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Post by naxara on Jan 3, 2006 15:58:49 GMT
Theatana stood in a ring with two other Uruk-Hai. There was a tournament going on among them. As much as she hated it, she had to join in with them. After the last rulers fall, the land had become a waste. She lived in the far North Western boundaries where there was more food, so to speak. Because she was so far out she knew naught of the new ruler. Of course she had felt a prescence but wasn't sure what it was and neither cared.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 3, 2006 20:01:12 GMT
All became quiet amid what once was jeering and shouting within the orc ranks. Steadily the troops began to make way for what seemed to be a leader of some importance. A great black Uruk stepped into the ring that the orcs had formed, the red jewl shining on his chest and a great helm adorned in Mumak horns to signify the truth of his rank. He was of the Legion of Terror, those most trusted by Alcorad that guarded the tower of Barad-dur. "Disperse you apes!" he shouted in his harsh tongue. "There is one here who is bidden to come to Lugburz." The orcs looked around in fear. They felt that one of them, and they didn't know who, was going to be executed for some unknown reason. Often the mischeif makers were taken and sent to toil on the Gorgoroth. That was the ultimate penalty. But still others were taken to Seregost, the central base of the Black Uruks where the most terrible of torcher regiments took place. Although a select few of some importance were sent to Barad-dur. The once trusted minions to be punished by Alcorad himself who would torchure their weak minds with his very will and contort their bodies into odd, mangled shapes within the confines of lower Barad-dur.
"Where is she!" the Uruk shouted again, sending angry glances with his milky white eyes towards the orcs assembled. At the mention of the word she the orcs exchanged confused glances until those surrounding Theatana noticed her and pushed her forward into the ring. Hand after hand after hand pushed at her back roughly until she stood before the Black Uruk. The Orb upon his plate seemed to shine all the brighter at her approach and the Uruk's mouth curled into a toothy grin. "My Lord wishes to speak with you, witch. You are to come with me."
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Post by naxara on Jan 3, 2006 23:51:05 GMT
"I do not answeer to a mere Uruk as you. If your "Lord" biddens me as you say, then have him come upon his own will. To me, you are just a filthy object created by a man so stupid as to kill himself. She said disgustedly as her eyes looked him up and down. Her hair was back in a braid, her clothes and blade black and dripping from some of the slained. She brought her sword to lips and licked the blade clean, her eyes penetrating the Uruks mind. Then she pointed the blade end at him. "Now go!"
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 5, 2006 4:50:53 GMT
The Uruk let out a deep-throated laugh looking down at the giril with his black eyes and revealing a ghastly yellow smile of sharp teeth. "You would do best not to threaten me, wench. I am of the Legion of Terror. You would be a fool to contend with my will for I am no rabble of the slave farms. I am Uruk. I am a trusted servant of his Lordship. Now come if you wish to stay within Mordor. Your wanted in Barad-dur. Surely you would prefer the luxuries of the Dark Tower to company such as this?" The Uruk said, a malevolent grin upon his face, for he was already recollecting all of the horrors of Lugburz. It was indeed sheltered from the heat of Mordor, but only more dangerous to those unwelcome in Mordor.
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Post by naxara on Jan 5, 2006 5:00:52 GMT
"So let me see, I stay here with these scum or go with you. Wide variety of choices." She smirked. "And who the hell do you think you are calling me a wench?" She demanded, her eyes red. Then the Uruk fell to the ground, an invisible force crushing his bones. "Go, tell your master if he wants me to come himself, I do not answer to filthy scum as you." She sneered and released him. Then she walked away to her home at the bottom of the mountain. As she walked, the uruks and orc scuttled away from her, she never looked back.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 5, 2006 5:13:38 GMT
The Orc grunted as he pushed himself onto his knees and with some difficulty rose to his feet, his dark eyes glaring coldly at Theatana's back. "Get back to work, you apes! I have things to do and when I return I better not find you slacking. Alcorad will have your lazy hides of you sleep a wink!" The Orcs' facial expressions changed from surprise and exitement at the Uruk's fall to the slow sadness as they realized the the stakes for the labor they would undergo. They knew well of the new Lord of Lugburz. Always within their minds, he haunted them, sending mental strains this way and that when they slacked in the slightest during their daily chores. Many died under the pressure of his retribution and only the strongest survived to undergo another blow on another day when Alcorad found it to be at his leisure. Where they found pain, he found pleasure.
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Post by naxara on Jan 5, 2006 5:19:19 GMT
Theatana walked into her home. It was simple, nothing nice or new but good enough. almost everything had at least one blood stain as big as a quarter. Theatana gave no thought to this lor or uruk. They were lousy scum for all she cared.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 7, 2006 0:54:59 GMT
Night had fallen over Mordor, though none could tell save for the intensified darkness of the gloomy skies. From the Carach Angren came three shadows, approaching from the North of the Gorgoroth and coming onto the small home built on the outskirts of the orc encampement. It was this place that was eluded to as the residence of the Witch by the Uruk of the Legion of Terror. Alcorad smiled smugly as he stepped across the ashes and was greeted with silence from the whole of the Orc Encampements. It started into a low murmur, travelling steadly backwards through the orcs until the creatures had broken into ranks before him and kneeled down low on one knee. The Lord of Mordor no longer smiled but stared upon his slave farms with cold contempt. How could they let an outsider dwell among them for so long.
The trio made their way to the front entrance of Theatana's home and waited, Alcorad's cold gaze firmly placed upon the decrepate old hinges and driftwood from some plundered Gondorian camp. It was as if this woman dwelled in utter poverty even though that was all there was to offer to those who were not as esteemed as to serve as the Court of Doom let alone live in Barad-dur. "Reveal yourself, witch." Alcorad said in a commanding tone, his hands hidden within his cloak, open to reveal his features. He would reveal himself to the Witch who had escaped his gaze and reprehend her for her ignorance.
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Post by naxara on Jan 7, 2006 1:00:07 GMT
It's about time. You may enter. Said a cold voice in his mind.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 7, 2006 3:03:38 GMT
Alcorad scoffed and pushed the door open with a gaunt hand, scanning the home with wary eyes. "Reveal yourself witch. I beleive we have some matters to discuss concerning that Black Uruk earlier."
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Post by naxara on Jan 7, 2006 3:24:25 GMT
"No harm was done. If that is all, then you may leave." She replied walking out before him. Her blue eyes scanned him up and bown. Her beautifully silky hair rested upon her shoulders and her body and curves perfect, which was great for her power of seduction which could lure any many, demonic or no. "Why have you come? To assert you crap a$$ powers that you claim to be all mighty? Look, you called for me, I declined but that thick-headed Uruk would not listen so I taught him to not mess with me, end of story." She told him.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 7, 2006 3:34:51 GMT
Alcorad smirked listening to the petty reasons and insults. Such a foolish girl. "I am afraid that I am oblivious to the term crap and perhaps you refer to the ability of shifting into a donkey when you say ass, but I am afraid that neither of those apply to me in any way, I am sure. You are within Mordorian borders, Witch, and it is not the end of the story. You were said to have some extraordinary powers among the orcs and to tackle a Black Uruk is no small feet. You have two options. Prove yourself to me through a rigorous challenge and join the legions of Mordor's forces or be delivered to Harad like a useless package. I am sure you could be made into a fine concubine." He smiled in mirth and paced around her small home. "Choose."
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Post by naxara on Jan 7, 2006 3:39:02 GMT
"Neither." She said defiantly. "Why should I ever want to fight for you, tell me thiss? I fight for Mordor, how do I know you are worth the work?" She asked him curiously, her arms crossed, watching him intently. Her eyes never left him as he walked. "To me, all I see is a worthless prat that wants to be in charge. Prove me otherwise." She dared him.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 7, 2006 3:43:15 GMT
Alcorad's face became blank, his dark eyes dull and cold. A gaunt hand moved swiftly forward and clasped tightly around her neck, the grasp becoming firmer with every second. "I assure you such antics shall get you nowhere save death. If you are as powerful as they say and do not wish to aid me then I shall simply steal your soul and increase my abilities by a large amount. Think quickly, Theatana. Time is running out as is your air."
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Post by naxara on Jan 7, 2006 3:47:59 GMT
Theatana smirked and disappred in a puff of black smoke. She came from behind and clasped his neck. Then she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "Never, touch me like that again." She sneered throwing him out her door. Then she walked out. "You wanna fight? So be it!"
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