Blood will be spilt

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir walked into a random house in Rohan and looked at the fmaily that was in there and smiled as the father charged him and he blocked the blade with ease as he turned quickly and Sliced his gut open and walked towards the women who was now in the corner cluching a little boy old enough to talk and as he tried to fight him lancir laughed and merely knocked him down as he burtualy slayed his mother he than turned to the boy and whispered in his ear to words.

"Lancir Misolen"

[Anwyn]

There was a great deal of excitment to be had in the Golden Hall that night as Anwyn was summoned from her quaters dressed in naught but her night clothes, she wrapped a dressing cloak around herself as several guards burst in, one leading a small boy who looked abseloutely terrified. "What is the meaning of all this?" Anwyn asked quickly her brow furrowing "We found this one with his parents, both were...dead, M'lady. He has not been able to tell us anything yet"

"Well of course not" Anwyn snapped rather irritably "You are scaring the poor thing to death"

She moved closer and knelt down "Come here child" the boy raced forward and threw his arms around her neck, slightly taken aback she wrapped her arms around him and lifted him "Get some warm clothes and some warm food please Einwae" she asked quietly of one of the servants who bowed and moved quickly away. Carrying the boy a short distance away she sat him upon a chair and sat next to him "It is alright little one, you are safe now" she pushed long blonde hair away from his dark eyes "Can you tell me what happened"

The child drew in a long choked sob "Lancir...Molsen...he hurt mum...and pa" Anwyn frowned, even more so as the child broke out into fresh tears. Picking him up she held him close "Shhh, Shhhhh, Its alright" she murmured, though somewhat abselently as her expression darkened for she had found a name to all of the hurrendous crimes that had occured of late.

[Lancir Misolen]

((nm last post))
lancir walked down the street laugihng as he looked at all the fearfull eyes watching him his blood stained blade glistening in the moon light. Lancir walked up to hte fountain and washed his blade in it then he spit in the fountain laughing.

[Anwyn]

Anwyn raised her head as did all those gathered, there was a foul sound in the air that resembled laugher. The child pressed himself against her, whimpering. The guards began to draw there weapons but Anwyn shook her head "Do not engage, but please...find out where that terrible sound is coming from" They nodded and left the hall.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir looked around as he grabbed a woman and looked at her.
"My dear oyu would make a perfect meal foy my army back in khand"

No please dont" she replied whimpering
Lancir looked at her and let her go.
"Its not fun when they cry"

[Anwyn]

"Release her" a gruff voiced ordered as the guards rounded the corner of the square and came into view of the sight. They did not draw there weapons, though there hands rested lightly on there hilts "Come with us" the captain commanded.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir looked at the gaurds nad a grin came across his mout but only his mouth as he followed hte gaurds where ever the were taking him.

[Anwyn]

The guards nodded to each other, It appeared as though he would not put up a great struggle. They made formation around him and moved through the streets as more and more curious onlookers peered out there windows. Leading him up to the steps of the Golden hall and through its doors.

The doors swung open and Anwyn got to her feet, by some blessing the child had fallen asleep wrapped in a heavy cloak and now stirred slightly as she gently placed him down and she walked forwards to investigate what they had found.

"Well" she said looking the man up and down cooly "It would appear as though we have found our night stalker, Is there anything you have to say for your most digusting crimes?"

[Lancir Misolen]

"what you call crimes i call fun for I am the soon to be new dark lord Stronger and more feared the sauron Alcorad and Morgoth Combined i just the my crime would be a blessing to the couple let htem move on from the world that will soon tunr to a firey pit"

((g2g ill be backo n tom. and il post somemore))

[Alcorad]

(At further request of lady Anwyn and because im done with almost all my threads as alcorad)

The slight flick of a tale caught Anwyn's eye at the front of the Golden Hall and even as the man spoke her eyes turned toward the entrance to Meduseld and stared hard as if searching for something that was not there. Her mouth opened slightly and she turned her head slowly about. There was an intruder among them, one other than the 'apprehended' Lancir that stood before her. Anwyn turned her head slowly back toward Lancir and nodded feeling as if she was becoming delusional. The identification of the killer was to easy... after all of the secrecy and no clues to find, why would he just storm out in the open? It wasn't this man. It couldn't be.

Just as soon as Anwyn's suspicions were laid to rest there were brought back to life more vibrant than ever. She slowly realized that the madman before her was no longer speaking nor looking at her but his gaze was instead upon her shoulder, averted to the left of her gaze. It became apparent that there was a hand on her shoulder and as Anwyn looked to the side she could feel the tight claw-like grasp of a gaunt hand. A gasp escaped her lips but before she could scream another hand stifled her and pressed tightly against her lips.

Alcorad lowered his head next to hers. It had been long since his last visit to Rohan and now he decided that it was time to end his charade. He was adorned in a black riding cloak that casted a shadow over his sinister features. "Greetings, Lady Anwyn." came a cold, stony voices from the shadows. "Long have you stirred in uneasy slumber during the watches of the night searching for me, searching for the horror that has plagued your town and perhaps even your country. Many have been killed. Hundreds all over this land. Some from vile mercenaries and others from madmen. I am one of those you might say. Or you could say its a necessity to kill. What would you call someone who has no other choice but to kill? What would you call someone that actually begins to enjoy it after years of hardship? But perhaps I deceive you." he said with a cold laugh and bent low so that his face was just inches from hers so that she could smell his foul breath and feel its cold embrace against her cheek. "Your guards can do nothing you see." he said with triumph. "They are occupied with this one and even if they did come to me, you would die before their stroke fell and they would falter for just a moment giving me as much time as I need to kill them. Thus is human nature. But let us move on to something much more pressing that I have long wished for an answer too. What exactly was running through your fragile little mind when you learned of the death of your parents? "

[Anwyn]

It was a feeling that could only be described as though her very blood had turned to ice, Anwyn let out a choked sob for no words would spill fourth from her lips. The mention of the death of her own parents brought back many unbidden memories that had forced herself to forget, of the screams as she hid as her mother had shouted to her only to find them both dead when she dared venture outwards.

Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as she cast a furitive glance towards the guards that stood frozen as made from stone. They had there swords drawn, though some kept them pointed at Lancir. With much reluctance, she turned her attention back to Alcoards horrible viseage, his touch made her skin crawl "What do you know of my parents" she asked though she knew that truely she wished not to know the answear.

[Alcorad]

"Well I thought you would never ask." Alcorad croaked hideously and flashed a devious white smile from the shadows. "I do not think that I could tell you of their entire lives, you could tell me more of that. I can tell of their death though. The screams of terror as your father's head was cleaved from his body. The blood that dripped down from the wooden fence as your mother's body was impaled on the large staves. There was many things about their death that you would like to know. The realization that they would never see their precious daughter. Your mother in especial was a most enjoyable prey. The look of grief and terror as she lay in her spouse's blood below the hearth just before she was dragged out onto the lawn and brought to her doom. You remember that night don't you? You couldn't cry. You couldn't speak. All you could do was sit next to the fire and watch your father's corpse... as if waiting for him to get up... like he was still alive. I was watching you, Anwyn. I have watched you for quite some time."

[Anwyn]

Anwyn felt as though she would be sick, She wished this was all but a terrible nightmare from which she would awake but all of it was too real, the pain and the cold stone below her feet reminded her this was no dream "I remeber that night" she sobbed, she had been young but remebered it all for something that terrible one could never forget "You slaughtered them, as though they were animals!" she screamed, glaring at him through reddened eyes as her rage fought for domanince over sadness "They were good people, they were..." she tried to speak though a sobs wracked her body.

The child that had been brought fourth earlier had awoken and began to cry, clearly terrifed. Anwyn turned her head to stare at him, for he had just experienced the same thing as she had and she wondered what kind of a life he may live after such a thing. "Why!" she screamed, storming towards them her anger once again taking her "Why them! Answear me you...you...demon!"

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir looked at the anwyn and laughed he newn ot of alcorad but he figured he'd play with her.
"Hearing voices now are we my queen."
Lancir laughed then looked at one of hte gaurds as he was poke violently with his blade.
"If you do that again i willcut you so fast you're freind here won't see me move."

[Anwyn]

Anwyn spun around to regard Lancir, fury rising in her. Surely the guards were not as naive as to not see the second threat that had now entered into her hall. With a wordless glance she turned her head to them but they all looked away, unable to bare a look of such desperation mixed with sorrow.

"Come fourth where I might see you, Coward!" she shouted, her eyes travelling about searching from him the shadows. "How dare you come to this place and dishonour the noble memory of my parents!" Though she still trembled with fear, she tried to control this as best she could not wanting to appear weak.