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In order to help DMs run the weekly event which has ties to things happening in the world, please use this thread to talk about things happening IN CHARACTER.
If you think something is significant which your character saw, post it! It may lead to greater things!
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Think I only saw two important events lately:
1- Shiryu picked up some sort of cursed sword inside a tower in Moria and became possessed by some "evil energy", which almost drove him to kill me and other friends near him. We managed to destroy the sword but I believe he still suffers lightly from it's influence.
2- Richard Wensbane was surprised by an attack to the Dunedain camp by some... strange "elemental forces". By this I mean the water, air, etc. were actually alive and trying to kill everyone in sight! With the help of the Dunedain Rangers, a small group of people managed to overcome the attack.
That is all for now...
It was time, much as the idea of mixing with the lesser races pained him he would never earn his place if he didn't start soon.
Definitely time to go out into the world once more, to finally get his hands clean.
So many years of wandering in despair. Others had come to terms with it in their own way, with the Doom. He had never managed. Years inumerable alone, in solitude seeking forgiveness in the one place he couldn't find it - his own heart.
So he decided to join the world. His name he left behind until such time as he had earnt it again, until he could once more truly be himself. Leaving behind all but the clothes he wore, and the bare minimum of supplies to survive, the one who would answer only to Sauraquen journeyed out of the wilds into the lands of the Free People, to seek his redemption.
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A pair of young female adventurers have been reported in the Bree and Tharbad regions, rumour has it they do not much care for the abilities of males, yet interestingly the local gossip is that one of these lasses is the love interest of Frain Hairylobes.
Desperation gave way to a scant hint of hope. “Perhaps the Dunedain,” I told the elf-bowmaiden in my company. “Perhaps the Dunedain will aid us in finding the whereabouts of your lost sister, my lost love. If she be found, they would lead us the right direction.”
I choked down horror when at last we’d reached the hillside camp, only to find their assistance could be had only at a grave price. “The dreaded downs,” the captain explained. “That is the aid we require first.” The tall stately figure proceeded to explain the nature of barrow-wights: their deceptions and their devilry. I with my humble blade, Farawen with a quiverful of enchanted arrows. Would we meet our match with this unearthly foe? I hesitated, then said “Yes, we will undertake this trial.”
Not a moment later I had my doubts. Then a welcome distraction. A hobbit could be heard from across the camp: “Cooking is for the women-folk. What would I know about cooking?” Followed by laughter. Some discussion of guild allegiance… I could barely hear the discussions above the activity of the rangers’ temporary settlement. “Perhaps we could stay the night here,” I thought, paralyzed by the notion of facing the undead. “Firithiel’s trail will not grow dimmer with one night’s delay,” I tried to convince myself as much as Farawen.
And then, across the way, an monstrous surprise: the earth opened up on the Dunedain camp, and unspeakable horrors were unleashed, one after the other. Violent spoutings of water came gushing forth, taking near-human form, full of anger and spite. And dark, evil shapes arose, challenging the sore might of the brave warriors also assembled in the rangers’ company.
And all fear of barrow-wights vanished in an instant. “What hell awaits us must surely be a trifle alongside the hell that greets us here!” I told my companion. I watch a moment only, while the sparks of some ancient lore rained down amongst the combatants, spilling over and nearly threatening us, standing a half-dozen yards away.
“Come,” said a mysterious cloaked voice from the sidelines. “This is no place for thee, young ones. I will take you to the downs… But it is dangerous enough. You must follow my every instruction.” We steeled our nerves and nodded. Firithiel still needed finding. The Dunedain might be willing to help. The rangers and their camp-companions clearly had their hands full for the time being. And fear of the unknown is oft-times trumpt by imminent fear of the known.
We set off, the three of us, northward, with the din of battle raging on behind us…
--told by a certain Tirithion of the Woodland Realms an evening or two ago, and overheard by a half-drunken Bree dwarf (being a semi-permanent resident of the Prancing Pony)
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Heh, excellent story, that one..
"I believe he still suffers lightly from it's influence."
If only they knew...
Strider splaped Shiryu straight, but his mind and heart are standing in an edge of a knife. The attack on the Dunedain Camp was probably caused by him being there in the first place.
A female elf named Siia seems to be keeping him in the side of the good, for whatever grace she might be passing on to Shiryu.
Shiryu behaves almost possesed in the face of evil characters, namely the trickster hobbitt Khief, who has stolen his first ever helm he bought since arriving in Bree... and that helm was special...
A champion of Light dressed in the darkest black. Time will tell who wins his soul.
Good idea Validriel.
The tall dark warrior crouched over the tracks in the wood. The necklace of old rotting human ears hung low as he plucked a few blades of grass, holding it to his nose to smell the faint odor. "De traitor be close now," he said.
Over desert wastes, frozen mountains, and thick forests, the Haradrim had followed his prey. He was learning the ways of the Northlands quickly. Elven blood stained his massive sword from his last encounter with those that would stand between him and devouring the heart of the traitor Yushmar. Soon he would face the desert warrior, and when he held Yushmar's bloody heart in his hand the powerful magic would be complete.
He turned to his odd assortment of companions; men, orcs, and even halflings. A thin sorceror in a robe of the most brilliant colors took a step forward. There was a faint smile on his lips as he said, "Akbar, I have a little joke planned." He pulled an orange robe out of his pack, the same shade that the traitor Yushmar wore.
As comprehension dawned on the Haradrim, a wide grin exposed a few rotten teeth. "Akbar tink yoo jokez be gettin' bedder Jon. Dis gonna be ah reelly good joke."
Yûshmar still wanders around in the northern exile....
He had to flee from Umbar because his lineage, which definetly is themost important to him - he also prefers to pray to his ancients than to the Valar; started a rebellion that unfortunately failed.
Now adventuring around in the northern exile to become a great warrior and to gain the loyality of mighty warriors and the rulers of the free so that once hopefully he is able to return with mighty powers and a mighty bunch of the greatest warriors of the free to take revenge and maybe even to free his lineage members if they are still prisoned but alive.
As he is planning his revenge his greatest fear is that 'they' also have sent head hunters after him.
So he is distrustful especially against haradrim and so he already suggested that Khaev is behind him he still doesnt know of Akbar but he will be ready and hopefully most practised if this head hunter will encounter him.....
"Greetings Abraham!" said Shiryu, how terrible I feel for having to fool my own friends, but I believe they are not yet prepared to know the truth. The truth... what a dubious concept, especially after what I had seen those past few nights.
I never feared the darkness before, but now I dread the day I entered that cursed place. "The screaming tower" I now call it, for I shall never forget the terrible sounds it released for so long.
My name is Richard... and that of my family is Wensbane. Long have we worked as blacksmiths at Edoras, and only now have we gained the real attention of our king Theoden and his guard.
A "hero" they now call me... I am quite sure I deserve no such honour, and I am far from being one! However, I was still the one in charge of a dangerous task, one for a fellow blacksmith of Minas Tirith, it seems he was in need of the greatest metal in the known land. Mithril...
My king ordered me to do as I was asked, however I was to bring him some of that metal as well, so that he could further study it's properties and possible use at the service of Rohan.
Without delay I ventured into Moria, the only place I knew could have such a precious metal.
After facing many lesser dangers I was finally able to find some Mithril. "An easy task!" I thought, and it could have been... were it not for my extreme curiosity.
On my way out I found an impressive tower, a building of undeniable beauty that is true, but at the same time, one that released a very strong and evil energy. Few moments after that I heard an agonizing scream. It sounded like a woman, I HAD to help her at all costs! And so I entered the cursed tower without even thinking twice.
Immediately after entering the tower I was attacked by some rather odd creatures. They looked like humans, however, they were extremely pale and their teeth were as developed as the ones of a brown bear! I managed to overcome their first wave but soon a door opened behind me and I was overrun by their forces. I remember not what happened immediately after that, as I woke up chained, next to another man and a woman.
They looked in shock and refused even to speak! The man to my right just shook his head in a constant motion, almost as if every last drop of hope had been drained from him. A few moments after that, a couple of the "dark ones", as I now call them, entered the room, unchained the woman and took her with them.
The screams... the agonizing, never-ending screams I heard few moments after will always live in my memory. And I knew... oh yes I really knew that my turn would soon come.
I know not how long it passed after that, hours? days? It is impossible to know for sure. The light there was very dim, almost non-existant even. However, their steps were as loud as the horses of the Rohirrim. And that terrible laughter...
My time had finally come, this was the end. I had failed my king and those of Gondor. What a sad ending to a life now starting to have some meaning.
But this was no time to give up! I had to think hard and fast! I knew I had no chance of defeating them all, especially without my trusted sword, but I still had my dagger hidden in my right boot. Perhaps there was still a chance!
I played dead for a while and waited until they came to me. Immediately after they released my hands I took my dagger to the throat of the first one! I had NEVER seen so much blood come out of a single creature... how could that even be possible?! But there was no time! The second dark one was already charging at me! I dodged his attack and smashed his face into the wall. It was time to run! But what about the other man? What could I do to save him?! Unfortunately... the answer to that was nothing. I tried as hard as I could to release him, but I still remember his last and only words to me: "save yourself, I have been dead for a while". And so I did, I found a small hole on the wall to my left and I crawled my way out, with the promise of returning one day to avenge those poor, innocent people.
I returned to Edoras but told nothing of what had happened to my king. I could never tell him I left that other man there to die... I could not risk destroying his new respect for me. I am truly sorry... soon after that I gave my fellow blacksmith of Minas Tirith the precious metal, and in return, I received an amazing plate of Gondor, one which I could not craft even with years of training!
But that mattered not at the time, I had a new mission to carry, one of vengeance... however, people would think me insane if I went around claiming to have seen, whatever it is I saw. I had to assume a different identity, one I could use to hunt those creatures without my king or the Rohirrim knowing.
And so Abraham was created. A dark, hooded man, always hiding in the shadows, learning every bit of information he could about the dark ones. Not even my closest friends knew my real identity, no one could know! Perhaps I will be able to find some help, perhaps someone in this land will believe me! But until then... Abraham shall remain in the shadows, listening, and most of all, learning...
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The Black Gauntlet of Bereval dragged forward, gripping the hair of a small mutilated corpse. The little mans life had been ending as Berevals thick bladed sword crashed into his skull.
"One dead Hobbit." The dark man looked at Bereval and smiled, then took the body and threw it to one side, where it was gnawed upon by the great hound beside the man.
"Excellant...now, you and your orc friend may go." The dark man grinned. Bereval spat and turned around, looking up at the Orc. "Well Orc, what now?" The orc looked confused...as orcs tend to, and grunted "Me go wif Tuff Boss". Bereval gave a sadistic smile. The Might of the Blademaster was once more taking form.
sorry.. posted in wrong thread!
Thus, Shiryu was no more.
After an audience with lord Elrond, and hearing the tale of Isildur, He now knows that whatever evil taints his heart is the making of the nameless.
A task was assigned to him by Elrond. Once again Shiryu returns to Harad. But this time, he will not stay in those lands. Is mission is to infiltrate Mordor from the south... and make is way alone into Barad-dûr. Elrond suspects somethign stirs once again in that rebuilt tower...
A suicide mission, perhaps, but Shiryu has nothing more to loose, since he refuses to become a puppet of the Eye, like Saruman and many others, to hurt his kin and friends.
He hastes south, past Minas Tirith where he passed by to see the Statue of Jade and restock on wares. He carrys all of his meager possessions with him, and the most precious of all: a piece of hair of Lady Siia of Lothlórien, given to him has he departed from Rivendell.
Strider and the Dunedain were given word of his mission by emissaries of Elrond (Shiryu knows that Strider would have never let him leave).
If and when Shiryu returns... will he ever be the same man ?
OCC: Bye guys ! It was a very good 5 weeks. Im out for a place where no net (hurray) to spend the college break. Until we meet again
v ^_^
The Return of Shiryu Part 1/2
"The Return of Shiryu" Chapter 1 of 2
Faramir rejoined his Ranger unit in Northern Ethilien. Has he dismounted,one of the Rangers aproached him in haste :
- Milord. We captured an easterling hailing from Mordor.
- Oh ? A live one ? That will make a fine offering for my father. - replied Faramir, expecting to please his father. - Take
me to him.
- Yes, milord. He must be a spy... no man can survive Mordor...
- I sense you have doubts, good Ranger. How so?
- We can not make sense of it , milord. He was being chased by about 20 Mordor Orcs...
- "Chased"? Do not you mean "leading"?
- We are devided in opinion milord... you see... he killed 2 of them orcs... until one of the orcs knocked him out. They
seemed has to be preparing to carry him back... then we let our arrows fly, a sucessfull ambush. All orcs died. Only he
survived.
- I see. Good work. I will send word of your success to father and Boromir. You can expect some sort of reward.
- We need it not, milord. Defending Gondor is reward enought for us.
- Well spoken.
Faramir attention turned to a man dressed in pitch black, sitting down, tied hands, with two rangers pointing arrows at his
head :
- So this is him, then?
- Aye, milord. He did not spoke a single word since regaining consciousness.
- I see... nor would I, if captured by my enemy.
Faramir got close to the man in black. The smile on his face turned into shock. Underneath the black hood, with very long
hair and a beard of many days, he recognised the face of one of his childhood friends. Berethor ! The man that stood sitting,
under guard by his own men, could not be a servant of Mordor.
- Milord ? - asked the Ranger - Is something wrong ?
- This man... this man, he is...
The man in black looked up and saw Faramir. Knowing his identity was discovered, he had to act quickly.His bonds were already
undone by him long time ago. Backfliping, he triped one of the rangers that stood guard to him. The second one shoot his
arrow... but he avoided it, missing his head by mere inches. Only a few more seconds remained before the entire camp would be
alerted and come to his capture. Faramir was still stunned in desbilief. The man in black took his chance. Grabbing an elfen
Dagger he had hid in his boot, he quickly took Faramir has his hostage and pointed it at his kneck. Over 25 Rangers were now
surrounding both men, with arrows and swords at the ready:
- Stand down, scumm - One of the Rangers spoke - You have no chance to leave here alive.
- Stop ! Drop your weapons - said Faramir - He is not an enemy.
- Milord, we can not let him escape... nor take you has hostage. - Replied the Ranger, pointing his arrow into the dark
hooded one's head.
- You taught them well, milord Faramir - the dark one spoke, surprising all - I am sorry... I had no choice, I merely wanted
to return to my mission... but we seem to be in a situation where I must spill the blood of brothers of Gondor to proceed...
and that I can not do.
The man dropeed his dagger and raised both hands up. The rangers were puzzled but rushed to is recapture.
- Stop ! - Faramir ordered - This has gone for long enought. The man that stands here is Berethor !
Most of the Rangers seemed to recollect the name. The younger ones had no clue what was happening. Faramir continued :
- He is a man of Gondor ! He serves the White Tree. And I called him friend since we were both children. I know not what are
his reasons, but I order you all to let him go !
- Milord ! We can not do this. He came from the Black Gate ! We will forfeit our lives if we just let him go.
- No ! - the man spoke. - If you must, report that you helped Shiryu, Dunedain Ranger of the North escape an orc ambush.
- Shiryu, is it ? - replied Faramir - We heard you left Harad and went North a few years ago... we heard nothing more from
you ever since.
- I am sorry, milord... much has happened. I return from a mission to Mordor, no less...
- Mordor ? How can a single man survive those lands ?
- With much sufering and some good fortune, milord.
- Stop that "milord" thing. Youre making me fell old.
Smirks: - Sorry, Faramir... old habits passed on from my foster-sister...
- I have much to ask you.
- And I fear I can not tell you much...
Shiryu looks around his scarse personall belongings, pilled up next to a Rangers tent. Finds and shows the Token of Rivendell
to Faramir.
- Elves... I am glad you seem to be doing fine on your own, Berethor.
- Please... Shiryu. I have long dropped that name along with my past.
- I see... Shiryu. But I sense the teachings of Gondor still guide your path.
- Indeed. I may not see eye to to eye with your father, but I still serve the White Tree.
- Aye... and those teaching serve you well, if you have the trust of Milord Elrond.
- I must return and report to Rivendell as fast as possible. We are in grave danger. I now know what turned Saruman the White
into madness.
- How so? We heard many rumours...
Faramir was interrupted. A Ranger came running into camp:
- Ambush ! We are under attack !
Has he spoke, Orc came storming into the camp. A battle ensues. Shiryu and Faramir fought back to back and felled many orc.
Shiryu then spoke, has the battle continued.
- They come for me, Faramir. I am endangering you all. They want to return me back, alive, to Barad-Ur. I must make haste to
Rivendell.
- Very well, we shall try to get you the time you need. Go, my freind, haste. We shall meet again, in this life time.
- I am sorry ... my regards to Boromir.
- Men of Gondor ! Stand and defend this camp ! - was the last words Shiryu heard from Faramir, has he rushed into the thick
vegetation of North Ethilien.
To be concluded...
The Return of Shiryu
"The Return of Shiryu" Chapter 2 of 2
Days and nights gone by. Shiryu kept heading north, without rest. Avoiding the main road, he passed unnoticed to all... but
one: saruman, the White, wich saw all in Isengard. Since the hordes of Mordor had failed to recapture Shiryu, it was his turn
to try. And has such, he sent 25 Uruk-Hai to ambush and bring him to his presence alive. And their paths crossed just on the
edge of Fangorn Forest...
Surrounded by the Uruks, Shiryu stood alone, blade at ready:
- Puny human - spoke the Uruk chieftain - We take you to Isengard... one way or the other.
- Many where the times I wished to visit that land... the time it was filled with lush green forests... I care not much for
the fires of Industry. May I decline such a envitation ?
- No... not quite. - smirked the Uruk chief.
One of the ohter Uruks came form behind and hitted Shiryu on the back of the head with is club. Shiryu fell to the ground,
unconscious.
- So falls the mighty Shiryu, Dunedain Ranger. Weaklings ! All humans are the same, nothing more then easy targets ! Too bad
we have to take back alive...
He began laughing, as did most of the Uruks. A few seconds later... the Uruk chieftain was crushed by a huge bolder. Four
Ents came out of the edge of Fangorn and proceed in dismembering and torning apart the entire Uruk party. Shiryu was out
cold, and he missed the entire battle (or should it be said... one sided slaughter?). The ents gathered around the fell
Shiryu:
- Hmmmmmmm... is the human infant dead ? - an ent spoke, looking at Shiryu.
Some minutes later :
- Noooooo. He still breathes...
- Goooood.
Several minutes later :
- What do we dooooo ?
- We better ponder it well...
The four ents just stood around Shiryu. After some time, the Ent named Treebeard came out of the Forest:
- The trees spoke to me of a battle. I came with great haste, ra rum. Where be the mockerys of Life of Isengard for me to
crush?
- They are... a bit all over the place, Treebeard... you are late. - replied an ent.
- Cursed my oak skin, ra rum. I missed all the excitment again...
Treebeard noticed Shiryu in the floor.
- Oh...what have we here...
One of the ents gently grabbed Shiryu and turned him over
- Ra rum ! I know this human Infant - said Treebeard - I saw him not more then a few days ago (Note: over 3 years ago, the
first time Shiryu headed north seeking the heir of Isildur). He used to mock my way of talking, no less, ra rum. But a fine
good heart on him. I wonder... why is he here... hes is both injured and exhausted... hmmm.
The five ents stood for hours trying to decide what to do with Shiryu. It was finnaly decided one of them was to carry him to
Lorien and let the elves decide what to do with Shiryu. And so they did.
A day passed by. Shiryu opened his eyes. He was in a soft bed, in a place he had no recolection of. Has he turned his face, a
fair elf lady healer that was on watch by his side spoke to o him:
- You are finnaly awake, human. Do not move, you had quite a blow to your head. You were in very poor shape when he brought
you to our lands.
Shiryu puzzled, asked:
- He ? Lands? Where am I ? Is this the after life?
The elf lady smiled in tease, and replied.
- No, silly human. An ent brought you here. You are in the realm of Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel. Lothlorien.
- Lorien ? How did I end up here...
- I can not give you answers of what I do not know. Please...rest, I shall go summon milord, he wished to be notified of your
conditions at all time.
The elf woman left. Shiryu stood on his feet, stil a bit woozy. His hair was cut and hes beard shaven. He looked in the room
and did not find any of his cloathes and armour, so he remained dressed in elven cloathing. An elf entered the room... none
other the Lord Celeborn, with two escort centurion warriors. Shiryu bowed and got on his knees:
- Milord Celeborn. It seems I own you my life.
- Shiryu of the Dunedain. Word of your deeds with Teclis, Tyrion and Siia has reached my realm. Rarely have I meet such a
human with so many traces of unselfishness. I also know the aid you havem our smaller, dwarven allies... and of course...
your deeds in Rivendell.
Shiryu looks very apollogetic and speaks:
- Look.. that door at Milord Elrond house...it was an accident ! The door must have been already old or something... I did
not mean to brake it into that many pieces...
Celeborn raises his eyebrow and speaks:
- Ah..yes...word of THAT also has reached me... I was speaking of the other deeds...and your current mission.
- Oh... right, milord. *coughts* I must return to Rivendell as soon as possible.
- Indeed. But first, I wish you to report to me all of what you found. Do not worry, I have sent word to Elrond that you are
alive and well.
Celeborn ordered his escorts to leave. Shiryu spoke all he had found in Mordor. Celeborn was most distressed about the grave
news:
- So... it is as we feared. Elrond was correct. It is very fortunate you are here and alive.
- I thank you. I had to go. And I have won my battle, the nameless can no longer tempt me to his side. I must still leave and
report to Elrond of what I discovered.
- Yes... and I have a plan. It shall confuse our foes and hopefully keep you safe for some time.
One of Celeborns escorts returned with a gold plated second age elfish war plate mail and shield. He gave it to Shiryu.
- Milord ?
- Yes... we had to destroy your old ones... they were well knonw to the enemy and were filled with Mordor stench. I offer
this in replacement... and this.
Celeborn gave shiryu a scroll. It had the following written:
"Milady Siia: I send you one of my finest centurion warriors to aid you in your quests outside of our home. Use him as you
best see fit"
- You... want me to keep an eye on Siia ?
- No. I want her to keep an eye on you, my human friend. And I want you to pass as one of my land. This is my plan, and it
should make both Saruman and the nameless loose track of you.
- I see... very clever, Milord. I shall obbey your command. Can I ask one more thing?
- Perhaps...
- May I meet milady Galandriel ?
Celeborn shakes head:
- Siia told me you might try that... NO. Best be on your way...
- Aye... I am sorry, and I will leave immideatly.
And so he did, grabbing his new armour, before Celeborn changed his mind.
More days and nights passed, has Shiryu made his way by the mountains, back to Rivendell. He made his best to pass unoticed.
Upon arriving at Rivendell, most of the elves did not believe he was back. Most did not believe he would make back alive. He
was, after all "only human". He was quickly directed to Elrond:
- Milord, I return...
- Shiryu, indeed. My faith in you was not missplaced. Speak, I am eager for you to tell me the tale of your journey.
Shiryu reported everyhting to Elrond, from his departure to the events in Mordor, and the plan of Celeborn. Elrond was a bit
upset, for all that he feared was indeed true.
- Shiryu, at least, you are back. And I sense no longer doubt or taint in you.
- Yes, Milord. My faith is not the same as Isildur. The nameless tried and failed. I will not turn to the dark side. I will
remain true to my friends... and the most terrible foe to our enemies.
- We need all the aid we can, in the times to come.
- Indeed. I hate to deceive my freinds... and I fear Siia will not be fooled by long by my "desguise".
- Perhaps... after all, you are no elf.
- Maybe not... but I will pass by one if I keep my mouth shut. I will utter no words to anyone else.
- Truly, Shiryu, a wise decision. I have seen other humans in the past use your kindness to their own purposes. They may
ignore you if they believe you are no use to them.
- I shall take my leave, find Siia and my other many friends. I thank you for evetyhing , Milord Elrond.
- Yes. You may go. Well done, I hope to see you around. And remember Strider. He and the Dunedain show most concern because
of your... disapearance.
- Indeed? I fear Strider will be quite mad if I tell him I went to Mordor alone...
Shiryu bows and leaves. Elrond turns to his sons, with a slight smile and says:
- I told you we would see him again.
OCC: Back ! v ^_^ Did I miss anything ?
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Not that I intend to knock your work, its good, but these events didnt actually happen.
We want to follow events which actually took place.
Just giving a good excuse for my current "look"
how about got some new armor that excuse always works for me
Thats too cliché, Andrew.
*cough*Originally posted by Shiryu
Thats too cliché, Andrew.
ROFL......get out of my head!
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Can we have this thread back on track from now please. It should be used regularly for people to explain things they have seen which could have later reprecussions on the world.
not your latest fashion decisions
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In thefollowing passage, Elrond Half Elven relects on the recent goings on in the world and his foresight of what may lie ahead.
The world is crumbling. The confident air of order we had over the free areas of this Middle Earth is collapsing. Men, women and children are being slaughtered or enslaved by the enemy and we can do nothing. How did we allow this to happen, how did it gain a hold so quickly? Why has our presence become non existent to so ruthless an enemy? Should I face that all will soon be lost, and head west, never to return?
No, I cannot. Too many of the good people left look to me for aid and counsel and I must give it them. Looking forth, I see many outcomes, but which could become true? I see our enemy grow ever stronger and ever bolder, eventually toppling Gondor and ending the race of men forever. But I also see success, I know not how, but I see our enemy, defeated and a Middle Earth free from opression and war. Our path to this is unknown, but I know for certain that our people must unite, organise and face this enemy fast.
Too often now are settlements razed and pillaged. The enemy must be punished for his crimes, but we can only do this united. I hope with my imortal life, that the free people become reunited and face our enemy head on, before it is too late.
Seems there was a tale told by a lake towm textiles merchant and wizard of the white city (Jona and Anson respectivly) to a gullable....err...naieve...uhm...trusting elf maid about the witch in the shire causeing still born babies, curdled milk, poor harvests and sick cows....I wonder if the witch will ever be found....?
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