despite the sutile but long scar on her delicated face and her ill look, she looks beautiful - He thinks, ignoring his friend and the other man’s arguing - Like a red haired siren, light green eyed and soft skinned, average built but voluptious. Very feminine. A mermaid without the fish tail, brutally hurt by a sea storm. - And looking at her that carefully, he pittied her. And so he decides to spare her life.

Waving aside the thoughts and giving her some bread and water, wich she swallows with some difficulty, he convinces them to let her go and keep their mouth shut about the matter. The girl, in her weakened sences, doesn't understand a word. Only loud voices... After some arguing, the man with the growling voice finally stands up and grab her rudely by the arm, taking her all the way to the back door, leading to an empty ally. He pushes her out of the house, throws out a small bag of gold coins and slams the door.


With her damaged conciousness, she somehow knows people's hostility would be threatening and probably get her killed in that place. She tries to run away to a random direction but she just doesn't have the strengh. Barefeet, she walks a few steps from the house, trembling in cold, going towards a dark corner as she knows her legs will fail anytime now. Getting there, she finally falls on the knees, then to the floor. Instantly sleeping for long hours, long after the sun is set, the next morning. From there, she would have probably made her way North. Always North...

[krystell]

EPISODE II – The Arrival at Dol Guldur


It was one of those summer storms punishing the southern Mirkwood that one day drove away all spiders, wolfs, elfs and orcs to hide and find shelter for the end of the night. During the late hours, the fortress of Dol Guldur was crowded, as even the Captain suspended work outside for the time being. Most orcs were just by the gate watching through the trees dancing with the strengh of the wind. Not to contemplate the beauty of Nature, but for the shout of the gate guard, who claimed to see someone approaching.

When they saw it was nothing but a harmless young human female, all wet and carrying nothing but a small backpack, they lowered their arms and mocked at the guard and among themselves. Less than one minute went through and they were already fighting and insulting eachother, forgeting to pay atention to the newcomer. When she gets to them, though, her weak and throaty voice, but yet sweet and feminine brings calmly their fully atention back:

- I am looking for shelter. Have I arrived in a bad time? – She says smiling with an elaborated cinism no mindless orc could ever comprehend.


They instantly freeze and stare at her, with curious eyes and surprised faces. They all knew that most humans on their common sence would find their distasteful look reason enough to either slay them or run away. Being the human such an innocent and fragile looking girl, having a heart attack would be more likely. The rough engine inside their heads brakes down with such an incompatible situation that they manage to have only one possible reaction. Deeper in the caves, the Captain only hears their grating voices screaming in an unison: “CAPTAAAAAIN!!!”

The Captain Gragdush makes his way through the east gate at full speed, with his sword in hand and expecting to find approaching wild beasts or elven arrows. When his eyes meet the young southern girl though, he gets sightly disappointed:

- Sea rats!!! This be one of they females! Disappear or I makes you warg food! – He growls, already turning his back on her.
- But... I need a place to stay! And... I’m short of supplies.... – She replies, apparently showing no disgust at all when gazing at the orcs. - I could work for you, even... You seem to seriously lack someone with brains here.
- No deal! You can’t work! Too skinny!

The Thrall Master Arfansor hears the loud arguing and now appears between them, rushing to avoid the girl from leaving:

- Wait! She has a point! I happend to have a good number of tasks your stupid clumsy orcs weren’t able to do... Maybe she’s just the thing we need...


A few months went by and she is still working for them, as the free food and accomodations in exchange for her services turned out to be very helpful. The intense training and development of her sneaky skills are also very rewarding, as they always find a use for those. On a letter to her parents back in the City Of Corsairs, she explained how fine she was, and how many friends she has made. She told them all about her new employment and how her boss Arfansor was friendly, even to write this letter for her, since she can’t read or write.

Of course, on her disturbed point of view, her job was to help the kind Arfansor on his own issues, decorate high trees with festive orbs, keep the woods safe from bugs and ocasionally come to an agreement about territory with Elfs and Stoor Hobbits, on behalf of her superiors. Those, she said, always use to end in “the best possible diplomatic solution for both sides”.

[krystell]

EPISODE III – The West Lands Pt.I


After some notable promotions among the thralls, Krystell finally got herself some well deserved vacations. She was a curious one, and in the last 2 years at Dol Guldur she had seen and experienced more than she ever did before. There was still plenty to see though – the lands beyond the Misty Moutains. She was longing for new sights and new faces, so she decided to hit the road. Always following it into the west, she crossed the woods, the plains, the icy moutains, the valleys and the rivers until finally reach a small friendly looking village: Bree.

The region was sightly more pleasant than the orc caves, so she extended her “hollidays” to some other 2 years. During that time, she travelled on foot to neighbour towns and fields, made a lot of new friends, and of course, made some coin out of it. On a visit to the south city of Tharbad to buy equipment, she met a good skilled blacksmith by the name of Anna, who hired her for what seemed to be some private issues... Later on, Anna revealed her real name, and a bit more of her business in Tharbad. Krystell, though, was only interested on the fun of the action, the gold, and of course, making new friends.


Not long went by, and what seemed to be a calm and regular season, turned out to be a big mess. She was scouting the western foothills of the Moutains, planning her trip back, when she bumped on a Dunlending woman she met near Bree months ago. Braint claimed the pointy-ears fellows from an “elf valley” told her news of a goblin camp nearby, and Krystell agreed to lead her into the right direction. They were not too far ahead when an elf maiden with a respectful appearance stood in their way. “Oh no... Elf ahead... Time to run...” thought Krystell, but before taking any actions, Validriel, the Elf, gifted both travellers with 2 elvish rings, and followed her way. “Go figure those poetry lovers... Maybe she just didn’t take a good look on my face...”

Krystell and Braint moved on, only to bump into another traveller. A misterious one. Her face was covered by a dark hood and trouble seemed to follow her like a charm. By the end of the day and the whole following week, Krystell witnessed and experienced huge wolf packs slaying, dragons chasing, hillmen ambushes, lightning storms and giant spiders on the way back through the Trollshalls. She realized she was following this strange woman for some reason. “Braint showed herself to be too rash. Father always told me I should gang up with the strong ones...” Moia was her name, and she introduced herself as a partner of Anna, the Blacksmith, in their secret organization.

By the time Kristell returned with Moia to the road between Bree and the moutains, for her surprise, once again she spotted the elf maiden Validriel, heading east. She stalked her for a day, hoping she would reveal the way to the mentioned Valley of the Elves. When Krystell was least expecting, though, the elf just disappeared into the woods. Just like that! She lost Moia probably a few miles behind as well, and now she was lost and alone.... but not for long!


- Halt! Who are you?! – A voice suddenly called her atention to look over her shoulder to see an elf scout, aiming a beautiful arrow at a near point blank shot on her head. With her usual childish smile and smooth conversation, she almost had the suspicious elf, but when hearing the words “You are coming with me”, Moia surprised him jumping from a cliff and sticking her red glowing sword through his flesh without blinking.

[krystell]

EPISODE IV – The West Lands Pt.II


Everything happened too fast, and it only got worse on the following days. Krystell was beginning to regret she followed Moia, who was clearly a disturbed one. Running from the murder scene, she led Krystell all the way south to Isengard, where they found safety in exchange of services to a wizard by the name of Saruman. His tower and people were pure filth, the work was dirty and dangerous, and he punished them continuously using his wicked craft.

By that time, Krystell was barely controling her anger at everything, disguising it as an unexpressive behaviour. Leaving Isengard though, turned out to be the greatest challenge, as soon as they saw a large host of Rohirim after them. The horse chase lasted long, and somewhere past the Gap of Rohan, Krystell fell. Moia was too far ahead, fighting her way out, and death seemed certain. The customary voices in her head appeared again, this time louder than ever, preparing herself to meet her end. But it was not the end...

She was almost out of her sences when she saw a blond and beautiful elf appearing from the deeper woods. A white light was emiting from him, hurting her eyes, and she barely saw him treating her with some strange tasting weeds before disappearing again into the forest... She recovered her conciousness quickly and rising from the bloody ground she believed the Truth was now clear to her, as it has never been before. She felt ashamed of all her past deeds, and she began to understand the true nature of all her actions before this day. Her mind was now filled with light, the once always present voices were no more.


Gazing at the distant plains, she saw Moia still on her horse, surounded by a pile of corpses, both men and horse’s. Leaving the battle field through the North road before more horsemen arrive, they argue intensely about their attitude. The reach of Saruman’s magic was testing Krystell, and she could also feel his rage and power, though she could not understand it. Out of hope to escape, Krystell was confused about everyone and everything now. The enlightening act of the gods was bringing her born-damaged mind to an edge, and all happenings were mixing up to a break down.

The light on the end of the tunnel was fading when a familiar sight interrupted them. ”The elf who saved my life”... He probably heard most of the arguing, and he was now friendly calling Krystell to his side, away from Moia. Curious and suspicious, Krystell manages to find a way to keep Moia still so she can get to the elf. When she is close enough, Moia sees her whispering something to him.... This is too much for her! She grabs her sword and charges at him without second thoughs, but the elf skillfully dodges her attack and almost magically disarms her, twisting her arm and knocking her uncouncious.

He takes the evil blade from her body to take to a safe place so one could destroy it. On Krystell’s head, everything is more and more confused. She listens to the elf speaking calmly to her about a second chance, and a lot of other arguments that simply doesn’t make any sence to her now lost mind. She concentrates on his voice and focuses on his thoughts, trying to understand him... but his words on her brains are replaced by a familiar sound – one that she was almost missing, due to it’s usual plainness. An avoidable simplicity, which used to make her see through things more clearly than any light or revealed Truth... - The voices in her head.

[i]”Obviously, you can’t kill this elf, but instead you can make much better than that. You can make a fool of him. A fool that will walk out this plains with a confident smile on his face. And while walking, the gods will point at him and laugh at him... for being such a fool. One that is not even aware of his own stupidity”


Krystell acknowledges the voice instantly, and returning to her normal naive and childish mood, everything seems clear again to her. So, looking straight at the elf’s eyes as he finish speaking, she just replies:

[i]- You are right... And I am grateful for what you have done to me, and I don’t bear any hard feelings anymore to your people... In fact, as a token of my gratitude, I will spare you from this load! Let me take this sword to a great blacksmith I know in Tharbad... One that could take care of this evil artifact... Her name is Mrs. Anna.........

[krystell]

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[krystell]

EPISODE V – The Treason of the Elves


”It’s just in my head... Just in my head” Krystell whispers to herself few minutes after they put out the candles of the tiny room she is confined in. The sensation of being enclousured and locked always twisted the few reason she had left, specially when it was dark. She knew this feeling well since she was a child, when her father locked her in closets for hours as a punishment, and still she was not used to it yet. Focusing on something else to calm her body and slow the heartbeats, soon it all starts again as in the night before: The room, once clearly empty, now feels like an entity is menacingly watching her. She can even hear it’s breath.

- Go away! – She says frightened, covering herself from head to toes with the blankets. She hears no answer, but still the feeling of being watched persists. - I know you’re there!

The silence still remains as she gather courage to peek outside the bed. Slowly she lowers the blankets, but sooner than she expects she is thrown to the floor. She tries to climb back, but again she is tossed against the walls. Her arms and legs accidentally brings down the beautiful elven vases, paintings and candelabras, cutting herself open, this time harder than last night. The struggle persists until the room is destroyed and she lacks the strengh to continue. Curiously, the attacker also stops just before she pass out and sleep again for the few hours left until the sun rises.

- The elves! Pointy eared traitors! Tricksy devils! They had no right to imprision me and send their gods to torture me like this! It’s easy to declare yourself a defender of the free peoples when you’re not the one locked up in here! Lustful cowards! – They didn’t extract much from her since she stopped cohoperating. When the torture began, it seemed it would last for a lifetime now. For some strange reason, though, two days later she was set lose.


She didn’t know why she was kept in custody. Was it Moia’s “accident”? Was it Anna, the blacksmith, and her job propositions? Was it just for the pleasure? She didn’t want to know. – I did nothing wrong. I’m not to blame for having friends. I was here just for the fun... For the sights... – .... Now she was there for another reason: Vengeance.

“There” turned out to be a quite familiar place. She has returned to Umbar, where the so called Mistress of the Shrine would see her, with the recomendations of Illyana. Krystell was now part of something greater, and she senced it was a necessary step for her revenge. - They must realize their ways are wrong. They must pay for nearly ruining my life for their sadistic pleasures, and giving me permanent scars.

Igraine, the Mistress, exhaled a feeling of power and superiority, and being in her presence felt almost similar when being in Khamul’s. Her companions were also sightly strong and experienced. Even the guard of the Shrine was the biggest orc Krystell has ever seen. All that together ensured she was doing just the right thing, and meeting just the right people. Having a tour on the place, she even discovered the jails where a few gondorian soldiers were kept. – You can torture them as well, if you want to – Said the Mistress, even having no idea that Krystell never did anything like this before: The thought never really crossed her mind so far.


The night falls and Krystell doesn’t find rest even on the safe and fancy hold. Flashbacks of the elven devils and their wicked sorcery haunts her. She stands up from the bed in her nightdress and walks casually to the cellar. She tip toes down the cold stone stairs and finds the gondorians peacefully sleeping on their cells. Carefully grabbing an incandescent cooking stick from the oven, she sneaks into a cell and wakes the prisioner all of sudden poking it into his uncovered navel.

He tries to jump off the floor instantly, screaming as loud as he can. Krystell manages to keep him still though, piercing it straight through the navel. Without saying a word and just staring into his eyes as if studying his reactions and pain expressions, she digs it beneath his intestines and prods from side to side, carefully listening to the sound of his flesh and ignoring his agonizing screams.

No more than a few seconds later, he passes out. Disappointed, Krystell gives up the white-hot metal and sticks her own finger into the hole she produced on his navel. He instantly wakes up again screaming just like before, and he doesn’t last long until passing out again when she digs more deeply and spreads the open cut. She repeats the process several times, and time itself flew when she realized it was morning already. She turns her back on him and returns to her provisory room upstairs to sleep peacefully and without any disturbance. “I’m ready for my revenge!” she thinks just before falling into sleep.