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Post by Alcorad on Dec 23, 2005 16:23:26 GMT
The pass in the Northwest of Mordor, also called by the Mannish name of the Isenmouth. Both of these titles meen "Iron Jaws." It was formed where he spurs reaching out from the ranges of the Ephel Duath and the Ered Lithui met, leaving only a narrow passage to the Plateau of Gorgoroth and the smaller valley of Udun to the North.
As the passage to the Black Gate of the Morannon, Carach Angren was heavily fortified, and both the rocky spurs that overlooked it carried Fortresses and watch towers. Across the passage itself a wall of earth had been built, and a great ditch had been dug across the openeing spanned across only by a single bridge.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 5, 2006 0:12:12 GMT
Alcorad's Fell Beast descended upon the easternmost of the rocken spurs. He dismounted the creature who descended down into the lower orc entrance, keeping careful watch over the two being escorted across the bridge by a large company of large orcs known as the Morannon Guard.
Alcorad entered the largest room atop the tallest sentry tower and seated himself at a table wrought of mortar with many a hideous form of gothic chandelier placed about the room to provide a dim ominous lighting. Two large burly orc guards were stationed at the door with iron helms that covered their terrible faces, and large spears being brandished feircely with contempt towards any visitor. The slightest aggrivation of the lordship would result in a swift assult. Alcorad smiled, his fangs menacingly protruding from his lips. He was hungry.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 5, 2006 0:17:22 GMT
Orre walked for a ways, following the sight (and fowl smell for that matter) of the Fellbeast that soared overhead. Mordor looked the same- barron and glum as ever. The darkness Alcorad so strongly threatened him with threatened the Maiar not. Manwe and the rest of the Aratar knew what they were doing. Intrusted with Orre, was knowledge. And knowledge was power. Far more than Alcorad had, anyway.
The man made his way, slowly but surely, accross the small valley that lay between the Gate and Carach Angren. "You called, Dark One?" Orre said, walking through the door.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 5, 2006 0:55:48 GMT
Murazor came through the door followed by Orre , he looked round and the flame son the wall became brighter to Murazors preference. He slowly made his way to Alcorad where he stood next to him lookinhg at orre , in which if he made on false move he would fall swiftly.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 5, 2006 1:43:54 GMT
Alcorad send a wayward glance towards Murazor as the flames slightly ignited. He had always preferred the dark but he would not make a childish scene in front of the newcomer. It wasn't the time to play games. The Valar had sent Alcorad a present and he would need to peel off the wrapping to feast on the contents.
"Tell me Orre." Alcorad said leaning back against the seat of his chair. "Why is it that you have sought me out? Do the Valar wish for me to cease my dealings? Do they know of my growing power? Its rather amusing actually. You see they turned me over to Melkor. They sent me into the shadow. I did not do it myself. I either had to serve Melkor or fall into nothingness and you know I couldn't do that. One thing lead to another and as I was granted more and more power, it became necessary for me to steal the souls of the innocent to maintane those powers. I suppose you could say I've been stealing a bit of Mandos' business. Is he angry at me? I should hope not. After all he has his own crony to spend his time on." Alcorad scoffed, his eyes becoming forboding and dark. "Now speak, messenger. I have no time for your Dwarven nonsense."
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 5, 2006 12:42:10 GMT
"I am your equal, Alacorad. Morsereg had this same oversight when I came to see him. I shall gladly speak as I wish. Back to my message- yes. You are precisely right. I was created and sent here to put an end to all pittiful attempts at being Sauron here on Middle-Earth. Low and behold, we now have two! Funny, is it not? All of the Valar are angered by you. Yes, even Mandos. Of course, in his own stubborness he defends the blasted both of you. Right now, Nienna and Manwe are blocking the way to The Undying Lands, Alcorad. You and Morsereg, along with your followers, such as that Jaydis woman, will not be going back. But I should think you are content here, ne? Why would you want to go back to paradise, when you have been dealing death since your arrival? You have caused it, and it is death that you shall witness here in the mortal world for all ages to come. My bussiness will be done here after I ask this- You are not going to stop these wicked dealings. Am I correct?"
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 5, 2006 22:34:47 GMT
Laughter filled the halls form Murazor and he was sure that he was not alone if alcorad was not laugfhing aloud he was surely laughing at the dwarf in his mind. And slowly Murazor drew himself up right next to the wall and he said " You just needed to see Mordor to know that fool " nay the dwarf would not stand a chancre against Murazor nor Alcorad he was a fool to serve that valar , they would desert him when he msot needed them .
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 5, 2006 22:49:31 GMT
Alcorad indeed did begin to laugh. "In all aspects of appearance, yes, I suppose that the Valar did bestow upon you many gifts, and they may have told you that you were more powerful than me but there was one who lied. Yes I should wonder why Mandos is so stubborn as to send you here. I know why. It is because Mandos made a mistake many years ago in Angband and in his mind he knows it. Orre you are not so wise in all aspects for some things were kept hidden and you are not my equal. I am afraid there are aspects of my being that you shall never know, Orre... or perhaps you shall. But I am afraid if I revealed my true colors to you, you shall not be running back to Angmar to be telling Morsereg.
"Sauron was a fool, Orre, and I do not need to go to Aman to destroy it." A sinister grin crossed Alcorad's face as he stared down upon the dwarf. "Orre I am much more powerful than Sauron ever was for only with his ring did his might surpass even Manwe's in all of his glory. No I do not fear the Valar, Orre, and I shall speak openly of their strengths and weaknesses for they have many. The Lord Melkor would not have fallen you know had he not been so idle on his throne sitting in bliss with the Silmarils mounted upon his helm. Morgoth also was a fool!" Alcorad's eyes were in a blaze of fury now as his lips parted and his teeth shined menacingly as he gritted his teeth. "Do not come to me flaunting your hammer and your petty threats! You know not who I am despite what things were revealed to you. There are things not even Manwe himself knows. There are things only two people know in this world."
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 5, 2006 23:08:11 GMT
Orre chuckled to himself as Alcorad spoke. His words were twisted. So much so, that he actually believed Sauron was more powerful than Manwe. The most powerful of the Aratar! So demented was he that he considered himself powerful among all others, and that Orre the Wise was not so wise at all! So Vare's knowledge that she granted him was not so grand after all? The one whom made histroy was not wise? Orre knew better.
"I will take that as a no." The Dwarf-Maiar shook a weary head and then walked out of the room. Swiftly he made his way onto the plains of Mordor and towards the Ash Mountains. He would climb from there.
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Post by Jadyis on Jan 6, 2006 1:18:10 GMT
The flames of the tourches that lined the chamber blew low for a moment as from an invisible breeze as Jadyis entered the chambers garbed in a gothic black gown which only stood to have her fierce red hair stand out ever the brighter. Pausing she lifted her head as a wolf scenting out a pray "I can see that I have already missed the dwarf" she drawled pulling back her lips to reveal white straight teeth "Pity" she said with a sigh in her implaceable accent as she prowled the room as though searching for any remaining prey "Dwares are more of a challenge to kill, For there heads are so close to there necks it made it difficult to find a good cut"
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 6, 2006 2:12:44 GMT
Alcorad nodded to Jadyis and smirked. "Yes, I am afraid the little dwarf has run away. It really is a pity. I almost told him my secret." He chuckled in a deep-throated voice and stood from the chair. "Jadyis, where did Orre come from? I very much wish to continue our conversation... in a very aggressive manner."
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 6, 2006 12:54:47 GMT
(She doesnt know.  Orre wasnt here when she was looking for Cile.) A loud rummbling echoed through the plaines of Mordor as Orre neared the Ash Mountains. This rummble was familiar to him. A cloud of dark smoke filled the small area of land that the Dwarf now stood in. A large Dragon, with the rough appearence of a Balrog stood in front of the Maiar, bearing its enormous teeth. Without a word, Orre mounted this befriended beast, holding on tightly to two spikes on his two shoulder blades. Korr took off, back into the North. |
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 7, 2006 0:45:20 GMT
Alcorad scoffed as a large shadow rose into the clouds, some ruddy lizard, a runt of the dragon breed. Apparently it had found simularities in the stature of its master and thought it would be accepted more among dwarven kind. Such foolishness. It did not matter though. The Opals of the Black Uruks had revealed yet another finding. A young sorceress upon the Ashen Plains. "Murazor, Jadyis. Our day does not have to end here. Come. Accompany to the Gorgoroth where it seems we have yet another visitor. A little wretch has assaulted one of the Black Uruks. I demand to know the meening of such rash stupidity."
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