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Post by Alcorad on Dec 23, 2005 16:24:39 GMT
The Morannon, the mighty fortified gateway beleived to be built by Sauron to guard the entrance to the BlackLand of Mordor. It was a mighty gate that stretched across the haunted pass of Cirith Gorgor. The gates opened onto a narrow valley, Udun, and were highly defendable. Ineed they were only successfully assulted once on their history, by the Armies of the Last Alliance.
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Post by Alcorad on Dec 29, 2005 17:25:38 GMT
A great darkness loomed about Barad-dur and Mount Doom was alive in a frenzy of fire and shadow. The land of Mordor was moving it seemed as streams of smoke lifted from the Gorgoroth and the molten rivers around Barad-dur spat tetra from their basins onto the bank in a colorful display of light and power.
A dark rumble echoed over the plains, as the mustered armies of Gorgoroth began assebmling in Udun, marching beyond the Carach Angren and towards the old Morannon that had been enhanced by Alcorad's sorceries but was still under construction. As the drums of war echoed from the massive instruments of the Hill Trolls, still the faint clash of metal was sounding throughout Cirith Gorgor, from the tireless hammers of the snaga and goblin slaves of the ashen desert. A black host was passing through the Cirith Gorgor and heading East. Still the meeting was trasnpiring in Carn Dum as they did so, but soon enough they would arrive at the northern borders of Lorien, just beyond the East Gate of Moria. They would await further instruction from Alcorad and Cile there.
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Post by Alcorad on Dec 30, 2005 18:18:32 GMT
The black tide of soldier after soldier reared over the horizon, the drums of war still beating wildly and the banner of the dark hand flowing vibrantly in the wind. Alcorad's forces brought themselves before the dark gate of Mordor, the Morannon. It had been completed in their absence and its behemoth doors were spread wide for their entry. The armies of Mordor passed beyond them and dispersed throughout Mordor, the citadel of fire glowing vibrantly as powerful blasts of molten rock were flung into the air, sillhouetting Barad-dur behind a bright display of power. Cile had been scared from his hole and was now taking refuge elsewhere. The armies of Mordor would be prepared though in their vale of Udun and muster for whatever fell strike was pitted against them.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 3, 2006 22:29:41 GMT
The gates of Erebor had opened, and out came Orre. He began his journey directly south. This took him through the murky lands of the Dead Marshes, and the baron deserts of Dagorlad. Days since his departure, the Dwarf-Maiar arrived at the Black Gate. "Aye, fowl mistake of the Valar, let me in, or I shall climb these wretched mountains and come in m'self!"
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 23:31:19 GMT
From the gates of Barad-dur the Orcs looked down upon Orre and muttered to each other in low voices until one by one they took up their bows and notched the arrows. "Lets skin the little dwarf alive and hang his hide from Narchost!" There was a low murmur of agreement and exitement that rose into the laughs of each of the orcs but amongst the shouting a great thunder silenced those assembled. A booming voice eminated from the Black Gates as the Uruk Gaurd of the Morannon stepped forth and cupped his hands around the red orb placed upon his chest. "Orre, Emissary of Aule, why have you come to me this day? Do you come to bother me with your talks of anger and hate upon me? It matters not to me. After the great destruction of all of Western Arda the Valar swore never to intrude upon the matters of Illuvitar's children ever again and so I ask you. Why have you come to Mordor? Make your reasons known Orre for I have no time for the games of your folk. Speak."
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 4, 2006 0:26:59 GMT
Infront of the Dwarf appeared flamed and stood in them was a man he seemed to tower over the puny dwarf and he said back to the Uruk " Bow's will do nothing to this dwarf .. but i can " the last part was merely to himself as he knew the dwarf body was just a shell , there was a spirit inside of him , a maia spirit to be precise.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 4, 2006 12:50:33 GMT
"Hush! Be silent." Orre growled, pushing Murazor out of the way and looking forward at the creature near the gate. "The Valar have never made such a promise. Illuvitar created the Valar to create the Maiar, to protect Arda, fool. Hold your tongue. I have not the title of the 'wise' because I can tie thy shoes fast! I repeat again. Let me in to see Alcorad, or I shall climb these mountains and come in myself!"
(Murazor, if you have any powers at all or are a Maiar, you need to post it in the proper thread....)
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 4, 2006 17:11:42 GMT
(dude im not gonna use any wizard power at the moement, so i see no need to post em i use what i use to get around mainly)
Murazor drew his sword instantly and place it at the back of the dwarfs head and poke him with it until iot stang him ." Fool you dare push me aside like that , do you not know detah when you see it"
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 4, 2006 20:30:22 GMT
Orre rolled his eyes in annoyance and clutched the hilt of his War Hammer. In one swift movement, thw Maiar's devilish hammer made strong contact with the blade of Murazor's sword, casting it aside like a toothpick. "Such a brittle weapon frightens me not, scum. I daresay Aule's craftsmanship shines far brighter than a sword of that stature. Do not fool with me."
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 4, 2006 23:04:13 GMT
Murazor spun round his heel meeting with the dwarfs jaw cleanly knocking him over like a twig in the windabd he spun his sword round in an arc until it came to Orres throat . And he said smugly "Only i know the opower of muy blade and its more then just that of an orcs " it had been with him all his time tasting the flesh of elves it was one of the best swords ever forged in Angband, it was forged by him.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 4, 2006 23:13:17 GMT
Orre chuckled, getting to his feet. An angry gleam in his eye shone in warning. He could tear this man limb from limb if he wished. However, this was not a day for bloodshed. "Do you honestly wish that I rip your arms out of their sockets, mate? I think not. Now go away. I have bussiness to attend to that doesn't involve a baboon." He wove the ammature a dismissive hand and turned back to the gate.
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 4, 2006 23:14:48 GMT
(dude u just got up with a sword through the throat , im pretty suire thats a kill )
He laughed and said " I have more experience then you ammature , i am more powerful in strength and power .. weakling " with that the fires of mount doom spat forth again and Orre was back on the floor under Murazor, his weapon hand pinned to the ground by Murazors foot and his kneck at point blank range with his blade.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 4, 2006 23:35:29 GMT
With an 'oof!' Orre was back on the ground. He growled, and took up his Hammer once more. In a quick movement, he swung his hammer at the back of Murazor's knees, causing him to buckle and fall over.
The Maiar stepped on the blade of Murazor's sword and smirked. "This weapon, spawn of Morgoth, is weak, as are your words to me. I am a direct herald of the Great Craftsman, and an emessary of all of the Valar. I mean not to boast, but I have more power in a finger than you do in your entire body. The powers of Morgoth are dead. You have no power amung us any longer. Get over yourself."
((I need you to post your powers and a bio before you begin to even use your 'extreme fighting skills' please. I know nothing about your character, nor his abilities, and I need something to work off of.))
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jan 4, 2006 23:40:25 GMT
(thats the point hes a secret n o one knows who he is but Alcorad , and the powers if im not gonna use em yet i dont really need to post em , but hes a bit of a changling fire demon like etec)
Murazor kicked the dwarfs over his head his hammer flew out his hand and Murazor, just embedded his fist in the dwarfs face repeatingly punching him where his eyes were until they started to darken then he stood up and threw the dwarf accross the ground . Slowly Murazor saw the hammer and his sword and chose to pick them up he slowly walked back to the gte with abit of satisfaction.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 4, 2006 23:49:55 GMT
((You didnt bother to read my own profile did you? Well then, you need to start. My hammer cant be picked up. Also, Im pretty sure that your post could be considered a god mod. I need a profile from you, bottom line. Im sorry, but by not posting your profile no one knows anything about him or his abilities. Orre is also embedded the knowledge of Vare the Weaver. She granted him the knowledge of all she knew. She is the maker of history. Im sure that Orre would know something about him anyway. lol And just because you posted a profile doesnt mean you have to publicise your character's information. It can be kept secret... All of the details anyway. We all need to know about him out of character though. Im not one to start an arguement, so I will just ignore your posts until your previous one is somewhat modified and you have a profile up and your spells/powers are posted also. I really hope this doesn't come off as rude, but that is information we NEED to know about Murazor since he has some powers/skills as you have made clear. )) Orre sighed, wipping a bead of sweat off his brow and turned to the Gate once more. "So, will the counsels of Mordor permit me to enter or nay?" The Dwarf looked at the creature sternly, however he pulled out a pipe from his pocket and lit up, beginning to smoke as he awaited an answer.
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