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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 1, 2006 18:03:40 GMT
Gruffly the Dwarf-Maiar made his way into the realm of Angmar. Mist surrounded him, yet he knew where to go, what to look for. What to listen for....
Soon he was well within the borders. Morsereg would not be far away either. "Come now, Lord of Darkness. I come to talk with you."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jan 1, 2006 20:19:52 GMT
Hidden in the mist, many growls came from Spectral Wargs who could not be seen. "Quiet," Morsereg growled to the pack as he stepped out from inbetween them, eyes locking on Orre. "What business do you have in Angmar? Speak swiftly," He held in one hand his sword, in the other, the previous War Hammer of his son Cile.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 1, 2006 20:37:34 GMT
Orre smirked, palm resting on Korâzë's hilt. "I have come to see you, Morsereg. The Valar... are dissapointed in you. I daresay that at the very least you will not be returning to Aman any time soon. Mandos, of course, sees differently."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jan 1, 2006 21:41:20 GMT
"What, does my dear old dad think that you can take me down?" He smirked, laughing softly, "Does he not remember the curse he laid upon me? Something about me dying only by my own sword?" His laugh slowly grew louder, "I am not about to take my own life. Mandos shall stand by me in this case." He tossed the war hammer into the pack of Spectral Wargs, holding instead onto the sword he held, crafted by Aule, one of the finest swords ever made. It would stand against Orre's hammer, no doubt, as long as he willed it to.
"Come then, at me, oh Maia. Now you shall deal with me, Oh Emissary, and all the powers of Udun!" He growled, rushing forward towards Orre.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 1, 2006 21:45:41 GMT
Orre growled, pulling Korâzë from it's leather strap and swinging it to deflect Morsereg's sword. "I assure you, had Aule known that you would fall, he would not have made such a gift for someone so unworthy. How do I know this? I am his herald. I have not come here looking for conflict... But if it is a duel you wish, then it is a duel you shall have, you sorry mistake of a spell-caster!"
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jan 1, 2006 22:02:35 GMT
"If you come not for battle, why do you come? Speak swiftly," Morsereg drew back calmly, hand tightening upon his sword. The two were heavily blanketed in the mists of Angmar, so it was that the two could barely see each other.
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 1, 2006 22:51:22 GMT
"I will speak as a wish. We are equal here, Morsereg. Do not threaten me." Orre's voice was calm as he leaned against the propped-up War Hammer's hilt. "I have come to tell you, as I have already said, that the Valar are not pleased with you. You have destroyed what they have built in places, and you are poisening the minds of thousends with your twisted teachings. You and your devilish excuse for a 'brother' and his followers." The man sighed and sat down on a rock, removing a brown pipe from his pocket and lighting it up. Smoke whisps drifted from his large nostrals as he exhaled the fumes.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jan 2, 2006 6:05:29 GMT
He nodded, anchoring his sword into the ground to lean on it. He would act casual and comfortable around Orre for now. "What do you, or my dear old dad, wish for me to do, exactly? I cannot undo what has been done."
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Post by Orrë the Wise on Jan 2, 2006 16:04:50 GMT
"Well...." Orre's voice was somewhat muffled as he spoke through the pipe in his mouth. "Naturally, Mandos has taken your side, Morsereg." Orre eyed him over his thick bushy eyebrows. "The Valar are in disagreement. The cause of it? You. Mandos insists in no further dealings with Middle-Earth. This came up because of your darkness which he defends by saying this. You are already not comming back to Aman. Mandos and Nienna will not allow it. You have poisened the air with your rulings here, and thus the High King is angry. You have clouded the view of the sky and it's beauty in these northeron waists, and hence Varda is upset. You have destroyed all wildlife that was able to grow here, and that is why Yavanna is mad. You have abused your powers of wisdom, and that is why Aule is angry. You have killed many, and that is why Nienna cries. You have forced her to weave a sad tale, and that is why Vairë, your 'mother' is upset.... There is no way to undo the horrors you have forced upon others, Morsereg. You can, however, prevent other dealings of darkness to happen. If you are gone, there still remains a large threat. Alcorad. He is growing in strength and ruins all that lays within his path. Stop him. You can, because you have started it." He sighed and got up, putting the pipe back into his pocket and picking up his hammer. The Dwarf-Maiar swung it over his shoulder and disappeared into the mist.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jan 2, 2006 16:13:51 GMT
As Orre left, Morsereg turned to the west, eyes penetrating as far as he could see, going even farther to Valinor. "Weep, Nienna. For there is more blood to be spilt. Your emissary cannot take me to see your side of things. No, I am too poisoned. You can blame Mandos for the curse those years ago. For the taking of my heart," He turned around and began to walk back to Carn Dum through the heavy mist with his pack of Spectral Wargs, picking up the War Hammer of Cile first.
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