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Post by Alcorad on Jul 18, 2005 15:30:39 GMT
The Throne of the mighty Realm of Rhun is an extravagent hall decorated with many marble pillars at it's side that cast shadows into the alcoves just beyond them. The hall is lit by many pedestals with large basins atop them that house enormous flames larger than any torch could produce. The golden throne of room is beyond these many spectacles at the end of the hall. Here you may or may not find Rhun's leader.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 19, 2005 14:35:26 GMT
An orc wobbled into the room, bowing before Doren, not knowing who he was, "I am sent from the North, from my master Morsereg, to seek alliance with the Lord of Rhun, with his realms of Angmar and Arnor."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 19, 2005 15:32:46 GMT
Doren had only recently been informed of what had happened in Arnor. His people, -he knew- were residing in Pelargir but the loss of their homes troubled him deeply. Now he wanted more than anything for them to be able to return to their homes in Arnor and if given the chance, have his revenge on Angmar.
He laughed in a quiet hysterical fashion and began to circle the orc eyeing him with hatred and interest. "Interesting that a messenger of Morsereg Dindaedel should come to see me. This is where the host of Arnor came after their failed attack on Khand. You see when they learned of you're take over in Arnor they came here and have joined forces with Rhun's inhabitants. It's interesting though because I didn't even get to say goodbye to my home. It was ripped away from me while I was away in Mirkwood. Isn't that wonderful though because it just so happens that not only was it my home but... I was it's lord. And what sort of position does that put a lowly orc of Angmar in? I would wager it is not a very good one."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 19, 2005 15:43:19 GMT
The orc stared wide-eyed at Doren, "S-s-s-so sorry, my lord," He turned on his heels and ran like the whips of the Valaraukar were at his back.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 23, 2005 17:44:51 GMT
Days passed and night turned to day, day turned to night, days passed to weaks when finally word came from the Arnorien encampments. Doren was pleased at first to see one of his kin enter his halls but his his hope turned to dismay as the messenger of Arnor delivered troubling news. "My lord, the coasts of Gondor were assulted as our last encampments were pulled into the East. We viewed the destruction just as we were making our war through Anfalas. Amongst the destruction, the flag of Lorien stood tall above all else. It troubles me to beleive that the elves of The Golden Woods would commit to such a dastardly deed."
Doren turned his gaze to the large arched windows where light steemed through and thought quietly to himself on what to do. Gondor had ever been his sister realm and had always offered him aid when need had arrived but the devestating attack on Rivendell fuelled a hatred in Doren's heart. The beauty of the elves had been weakened enough and now Gondor had conspired to a dark assult with it's new-found cohorts, Angmar and Enedwaith. It simply wasn't plausible. It much seemed to Doren that soon Middle Earth would destroy itself and all that he could do was wait and prepare for the coming darkness. "That is troubling news but because of the events caused by Gondor and it's new allies, I shall do nothing to comfort their people. Though they may have provided us with shelter that shall only strengthen a neautrality between the goodnesses of Arnor and of Rhun towards them at best. I'm afraid that perhaps our only true allies are Mirkwood and what may remain of the elves of Rivendell. I have not yet spoken with the dwarves but if they accept to the New Alliance and join with Gondor as they weave these dastardly deeds under Morsereg and Ilmare's influence then we shall have nothing to do with them. I wish no war on any of them at the moment but I beleive that some fell force beyond my vision is turning each of Middle Earth's leaders against one another. Perhaps the assult on Gondor's coast was the deed of Ashuron and perhaps not. As of now I declare that my people and the peoples of the East shall no longer join in the affairs of the West. Return to your family, My friend and take all the supplies you may need. I thank thee for delivering this news but I shall dispatch naught of our lands' hosts to aid them."
The man bowed, somewhat troubled and left the Throne Room, heavied by the new weight that surrounded him. Once the iron doors of Rhun's throne hall were closed Doren looked once more towards the arched windows with sadness taking form in his eyes. "What hath become of my cousin, Aragorn. I desperately need him now."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 26, 2005 21:23:32 GMT
Morsereg entered the throne room, walking up to Doren, a frown on his face. He kneeled before him, and then looked up to the new lord of Rhun, "I have come to make an offer with you."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 26, 2005 21:28:22 GMT
Doren looked towards the Lord of Angmar, disgust in his face. how dare that slime come to him hafter ripping away the homes of his people, causing them to seek refuge in a place so forein. How dare he come now to bargain. And for what? "If it is a bargain you want, then speak for I have little patience for your kind."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 26, 2005 21:50:02 GMT
"I have come, to return to you your land of Arnor, and I ask only of you to aid me in my siege of Haradwaith. Their lord has taken my youngest son, and I want revenge. How does that sound to you? You can have Haradwaith, too, if it pleases you such." He looked to Doren, with a begging look in his eyes. It seems, when he was worried of his family, he would go to anyone for aid, and go to almost no ends.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 26, 2005 22:00:23 GMT
Doren paused at the mention of Arnor. His peoples' homes would be teturned to them. This was troubling. Already word had come pleeding for alliance with the Easterlings. Perhaps this was some fell trick. "I shall comply with your request on one condition."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 26, 2005 22:02:19 GMT
Morsereg smirked inwardly, the time was drawing near. Soon Erkai would be returned to him. "What is this condition, My good man?"
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 26, 2005 22:07:15 GMT
"I want my people to return to their homes before the attack. I want the return of my lands before the attack, and I want a full evacuation of your forces out of Arnor. Then I shall pledge my services to you. I would first like to know the full extent of Haradwaith's wrong doing before I murder their people and plunder their villages."
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 26, 2005 22:27:18 GMT
"He took my son away from me, out from my very castle, and now holds him hostage, saying that if I don't pledge myself and my realm to him, my son shall die. I have my most trusted servant and my eldest son with an informant of mine, to evacuate him. I do, however, need to go to cause a distraction." He bowed to Doren, "I shall evacuate my people out of Arnor, and we shall hand it back over to you." He paused for a moment, and then spoke to no one in particular, "Dwar! Take all of our Arnorian Troops and bring them to Angmar. Arnor is to be given back to it's previous lord Doren!" He spoke aloud to the atmosphere, and only two words came slithering out of the shadows in reply.
"Yes Master...."
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 26, 2005 22:41:54 GMT
Doren nodded and summoned a guard to himself. "Go and send word to the Arnorien encampments. They may return to their homes at their leisure. Tell the hosts to prepare for war and to assemble here. I need the full hosts to be ready for war."
The guard bowed and then recalled an important peice of information and relayed it to Doren before his departure. "Lord Doren, thirty thousand Easterlings have been mustered and recruited into our force. They have grouped with the our present Easterling host and are already heading this way, thus raising our number to eighty-one thousand."
Doren smiled and turned back to Morsereg. "Well there is your answer. When does the battle begin?" He knew that this man had destroyed Rivendell. He knew that he had deceived Aragorn in some way. But now Middle Earth was slipping into darkness and Doren knew that somehow he could put a stop to it.
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Post by Morsereg Dîndaedel on Jul 27, 2005 0:50:59 GMT
"I shall send a sole Warg Rider to tell you when it begins. I am to be corronated in Khand shortly, come if you wish. Don't worry, I am not some foolish Sorcerer like Megloren, Lancir gives it to me willingly. I shall send word to you when my main host from Angmar, and my remnants of Arnorian forces strike, but they shall be guided by Dwar the Barrow-Wight. When Khand has become mine, I shall lead it's people to the battle." He smiled, "And, one thing. Our forces are, as soon as mustered, to meet on Haradwaith's borders, near Umbar. With all luck, I shall lead my Khand forces to the spot before the attack begins. Once our distraction is needed, Alucard is going to contact me via telepathy. He shall tell us when we strike." He bowed once more to Doren before exiting the throne room, and hopping atop his Fell Beast he rode to Angmar, to rally his forces.
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Post by Alcorad on Jul 27, 2005 0:55:58 GMT
"Muster our armies and send them to Haradwaith. Fifty-five-thousand soldiers total, both from Rhun and Harad. Send battalions of soldiers from each Arnorien and Easterling Unit. Make haste." The guard nodded and scurried out of the Throne Room. Doren, instead of waiting inspecting the forces at hand for battle, began to proceed towards the stables where he would ride to the Arnorien encampments and acompany them to Arnor.
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