Haradwaith's Throne

[Gurherdir]

"Oh, it's one of you is it?" Gurherdir said. "Last time I checked, I owned all of the pirates that come near my Bay. However, it seems that you do not greet me as your king, but only as a King, quite strange indeed. That doesn't matter however. Tell me what you're here to say, and then we can agree upon some fair price for your information I think."

[Marcus]

"I think ye might be a bit interested in a fellow from Gondor that has travelled here. His name is Aragorn, by chance you might have heard of him." Marcus smirked.

[Gurherdir]

"What? The foolish King of Gondor, here? Where?" Gurherdir leaped off his throne, grabbing Marcus by the throat. "Tell me where he is, and you shall be well paid. Tell me!"

[Marcus]

Marcus peeled away Gurherdir's fingers from his throat. "I will take you to him..... but, for payment, I want twelve ships, double the price that that worthless King refused to pay for his safe passage." Marcus smiled, "A rich and powerful King like yourself would hardly miss the ships from your grand navy. What do you say?"

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir's golden eyes stared straight at Marcus, as if peering into his soul. "Very well. You shall have your ships. Lead me to this King."

[Marcus]

"Very well, me cap'n is waitin at the docks. Ye send someone ta arrage the ships inta 'is care an I'll be takin ye to yer fool friend Aragorn." Marcus turned to lead Gurherdir to where he had left the two men and the girl.

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir sent one of his guards to alert the harbor master to give the ships to the captain. Then, the Haradrim Lord followed the pirate out of the fortress.

[Marcus]

((I continued in the other thread))

[Gurherdir]

Haradrim guards came in, dragging the pirate Marcus between them, who they unceremoniously threw onto the ground. "Well well, it seems we have a honored guest among us," Gurherdir said in a mock-serious voice. "Now, I have a job for you to do to aid me in my struggle against that Gondorian imbecile, which you can either accept or," Gurherdir placed a metal claw on top of Marcus' wrist, "I can start removing your limbs until your agree to do it."

[Marcus]

Marcus looked at him defiantly. "And just what ye be payin me ta do 'is job a yers?" He didn't flinch at at all, figuring the beast to be bluffing.

[Gurherdir]

"Your life should be more than enough payment I think, pathetic inferior" Gurherdir said, forcing his claw downward onto the man's wrist with as much force as he could muster. "Now, are you willing to help me destroy Gondor or would you prefer to lose a leg first?"

[Marcus]

Marcus let out a whelp of pain and cursed Gurherdir loudly as the claw sliced through through his wrist. With a rush of adrenaline he kicked at the beast as hard as he could, screaming out more threats before he fell down grasping the bloody stub where is hand used to be.

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir signaled to one of the Haradrim to hand him an axe. He kicked the pathetic man to the ground and placed the axe head above the man's leg. "Infiltrate Minas Tirith for me or else there will be a repeat of the last incident." Gurherdir raised the axe.

[Marcus]

(Cut it, then the eye.... then he'll get the point)

Marcus screamed out, "How am I 'sposed to do it?!" and he rolled to the side trying to avoid getting his leg chopped off.

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir brought the axe down, severing the leg. "Now that you're disfigured, you should be able to pass into Minas Tirith as one with no money and no limbs. You can beg for money in the streets by day, but by night you shall work for me." Gurherdir grabbed Marcus by the neck and held him a foot in from of his face, pulling forth a powder from a pouch at his side and showing it to Marcus. "Do you know what this is? One of the most flammable material in all the Earth, a gift from my master Morgoth and produced by my servant Yoko who deals in such things. You shall spread this material throughout Minas Tirith; a little in the streets, a few kegs of it in a store-house, and other such things. Thus when I assualt the so-called 'White City' it shall erupt in flames! But what, you shall have one more gift from me first." Gurherdir took one of his claws and drove it into Marcus' eye, showering both of them in blood and then threw what was left of Marcus to the ground. "Now then, you can agree to help me or I can finish you off."