Andeerasin
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How about we take a little peak at your insides
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Post by Andeerasin on Jul 11, 2005 20:10:55 GMT
Grashnik walked to Carn Dum's empty throne and regarded the guards. He put a small peice of parchment down and left quickly not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. He spied Erkai wondering through the gothic shadows of Carn Dum and approached him. A smile spread across his orcish lips and a twinkle showed in his elven eyes as he approached the child, draped in a long black cloak that shadowed his face completely.
"Good evening, Erkai. I have a surprise for you. Lord Morsereg is away, but as a reward for your bravery and protection of Carn Dum after the departure of the forces of Angmar to Isengard and Rohan, he has given me the great honor of leading you to a wonderous land. A ship waits in the harbours of the Northern shores and shall bear you away to a fantastic place that is beyond any of your wildest dreams. Come and see..."
Grashnik didn't wait for Erkai to begin following him, he expected him to for children's interests are easily peeked. As Grashnik proceeded down the corridors he could hear the hesitant footsteps of Erkai. Oh, how exciting this is. Soon through the arched windows of upper Carn Dum, a lone warg could be seen waiting outside of Carn Dum's gates, and a large ship lay resting in Forochel's fog.
Erkai followed Grashnik outside of Carn Dum, only to be greeted by the cold northern air. The grey terrain of Carn Dum was eerily silent and only the quiet grunts of the awaiting warg outside the gate could be heard. Grashnik looked back towards Erkai as they approached the great gates of Carn Dum, and smiled sinisterly. He clapped his hands in a precise pattern and the Olog Hai atop the gate pulled at large levers and pullies that caused the gate to open. Grashnik stepped forward with Erkai and they mounted the large warg. It surged forward with great speed towards the ship and in mere minutes Erkai would be beyond the vision of the watching eyes of Carn Dum.
Lord Morsereg of Anmgar,
I, Grashnik, former steward of Angmar, have taken your son from the safety of Carn Dum. He now resides in the land of Haradwaith under the extensive care of Lord Gurherdir, my master. If you truly wish to see your son again then you should pledge your services to his highness and always do his bidding without question. If all of my lord's needs are complied then you may see your son live another day. For any further details you may need to contact him. I hope to see you soon.
~Sincerely,
Mahtan~
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 11, 2005 21:35:52 GMT
Morsereg returned, having the coffin of Alucard brought to the dungeons as he made his way to the Throne Room, upon the arrival of which he saw a letter. He rushed to it, hoping for some news of his family, but was grieved at what he read. "Erkai...no...my little one...first Theatana runs off, and then he gets taking away..." His shoulders were shaking uncontrollably from his silent sobbing, "I'll kill Grashnik, that traitor...I'll kill him," He picked up a chalice resting by his throne and threw it against the wall, watching it shatter. He summoned Elros, and seemed on the bursting point.
"I'm going to talk to your mother, then I am departing again. I am going to search for Theatana, and Alucard is leaving for Haradwaith. Erkai was kidnapped, by my former steward. Go with Alucard, for negotiation purposes. Kill none unless it is needed." Then he did something one would never expect out of Morsereg: He hugged Elros, whispering into his ear, "Good luck."
He then turned on his heels and rushed off to the chambers of hisself and his lover.
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Ilmare
Warrior
Be carefull what you wish for!
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Post by Ilmare on Jul 16, 2005 22:00:11 GMT
Ilmare walked into the throne room and found it abandoned.
"Where is your Master? I wish to speak with him." She said to one of Morseregs pets. The servant told her that his master was furious and leaving and not available in moment. Ilmare shoke her head and said: "Tell him Enedwaith goes soon against Rivendell and we want him to join us. I guess that might make him available."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 16, 2005 22:22:40 GMT
The orc looked up to Lady Ilmare, "But, Lady of Enedwaith, that is why he is unavailable! He is rallying his army and his allies, to strike down Rivendell! For the King Murazor has his daughter!"
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Ilmare
Warrior
Be carefull what you wish for!
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Post by Ilmare on Jul 16, 2005 22:32:40 GMT
"Even more a reason for him to see me. I am going with 27 000 men to Rivendell. He might want to know that for his plannings."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 16, 2005 22:41:14 GMT
"He has left for Gondor, you can probably catch him on his departure from there," The orc looked around nervously, "I have already said more than I should have, but you are his ally, so I assume it is alright."
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Ilmare
Warrior
Be carefull what you wish for!
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Post by Ilmare on Jul 16, 2005 23:14:01 GMT
"It will be alright, don't worry." Ilmare grinned about the thought Morsereg would have requested aid from Gondor. She didn't want to catch up with him in the white city. It would be better not to show her face there in moment and stay outside of all ranks. She would meet Morsereg at the ford to Rivendell.
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Ilmare
Warrior
Be carefull what you wish for!
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Post by Ilmare on Jul 28, 2005 23:43:14 GMT
Later... a messenger from Lady Ilmare arrived at the throne room, bowed deep and said:
"I bring word of Lady Ilmare. She invites you to the victory council in Imladris, to discuss the new rulership and the belongings of that realm, as well as future projects in the east."
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Post by Siranna on Aug 1, 2005 15:07:35 GMT
A messanger entered the halls and bowed to Morsereg and handed him a letter from Mirkwood.
Dear Lord Dindaedel,
The Lady of Mirkwood has invited you and any of your subjects who you wish to bring to a masquerade ball in Mirkwood. All realms are invited but at the time of the ball there shall be no good or evil, merely a party with gatherers. Come to talk, joke, and have fun and maybe fix any loosened ties withing realms. We hope to see you and those you bring. Please reply to as soon as possible.
Sincerly, Siranna of Mirkwood.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 10, 2005 4:29:07 GMT
Morsereg sat in his chair, hair tossed about his face. His robe was wrapped tightly around his body, and he looked scared out of his mind. His staff was resting against his throne, and fear crept out of his eyes and seeped across the room. His talk with the King of Gondor had changed him...He wasn't sure if he was on the right side. "Dwar...Dwar..." He croaked out of the room, and the Barrow-Wight floated in eerily.
He kneeled before Morsereg, looking up to him, "What is your wish, my master?"
"Dwar...am I on the right side? Am I making the right decisions?" He frowned at the Wight, who only glared silently.
"Of course you are on the right side, My lord...and you ask me, of all things, to correct you, m'leige?" He stared at his master silently, wondering.
"Dwar...I don't think I can take it. My daughter has gone...Erkai is within Harad, and now I think they failed, for I have not heard from Alucard, nor Elros. Or Sayyid, for that matter. Namine's love is slowly fading...what is there, for me, Dwar? What is there?" His eyes locked with the cold rubies of his undead servant.
"There is all of Middle-Earth, My Lord." Dwar's lips curled into a pale smile, "And it shall all be under your grasp...soon enough..." He held his hand out, and Morsereg grasped it. He was helped to his feet, and seemed renewed. The air around him seemed to darken, and a bloodlust rekindeled in his eyes. He smiled devilishly to Dwar, and looked out a window.
"Ready our armies. Once the Iron Hills have fallen, we move towards Haradwaith. Then we shall move on to the Elven Realms. I shall burn Lothlorien with my own hands. Mirkwood will come soon after, and Theatana will truly see the error of her ways. Shortly following will be the Human Realms of Rohan and Gondor." His hands gripped into tight fists.
"My empire shall soon stretch all over this Middle-Earth."
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Post by Erkai Dîndaedel on Aug 13, 2005 23:42:37 GMT
Some while later...
Erkai bursted into the throne room, and, despite barely being nine years of age, was emitting a great deal of anger, "What took your servants so long, father? You'd think that because I was your youngest son you'd have me as your top priority to retreive, not wars in other places!" He scoffed, "I can see why every other denizen of Middle-Earth hates you. You're a selfish prat. I can't believe I'm related to you," He growled to his father.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 13, 2005 23:48:22 GMT
Morsereg shot up, anger in his eyes, "Are you complaining about me saving you?" He laughed, "I could have left you to rot in Gurhedir's dungeons, you foolish child!" He approached his youngest son, hand on the hilt of his sword. "Would you have liked that? Huh? HUH?" He grabbed his son by his hair, pulling him closer, snarling.
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Post by Erkai Dîndaedel on Aug 13, 2005 23:50:00 GMT
Erkai's eyes widened, and he recoiled, "No...no father...please, don't hurt me," He looked up to his father worridly. "Please..." His voice was desperate. He didn't know the half of what was about to happen.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Aug 13, 2005 23:50:23 GMT
"Hurt you?" He laughed, and tossed his son, by his hair, to the ground, walking over to him. "I won't hurt you, son...no." He planted the bottom of his foot firmly on his sons chest, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at his neck. "No I'll do much worse then that."
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Post by Erkai Dîndaedel on Aug 13, 2005 23:51:12 GMT
"Father!" Erkai's voice shrieked throughout the fortress, and soon the highest ranking officials in Morsereg's army gathered to watch. "Father, please!" Erkai's eyes widened for a second, and in a surge of energy, Morsereg was knocked off of his son.
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