Searching for Albesteen...

[Alatariel]

From the shadows of the trees watched the interested, and not all that surprised, eyes of Alatariel. Her black elven-cloak shielded her from the view of the birds that fluttered about over head, and from the eyes of those that were fighting a short distance away...though they were probably too interested in what they were doing to be looking for her anyway. She leaned herself lightly against a tree and folded her arms, watching the battle with great interest. Mayhap someone would die. Wouldn't that be a delight.

(OOC: Hope you all don't mind my dropping in. I was bored and wanted to be in on something. Morsereg talked of Albesteen in Mordor, so that's how I knew where this was taking place. But don't worry, I won't interfere with your fight. I just want to watch...lol)

[Boobers]

Albesteen slowly began to grip his staff more tightly than ever. The trees around him swaying violently in the wind."All of the darkness of the pits of Utumno could not avail you this day, Megloren Istdale!"

Albesteen looked to the sky and pushed the bottom of his staff into the loamy soil of the earth. The leaves were picked up in a whirlwind that surrounded the trees and focused themselves into a solid sphere. The leaves were tossed towards Megloren and engulfed her, blurring her vision. Albesteen spotted Morsereg out of the corner of his eye approaching the scene, with his staff and mourning star in hand. With a jerk of his staff, Albesteen pushed the leaf-covered Megloren into Morsereg sending them toppling back. The attempt may have been in vein for Albesteen knew that he alone could not stand against both of them but he would make his last courageous stand.

[Gurherdir]

A lone hawk flew overhead and with a screeching cry shifted its shape into that of Arken of Lothlorien. The Elf Sorcerer landed on the ground, and soon his sorcerer's staff/spear flew out of the sky into his hands. He looked at Albesteen and asked, "Need an ally?"

OOC: And before anyone asks how he knew of the battle, he saw it in the mirror of Galadriel

[Boobers]

Albesteen looked to the elf with his weapon in hand and nodded in an exasperated way. The powerful blows he had delt were not without cost and at the moment he needed all of the allies he could get. "Indeed. I beleive I would not be above accepting help. Be cautious. These are no mere villains. They are traitors that hail from Aman."

[Gurherdir]

"I may be only an Elvish Sorcerer and not an Istari, but anything is better than nothing," Arken said, and gave a quick search of the immediate area, making note of anything he could use to his advantage.

[Alatariel]

Alatariel watched for a moment longer before turning from the battle scene. Pitty she couldn't stay longer and see the turnout...but she was sure she'd hear of it soon enough. She scooped her raven tresses back from her face and scanned all that was about her. This was an interesting land. Perhaps she could do a bit more exploring here. And with that, she left the battle scene.

[~Tom~]

Murazor appeared out of fire infront of the silver wizard and he roared " Leave these lands afents of Darkness, go back to wence you came. he stared at the 2 people his stare not moving he didnt blink .

He had arrived in time so it seemed.

[Boobers]

"Now you are outnumbered!" Albesteen looked to Murazor silently whispering. "Beware. They are powerful."

[~Tom~]

Murazor turned slightly to the wizard and said " Dont worry my friend , your safe now " he turned his gaze back to the other 2

[Megloren Istdale]

((Guys, I dont mind the gmoding, its cool and all, but please dont beat me up in more than one post when Im offline and dont have a chance to defend myself. I will do the same.))

Megloren smirked and helped Morsereg up, brushing her brown locks from her hair. "One ally is reasonable Albesteen, but bringing in Murazor the Pathetic is just another example of your weakness and desparity." She gripped her staff tight and thrusted downward. Wave-ripples shot from the strucken-earth. It began to crack and decay. After a few minutes, where a once green clearing lay, now a large fissure stand. It was a huge open hole, bottomless, which now separated the two groups of magik-weilders.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg growled, and his staff began to glow for a second as he pointed it at the trees. They began to catch fire, one by one, "Surrender your staff, Albesteen, or the whole forest shall be burnt! I shall send Warriors to your home of Amon Sul, and then to Annuminas! Arnor shall fall to the Sudden Doom of Angmar!" He scoffed, "Murazor, do you really think you can do anything? You are pathetic, and weak. Stay aside," He sent a small blast of magic to knock Murazor backwards.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir appreaed in a burts of lfame infront of arken and smiled at him very evily and his swrod appread in flames.
"HAve you ever played with fire arken because its really dangerours"
He lunged at Arken on hand holding a sword hte other hand on fire.

[Megloren Istdale]

"Ahh yes. And the Elf.... Elven tricks against an Istari? I wonder how that will play out..." She sneered, giving another thrust, sending Albesteen shooting sideways some meters to his right. With another jerk, he went flying several stories into the sky, and came back down with a blood-curtling smash.

[Gurherdir]

Arken stepped backwards, sweeping his spear along the ground to knock Lancir onto the ground. "Danger is in the eye of the beholder," he said, and wind rushed past him to blow out Lancir's fire.

[Megloren Istdale]

Megloren turned her attention to the Elf now. She jerked her staff around once more, heaving Arken backwards into another tree. "Kill him Lancir. Leave no trace of his pitiful exsistance."