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Post by Orrë the Wise on Dec 27, 2005 0:48:01 GMT
A flock of a thousend or so bats under Cile's unfluence flew from the caverns of the Misty Mountains and in the direction of Mordor.
Days later the flock was at their destination- flying overhead hundreds of feet above the ground, observing all they saw. These winged-things made several rounds around the Tower of Barad-dur, and flew off to further investigate the goings-ons of the rest of Arda.... yet they took all information they heard and gained with them. Cile would be most pleased with this information.
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Post by Jadyis on Dec 31, 2005 1:22:14 GMT
Jadyis arrived back at Barad-dur and this time was not hindered in the least, though she senesed many an unfriendly eye watching her as she progressed and arrived at Alcoards throne room, throwing open the doors and entering as she had become accustomed to she lowered her head slightly to Alcoard in way of greeting "It is done. I have taken the slaves that survived to be Umbar and sold them for quite an impressive return. The spoils taken from the wretched village have already been delivered to Carn Telloth by Orc and now the supposedly free citizens of Gondor toil in the fields" she tossed her aurburn hair over her shoulder and awaited Alcoards response.
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Post by Alcorad on Dec 31, 2005 3:19:32 GMT
Alcorad smiled as Jadyis relayed all that she had done on her mission to the coasts of Gondor. "Excellent." Alcorad said as he clasped his fingers together and rested his head upon his intertwined hands. "Then you have done as instructed and taken Hargakh's aid aswell, for it was only he whom I had given instruction concerning Carn Telloth. Well done, Jadyis. I suppose that now you have indeed proved your abilities and I shall allow you into the inner sanctum of Barad-dur. One of the servants should prepare you a room in the upper levels but I am afraid that business shall have to wait."
Alcorad smirked and leaned back in his chair, looking over the new addition to Mordor carefully. "You see I have just returned from a council in Moria and the former leader of that region has betried the like and retreated into some other corner of the world with a large portion of his host. There were three reasons that I sent you to Gondor. One, now that you have taken part in the slaughter of the coastal villagers, there shall be no betraying me for none of the free kind shall take you. The second reason was obvious, and that was that I was in need of additional slaves to send to Nurn. The third was to test your compitence. You have proved to be very compitent and so I shall assighn you to a very dangerous task. Find the leader of Moria, Cile Dindaedel, and either apprehend him, or if he proves to be a neusance, kill him. I myself shall also search for him but not with you. I beleive that a large search party would attract too much attention and any grunts that I would send with you would prove only to be a distraction. Therefore you shall be going alone. Angmar in the North shall be searching the western side of the Misty Mountains along with Enedwaith. Mordor and Rhun have taken the liberty of searching the eastern side of the Misty Mountains."
"Now I have come into contact with an additional ally who shall also partake in this scheme. They shall make themselves known to you if ever there is conflict but even so do not relenquish without a feigning reluctance. Do not fail me Jadyis if you do locate Cile. If anything I would at least like to know what sort of hold he has over the region he resides in."
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Post by Jadyis on Jan 2, 2006 19:47:41 GMT
OOCWoohoo, This board is back. I was waiting for it to go all weird again but it never happened  ICA fortnight passed before Jadyis's shadow once again fell across the threshold of Alcoards throneroom. Striding into the room she bowed to him briefly "My Lord Alcoard, I bring news of Cile Morserg, and I am pleased to report that he is no longer any concern to us" she smiled, an expression that could only mean something terrible had happened "I have received word that his miserable excistance has been ended, though not by own hands. The coward would not face me, and instead left his trolls to be dealt with...and dealt with they were" Jadyis grinned wickedly remebering the wrath she had left loose on the creatures, for it had been a great source of dark enjoyment to her
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 2, 2006 23:08:22 GMT
Alcorad's eyes were dazed in concentrations, for through the stone of Anorgash who too was receiving word from Dwar and his comrades of Cile's death. "Indeed Jadyis." his voice boomed through the halls. "I have learned of Cile's death and am indeed most gratified. It would seem that his futile existance shall trouble us no more but what does concern me is that he died without so much as putting up a fight. Could it be that in the end he was truly as ignorant as I beleived? That his childish ambitions fell to my brother's cold heart? It matters not. All that does matter is that the goblins of Moria no longer shall question Anorgash' control over that region and Mordor may hold full sway over Khazad-dum's ancient ruins. But now that your mission is ended Jadyis I shall allow you to retire to your chambers. Go now and word shall come in due time of further advancements and new annoyances that need dealing with."
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 16:46:40 GMT
**LATER**
Alcorad idly walked throughout the upper chambers of his halls, delivering a swift inspection to those strong enough of the Legion of Terror to guard the inner sanctum of his mighty fort. His dark eyes scanned past each Black Uruk carefully, making not of any flaws that he might have come by during his search. It was as he inspected his loyal soldiers that from the corner of the hall he detected the faint sound of laughing orcs. "Scum." he muttered silently and moved towards the orignation of the sound to deliver cruel reprehension upon mischevious rabble. As he stepped around the corner their obnoctious shouting became clearer. While his contempt for the creatures was great and his will to scorn them with the tip of his blade even greater, he did realize that he never really took the time to listen to what they were babbling about but then again why woud he ever care. This day he was in a bored mood, however, and so he decided that he would stop just for a moment and become the audience of what they beleived to be a private conversation.
"Impossible!" one bow-legged orc among them shouted, swinging his arms wildly. "The Lordship of Mordor would never fall to the Lord of the White Tower, Aragorn. Alcorad is far too powerful for he has not squandered his abilities as the other did."
"Do not speak in such a way!" another shouted. "He could still hear you, we do not know to where he disspapeared."
"Foolishness." cried the first orc once more. "The old master is gone, he fell down right along with this very same tower."
At these words Alcorad slightly admired the creature for having the wit to recognize the obvious but then again if any other had done so he would have simply dismissed it as adressing the obvious and only took further notice at their lack of intelligence. So it would be with these.
"No matter!" cried a third orc. "We all know what that Aragorn caused at the Battle of Pelennor all those years ago. It was he who unleashed the Army of the Dead upon the Mordorian ranks, those slugs of the mountains who long ago hid away as cowards. He unleashed them and he carries the sword that cut the Ring!"
"So what does that meen!" replied the first. "It is not the sword that matters, it is the weilder!"
"I still think-"
"Enough!" Alcorad's cold voice boomed from the shadows. "I have heard enough of your nonsense concerning this Gondorian King. I shall not have any form of rebellion within the Dark Tower, and this questioning of my power would fall into my category. I am afraid I shall not be wasting any further time upon your useless lives and for that I bid you farewell." With a swift slice of his blade, Alcorad decapitated each of the orcs despite their difference in height.
"I shall prove their theories wrong myself." he said silently to himself. "Perhaps Aragorn's spirit shall be a worthwhile catch but then again the mindless orcs know little of what they speak." Alcorad turned abruptly, striding swiftly past his Uruk guards. "Conceal the upper chambers from the Orc rabble. None save the court of Barad-dur may enter these halls." With a simultaneous nod from his guard, Alcorad knew that his will would be carried out and so he swiftly returned to the throne without further care.
His creature was already awaiting his arrival on the Gothic Veranda when he came. Alcorad mounted the beast and spurred it into the air, carefully watching the doings of the slaves below him. With a curt nod of satisfaction Alcorad turned his sights back towards the West. Towards Minas Tirith.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 3, 2006 20:44:34 GMT
In the middle of the throne room of Barad-dur. Fire lept up as tall as a man, it looked as though there was a dragon dancing round it enrived in flame , until finally it died down and there stood a man as tall as most men,his eyes were lit up like the lava that was in Mount Doom .
As the dark warrior stood there mount doom spat forth its flame as the son of the dark lord long gone had come to Mordor the land of shadow, the land of the dark lords that try to conqour middle earth now .
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 20:56:53 GMT
Alcorad watched the little light show being performd intently and rested his head in his hand, yawning in a tired, bored fashion. "Yes?" he said in an exasperated tone. "I have been rather busy so if you would, please clarify your reason for being." Alcorad's eyelids covered a good portion of his eyes as if he were already sleeping. As if he had not had a good rest in some thousand years but that was anything but the truth. Alcorad had been resting for an Age and he had energy to burn.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 3, 2006 21:04:46 GMT
The torchs around the room ignited with flames cause the orcs to back away as Murazor walked forward to the man upon his dark thrown. Never had anyone talked to him in this fashiion , maybe it was because no one never had a chance to speak to him with that manner . When he was sent to kill he wasnt sent he was unleashed his urge for blood shed ewas strong his lust for power even more . He trained and trasined in the darkest pits of Angband where the toughest creatures lived kill them one after another getting stronger and smarter as he did. And here he was listening to a man talking to him as if he was not even a threat . He agev a slight hiss at the man before saying " I come forth to ask who is incharge of this rubble that has been of decent form my father " he looekd at the orcs and muttered ot himself , very long decent shadows of what they could of been.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 21:10:15 GMT
Alcorad furrowed a brow, a slight smile of mirth dawning his lips as the newcomer refered to Mordor as rubble. "Amusing. You see, your father is dead. Sauron's spirit was banished to the void at the downfall of Barad-dur and if you are searching for the Dark Lord of this region, then you need look no further. I am Alcorad, Lord of Mordor. Were you sent here to clean the waste chambers of the orcs? In that case you should descend to the first level of Barad-dur, the attendants should escort you there."
Alcorad's smirk faded and his eyes became rather serious as he eyed the being before him skeptically. Obviously this one beleived himself to be something immensely special. "Is there anything else that you need?"
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 3, 2006 21:13:19 GMT
Murazor laughed and the orcs cowered from the room until he took a more serious tone and said " You the darlord , i was exspecting some one menacing ... some one stronger " he had ignored the mans words about the orc pits if he went down there hed be feeding the man to the orcs.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 21:17:57 GMT
Alcorad scoffed, this one was obviously a waste of his time. "Someone more like you, I suppose. Well that wouldn't be very promising now would it. You are a thorn in my side, scorn of rats, and I bid thee farewell." The doors of Barad-dur were flung open and once more Alcorad yawned. He wasn't in the mood to deal with rebellious rabble. A waste of his time. Although it was obvious that this one did have power, that much he wouldn't deny to himself. If need became apparent though, Alcorad would escort Murazor from Barad-dur personally.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 3, 2006 21:24:01 GMT
"You can either have me as an allie or i can increase the pain in your side " he said in a more formaltone his eyes turned from the lava color back to its orignal hazel color.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 21:35:28 GMT
Alcorad began to laugh and stood from the Dark Throne, approaching the man before him with utter contempt. "And who are you to storm into the Throne of Barad-dur and expect to be delt as royalty? Who are you to treat with me? Some vagabond sorcerer from a forgotten time perhaps? I know naught of who you are so make yourself known to me for my patience is growing thin."
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 3, 2006 21:42:14 GMT
" A warrior form a forgotten place, born in a realm long ago reclaimed by the ocean , son of the a god long cast in to the void. For if you do not guess my heritage from my riddle i know not why my identity need to be known, but the fact that i should be feared should be enough , and my name means nothing but to my kin which have all long past into the halls of time or cast into the void for i know not who survied the purge the valar inflicted upon Morgoths armys apart from these weaklings you have at your command.. which are merely shadows of what they were when i served with them in the many battles of Bereiland." he said with hints of regret and sorrow of which he found hard to show of what his fathers brilliance had done just to of been unmade by the valar who swore not to interefere iwth middle-earths affairs.
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