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Post by Alcorad on Jun 27, 2005 17:49:08 GMT
Doren held his hands into the air. More leaders had revealed themselves and while he did not trust Megloren he did not want an enemy in his own kinsmen.
"Peace! Ashuron is correct. This council is my own fault and the originaly intentions have obviously spouted anger. Peace is the objective and perhaps my own caution turned to paranoia. Perhaps I am the villain here. We must hold order. Now that Isengard is here perhaps... perhaps we can find a way to hold sanctitude in Middle Earth. I do not want war. I do want peace but with my suspicions that may not be attained. I shall throw aside all of my former accusations no matter how much I beleived in them. May we regain order and reistablish the noble objective of this council?"
At the sound of the voice Doren turned to Albesteen seeing the palantir in his hands. He saw the power coming from it and a clear face inside of it. The face of Morsereg Dindaedel, Dark Lord of Angmar.
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Post by Boobers on Jun 27, 2005 17:53:15 GMT
Albesteen stood after quiet was acheived aside from the voice of Morsereg Dindaedel. When all leaders were gazing at the palantir confused and aghast Albesteen regained his calm but walked to the side of the long stone table so that he could reach the center and crudely placed the palantir for all to see. "Behold! Our true enemy!"
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jun 27, 2005 18:18:03 GMT
"You will all fall!" He hissed, and his head glanced around at the people sitting, "Against the power rising in the North, there is no victory! You shall all fall!" And then, his face dissapeared, to show images. The ghastly Barrow-Wights, led by Dwar with his ruby-red eyes, ransacking Annuminas. Then to Dwar and Morsereg standing over a bloody Doren, then to Elros and Theatana enslaving the people of Arnor. The hobbits walking in lines, chained up, being whipped by Orcs and bitten by Wargs. The Prancing Pony burnt to the ground. Albesteen's staff being broken before his skull gets smashed by Morsereg's morning star.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 27, 2005 19:10:21 GMT
"To preserve peace it seems that our objective is clear my friends. Will you not aid me?" Doren looked to Ashuron and then to the dwarves and his kinsmen. Even to Megloren of Isengard. "Please my friends!"
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Post by Garland on Jun 27, 2005 19:11:15 GMT
Garland glanced around the room. "Do you think these threats to be serious, or perhaps this Morsereg draws from Doren's fear."
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 27, 2005 19:13:27 GMT
"You have seen this before your eyes. Evidence of the things to come. Why do you deny what is before you?"
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Post by Garland on Jun 27, 2005 19:20:49 GMT
Garland looked at Doren a bit puzzled. "I have denied nothing. I only question the truth in what we see. What good would it be for him to reveal his plan to this council? What is Morsereg trying to accomplish with this revelation? It is a valid question my Lord."
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 27, 2005 19:25:21 GMT
Alatariel listened intently for a moment outside one of the doorways. A smirk curled upon her lips as she stepped up, she noted one of the guards nearby, but for the moment paid him no heed. She wore a green cloak...the hood pulled up over her face. For the moment, she travelled under the guise of her twin sister...and none would know her different. If they knew her at all. The elven maid folded her arms, tilting her head slightly in curiousity at what was happening inside the room.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 27, 2005 19:25:37 GMT
"Perhaps he is to sure of himself. The fact is that he did reveal it. Will you let him send a mighty army to your doorstep and the doorstep of all the free peoples or will you stop this weed before it spreads?"
Doren buried his head in his hands. His people were in danger and his own fear of this moment jeapordized his land. His allies were questioning what was so clear and the seeds of distrust that were sown in the council had grown. Doren raised his head and looked to Aragorn who had such a high influence in Middle Earth. If he could do nothing then no one could.
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Post by Garland on Jun 27, 2005 19:31:25 GMT
Garland looked up to the elvish woman. "And who might you be, My Lady?" Then, he turned back at Doren. "It is not my intention to be ushered into some trap this evil Lord weaves, my friend."
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 27, 2005 19:35:38 GMT
"We have no choice. It is either that or face a greater foe than you could ever imagine. Perhaps Morsereg wants you to beleive it is a trap. Perhaps he still nurturing his army preparing them to strike."
The Citadel Guard approached the elven woman, brandishing their pikes. "What business do you have in Annuminas?"
(Alatariel is outside.)
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Post by Alatariel on Jun 27, 2005 19:39:45 GMT
Alatariel looked to the guard, irritation glinting in her eyes, though it did not show on her face. "Mayhap the same reason that others have gathered here. I have heard rumor of the shadow in the east, and I come to see if it is the truth." She bowed her head, seeming to show respect for the guard.
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Post by Alcorad on Jun 27, 2005 19:46:55 GMT
The guard looked to the door and began walking towards her thinking her to be a bit confused. "I am sorry but at this moment no one is to be granted entrance into the citadel."
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Post by Garland on Jun 27, 2005 19:49:21 GMT
Garland shook his head. "It seems to me this council was summoned but for one reason: To start a war. Now, conveniently for you, there is this revelation from Angmar's Lord. I fear peace had no chance in this place."
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Post by ~Tom~ on Jun 27, 2005 19:50:03 GMT
"You have my sword my friend , i will fighty agaist the evil in the north , then we shall have peace, and order in the west once agin with out fear of being attacked " Murazor said coming back into the debate.
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