The White Tower Pub and Inn

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg looked up to Aragorn, thinking about it in his head. He could enjoy some time with Aragorn, and let his mind be rested, or he could be alone and have a troubled mind. He preferred the first one. He nodded, "Of course," He motioned to the seat across from him, "sit down, My lord. Unless you have somewhere else you would rather move to?"

[Envin]

"Nay, this shall do fine. Shall I call the boy over?" Aragorn motioned for the landlord to serve Morsereg, but the innkeeper paled at the sight of the insidious Istari, and instead threw his serving boy over the counter, who landed with a resounding crash amid a table of mugs and glasses. "What could Gondor e'er offer to a lord such as thyself to journey south from his chill home of Angmar? Or is't merely for my Tournament? If so, then I am dreadfully dissappointed that my City does not suit," Aragorn smiled, as the serving boy finally made his way over and asked Morsered what he would care to order.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg looked up to the boy, "Just get me some ale, or something. I care not what. " He smiled and turned to Aragorn, "I have come for the Tournament, but I enjoy it here quite much so. It's alot warmer than up north, but it's a requirement, if I am to have my fortress amidst the northern Misty Mountains, and have my realm surrounded my so said Mountains." He looked down to the table for a moment, thinking to himself.

[Envin]

"Perhaps," said Aragorn, looking thoughtful as well. "Morsereg, thou and have not known each other many years, but curious I am of thee and thy past, and what drives thee to what many call evil. Wouldst thou tell me of thyself and thy history? People name thee the Black Istari - wherefore came this name?" The boy came up with a large brandy for Morsereg in a goodly snifter, fine liqour of Dorwinion, and a plate of bread and butter. Aragorn looked at Morsereg.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"You wish to know of my past? So be it, then. I warn thee, this is not a tale for those of a light-heart," He was, actually, not warning Aragorn, but instead warning the people around them eavesdropping.

"I shall reveal all to you, Aragorn." He smiled as he took a sip of the liquor, locking his eyes with those of Elessar. "I am an Istari of Mandos, the Doomsman of the Valar. I am his emissary, so to speak. I was sent here, to Middle-Earth, to destroy those whom themselves were evil, to bring about their Doom. I was a Harbinger, so to speak.

"On my way from Valinor, I departed from the track, abandoning the Istari with whom I was sent with, and with whom I was supposed to look after, Alatar and Pollando. I am now guessing that it is my fault that they turned to darkness, without another Maia to stop them. I wandered to the dark land of Avathar, where the spider Ungoliant had once dwelt. I befriended the spiders of Avathar, and even took my time to learn their language.

"I believe I departed from Avathar in the same period of time that the Fellowship of the Ring was created, followed by an Army of Spiders. We made our first stop in the port of Mithlond...where I enjoyed a feast...not one given willingly, however. I feasted upon the flesh and blood of the Elves of Mithlond, which had earned me the name Bragolamarth among them, for in the month or two following, I would come upon Mithlond and elves would dissapear by the dozens, endangering their race even more.

"And thus I moved northward, finding the abandoned realm of Angmar. Carn Dum had been deserted by the Witch-King of Angmar centuries before, and had since thus become infested with Orcs and Goblins, ruled by merely a Barrow-Wight, by the name of Dwar. I struck a deal with Dwar, that I would allow him to become my second-in-command if he would aid me to bring a ruler to Angmar once more. And thus, with my Spiders, aided by the Barrow-Wights of Dwar, the Orcs fell under my sway.

"For the next year, I spent my time breeding more Orcs, and gathering Wargs and Trolls from the Ettenmoors. I used my powers, given to me by Mandos, to summon up the Dark Spirits once used by the Lord of the Nazgul in his armies, when the feud between Arnor and Angmar was neverending.

"That is also what has earned me the name, The Black Istari. I specialized in what some would call the Black Arts, and brought those fell spirits from the dead." He paused, taking another sip of the brandy. "Before long, an Elf Woman by the name of Namine wandered upon my lands, and was taken by my Warg Riders to my fortress. We spent time talking, and grew on each other over time. Before long, we were married.

"Now, what is it that drives me to evil? There are numerous reasons that one could pick from. Perhaps it is that when Morgoth came with Ungoliant to destroy the Trees in Valinor, he left seeds of evil to be sown in particular Maiar. I stomp out only those whom I feel incompetent rulers, or those who deserve it, in example, my revolt upon the Lady Megloren.

"My most lethal attacks, however, are those driven either by pure hatred upon the ruler, or those driven upon one that has done me wrong." He smirked, taking a third sip from the liquor. "And there you have it. My tale."

[Envin]

Aragorn had sat in silence throughout this revelation of Morsereg, and, truth be told, he was surprised to have gotten so thorough a response. He nodded at points, and when Morsereg had concluded there was silence for a few moments.

"An odd thing it is how simply good and evil can be twisted to one's own uses - the words, that is. For what thou call good many would call evil, and for what thou have no patience many would call good. I have more respect for thee than many other who call themselves Lords, for hardly e'er have I known thy honour to be broken. But why rise to power in such a wise, slaying and destroying? If, as thou propound, seeds of discord and strife were sowed by Morgoth at the Rape of the Silmarils, and thou recognize it, then why not be rid of it? The creatures one employs matter not as much as their mode of use, 'tis true, but surely more noble beings might be found, if thou art aware that thou follow a path which leads to death, as it did for Morgoth? But there again, perhaps thy fate will not be such, for only upon those who are worthy of it and deserve it do thou exact vengeance and war. And, again, there is the crux of it, for is't given to thee to exact punishment for aught that thou sees as wrong in a land out of thy bounds? Though when thou'rt wronged, I agree wholeheartedly that action is required. And when thou'rt betrayed. See, dost thou, how simple and yet complex is this that we call good and evil?"

[Arien]

Arien walked in and looked around at all the poeple eating and drinking. She walked over and sat at a table by herself. Although no one notices her she orders a drink and looks around examining all the poeple of Gondor.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg sat there, looking at Aragorn. "Yes...there is quite the complexity between the thin boundaries of good and evil..." He frowned, "I will not fall in combat, that much has been assured to me by my Master. Only by sickness shall I die. I am not to die in battle..." He smirked softly, "I will, however, stay on my path. It is mine to wander, however..." He looked into the eyes of Aragorn, "I shall not attack meaninglessly. I shall descend upon any with a reason, and attack for the reason I was sent here: To deal judgement and doom to those who I see fit."

[Arien]

She overheard the two talking and listened for a moment or two to try and figure out what was going on. She then relized it was non of her buiness. She smiled to herself and took another sip of her drink, and glanced around the room.

[Envin]

"Aye, and for such do I hold thee in esteem, not to trouble overmuch with the squabbles of petty rights and the like, as Gondor must as she is respected. Oft wish I for the days when my life was simpler, when naught was there to it save a walk in the forest or a campfire at eve. Such is fate, I suppose - never able to see what one shall be and realize it for what it is in sooth until the time has past." He sighed. "Then if thy master hath granted thee immortality in battle, I commend thee - 'tis more than I can say for the blood of Numenor. But my line shall linger long after thine hath diminished, in that much I may take refuge." He laughed and smiled. "Nay, I think not that there is a great difference between us, Lord Dindaedel. I would be pleased if thou would call me friend."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg smirked, "Call you friend...I already do," He looked into Aragorn's eyes, "Immortality in battle is not all as it may seem. A blow that was not meant for me may take my life, and even if I was completely dismembered, my heart would beat on...It is a hollow life."

[Envin]

"And I am glad of it, for such as one as thee is a steadfast comrade, but oft have I wondered at the disdain of Men for the gift of death given by the Maker - the downfall of Numenor. A full life and a long do I wish to live, yet glad for the chance for new adventure shall I be when the circles of Arda I depart. But feeling and emotion thou have - am I wrong, forsooth? Some gladness in life thou must surely see?"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

He shrugged slightly, surveying Elessar. "I see little happiness in life, besides that within my family, which seems to be falling apart. If they were to be gone, I would be nothing. Nothing." He frowned, glancing at the other pub patrons.

[Envin]

Aragorn nodded and offered Morsereg his pipe. "Know I all too well thy meaning. Without my wife, and the sons and daughters that will come...I do not wish to think on't. But thou'rt known in Gondor, that at least may be some comfort: thy fame is such that people cringe to see thee. But it that what thou wouldst desire, to frighten and cause fear?"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"I care not what others think of me. I am who I am, there is no changing that," He refused the pipe, and had the strangest feeling that Aragorn was trying to change him. "I am a sinner, and for my sins there is no redemption."