Grashnik's Quarters in Carn Dum

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik had just received a message from the Silver Wizard when he stumbled into his quarters and sat on the feather stuffed mattress. He looked out of his window watching the orcs work into the long hours of the night.

The drafts of Angmar were cold and Grashnik's armor was making him sore. He had to choose one or the other. Grashnik removed his armor and traded it for his jerkin and vembraces. He decided a draft lasted until morning and sores and pains lasted days.

Grashnik layed back in his bed, listening to the constant chatter of laboring orcs. "Disgusting." The message was more of a freeing spell... one that released him from the darkness that held him. He sat up eyeing the interesting decorations of his quarters. All were twisted iron with morbid details. Then he noticed something peculiar. A bloody skull within what seemed to be some sort of sphere engraved on the floor. Obviously this symbol had some significant value otherwise the orcs wouldn't have bothered to carve it. Now he was a prisoner until the shadow overswept him again. He knew when it would take him and he knew that he could not delay it forever without bringing himself certain doom.

He dismissed the thoughts of his transformations remembering the task at hand. I need to leave Angmar but the halls are infested with orcs. The leaders are undoubtedly leaving now and soon Morsereg will retire to his chambers oblivious of my presence there earlier. I am tired from the journey... perhaps I shall do it tomorrow night.

Grashnik leaned back and thought. Everything would be completed in due time and now he needed to rest, no matter how badly he didn't want to...

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg slammed the door open, growling, "Grashnik!" He hissed, holding his sword in one hand and his staff in the other. He approached the bed of the orc, a fury burning in his eyes.

"What were you doing in my personal chambers?!" He stood over the orc, and soon was joined by three Barrow-Wights.

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik awoke from dozing. It seemed that a small margin of time had passed and he was well aware of what he had just done. Now he found himself sleeping in his new bed. It was rather comfortable considering his old rock... then he remembered. While he was under lights influence Albesteen had lured him into Morsereg's room to speak with him. He couldn't tell Morsreg that he had tampered with the palantir... there must be some way to cloak his actions...

"My lord, the door to your chambers was open. The guards were sleeping and I suspected it to be some form of devilry. I went into your chambers to make sure no intruders were present and there were not. I apologize if I overstepped my boundries, My Lord. Please forgive me."

Grashnik was somewhat of an orc but was also elven. His appearance was caused by the ancient days of Morgoth when he was hideously mutated in the pits of Utunmo. He almost felt the true transformation but escaped through a crack in the wall he had found while feeling his way in the dark with only the light of the Balrog's fire. This aided him in his infiltration of evil but that only was any use to him when he was under the elven infuence of Valinor. The transformation had it's effect but wasn't finished. Now he was under the infuence of the orc but once he awoke one more time he would be but a disfigured elf because each time he fell asleep he became his alternate self.

(i need to make his bio.)

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"If you let it happen again, Grashnik, or I find you are lying to me, I will kill you." He growled and turned on his heels, exiting the room.