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Post by Envin on Jan 14, 2006 21:39:46 GMT
It had been many a day since Aragorn had visited the rolling hills and the rocky rills of Rohan, and he had decided that he would pay a visit to his ally Anwyn, for she was a good queen and he was glad of her company. He had traveled only some few days from Minas Tirith, clothed in his Ranger green and black mail, with Anduril at his side. Roheryn trotted up to the Golden Hall, and Aragorn trudged up the steps. The guards at first would restrict his sword, but upon seeing his face they bowed low, and allowed him entrance into the Hall. He thanked them and removed him cloak, for it was warm inside.
A most odd scene greeted his eyes. There was a fellow who fit the description of the King of Khand, as it had been told him, and he was surrounded by several stout guards, but further ahead the Lady Anwyn appeared to be hysterical. She was glancing into a corner and gesturing wildly, and when Aragorn turned to glace at the selfsame corner he froze. Like lightning Anduril left the sheath, for there, laughing, so proud of himself, crouched Alcorad, the demon whom he had met in his own chambers, and as he had seen the fiend unleashed in all his glory, no disguise could hide him from Aragorn, who had seen him for what he truly was.
Anduril rode in a high guard in Aragorn's hands as he took slow steps toward the corner. Alcorad had seen him now, of course, and the Hall was about to get much warmer.
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Lancir Misolen
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"I'd Rather die on my feet than live on my knees"
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Post by Lancir Misolen on Jan 15, 2006 4:57:46 GMT
Lancir seeing the king of Gondor quickly Pulled out his blade so the handle couldn't barely bee seen and killed the two guards not know Alcorad is there still he looked at the king. "You dare draw you're blade to me Arathorn i am the best swordsmen there is"
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Post by Envin on Jan 15, 2006 14:10:28 GMT
Aragorn scoffed at young Lancir, waving him aside with his sword. "My blade has other prey in its sights this day, my fanciful popinjay," he rudely delcared. At any rate, the Golden Hall was full of guards to stand beside their queen, and they rushed up to subdue Lancir at once, several score of them, leaping on top of him so that he was unable to defend himself and pinned to the ground. Still Aragorn glared at Alcorad, daring him to repeat his escapades in Minas Tirith.
Sorry, Anwyn isn't here, so I figured someone had better defend her throne room.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 16, 2006 4:28:01 GMT
Alcorad's harsh laugh rang out through the hall as he emerged from the shadows and drew himself up to his full height. He directed a passing glance to Anwyn and smirked in mirth, a faint whisper passing to her as he went. I shall be back for you in a moment, Lady Anwyn.
"Your arrival is timely, King Elessar." Alcorad's voice sounded casually as he approached the King of Gondor, clicking his heels against the floor as he came. It was somewhat of a reminder of what had transpired that fateful night. "Put that sword away, Aragorn. You know that it is useless here."
Alcorad drew his own blade unceremoniously and swung it about, cutting the air itself and taking childish delight as the air wisped around the edge of his sword. "Sadly our last little bout was cut short before I could deal the finishing blow. What a shame." Still Alcorad did not meet Aragorn's own eyes but continued onward with his juvenile behavior as if taking the lord's presence for a joke. "Arien cannot rise early too often, Aragorn. The valar aren't aloud to intercede that often." He followed his statement with a mocking laugh and turned upon Aragorn with a fierce glare, the tip of his blade dangerously close to the lord's neck. "You know, its quite ironic that we would meet again in this vast Middle Earth only days after our meeting. Are you going to be my shadow, Aragorn? But you couldn't be that dark could you? No, not the King of Gondor!" he said sarcastically with a derisive cackle. "I know how relentless your people are. Do you remember that little raid on the shores of Belfalas not too long ago?" he began innocently, attempting to veil the purpose for his dialogue.
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Post by Envin on Jan 16, 2006 14:07:07 GMT
Aragorn inclined his head to Alcorad, and casually replied that "'Twas not I, nor they who sit in Valinor, that cut short our earlier meeting. If thou'rt what thou propound, then I am quite dissappointed in thy cowardice, to leave when victory was near at thy hand. Nay, I did not deign to pursue thee, demon, but something which thou knowest not - friendship - brought me to this Hall. Well do I recall the Shores of Belfalas these days past, for I was there as ships bearing the crest of Mordor sailed away from Gondor. Thy news is old, Lord of the Dark. As is thy petty attempts at evil. I have seen true evil and met it upon the field. Thy brother, Morsereg? Dost thou know of him? Ah, I see that ye do. Now that is evil. Art thou the younger brother? For the younger ever attempts to emulate the elder, and never fails to fail. As in this case. If thy skill is so great, then display it here and now. Or wilt thou turn tail as will a spineless dog, as I witnessed upon our last meeting?"
He circled with Alcorad, his feet shuffling across the floor in a flawless pattern, and he had the look of a cat which stalks its prey, and toys with it before it strikes. Anduril still rode high in his hands, and the light from the windows down the sides of the Golden Hall glanced from the blade into Alcorad's eyes. Aragorn appeared completely at ease, exceptionally so, for Alcorad seemed to concern him but little. But he watched the every move of his foe, and the strength and the swiftness of his fathers would serve him well should the demon move to the attack.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 16, 2006 14:49:46 GMT
( that was a cheep shot ) Alcorad scoffed and turned upon Aragorn with mild mirth and smiled. "Such words of spite shall not win you this battle, Lord Aragorn. While I am quite curious as to how you know of the relationship between my brother and me, it does not matter to me. To think that I would even waste my time trying to emulate that scum is preposterous and despite your foolish attempt at a metaphor, Morsereg and I are equal in age having been created simultaneously with all of the others of our kind. All that he dose is tinker in Angmar with his foul little spirits. I have much more sinister designs in the making that shall become apparent to you soon enough." Alcorad reflected upon his retreat from Minas Tirith and his mirth-filled smirk rose to jovial laugh. "Twas not cowardice that you witnessed at Minas Tirith, Aragorn. That was something quite the opposite. You see my most demonic abilities can only be unleashed under the night sky when the moon shines strong. I could have finished you in the light of day but that would not have given me the satisfaction that I crave. It does not stifle my hunger to simply feast upon your flesh and deliver you to Mandos' halls. That fate would be far too merciful. What I desire is to feast upon your very soul and seal you a fate far more austere than the void. You are like a child with a weapon. Get your hands on something sharp and you take every chance you get to use it. How kingly." "Well I do believe I have had enough of this circuitous rambling. Let us finish our battle that we began in Minas Tirith so that I may continue with far more pressing business that I have with Lady Anwyn." Alcorad drew his blade with weary eyes and began to approach Aragorn. Where once his hunt of the king had been something along of the lines of exhilarating, it was now tiresome.
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Anwyn
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Post by Anwyn on Jan 16, 2006 22:23:21 GMT
Anwyn slowly got to her feet, gathering her wits about herself. Aragorns arrival had given her a moments reprieve from this awful creatures taunts and lies "Guards" she boomed, suddenly full of fire and strength that had been long since forgotten "Take this one and see that he is secure so that I may later deal with him and decide upon his fate"
Turning to where Aragorn had engaged Alcoard, she ran across the hall to her throne where a sheathed sword lay resting against the guilded chair. A casual display suggesting that until this night that the hall had seen quieter days. Grasping the swords handle she pulled it free of its leather bindings, the weight feeling reassuring in her hand as she threw its coverings carelessly aside.
Remebering the day that she had promised the King of Gondor that they would one day draw swords together, she smiled grimly. Never in her darkest dreams would she have imagined it happening such as this, nor this soon.
Moving slowly to the scene, there was not for a single moment a doubt that the King of Godnor, greatly more skilled and experienced at arms then she could take on this Demon on his own. Yet her pride would not let the one that had so cruelly taken those most important to her away that fateful night that he should not be allowed to leave agin, to wreak more havoc and destroy more families.
"Drop your weapon" she demanded cooly, her sword held at the ready "You are outnumbered and would be most foolish to continue this further than it has already gone"
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 16, 2006 23:20:42 GMT
Time seemed to cease as Alcorad turned upon Anwyn with a crazed glower. "If the odds are against me then I shall simply subtract one." he said with a baleful shout and lifted a gaunt hand towards her. It was limp at first but his muscles began to tense as the hand lifted up and opened wide. A dark aura sprang upon his arm and engulfed his body. Various objects were drawn towards Edoras, pitch forks, stray wood, mops, anything, all of these miscellaneous items formed blockades around the doors and the windows, blocking out all light save some stray rays of the sun that cascaded through the cracks. Alcorad's eyes intensified in the dark and everything became black and cold as he simulated the conditions of the nothingness that awaited them all. Their breath hung before them in an icy mist and Alcorad slowly approached Anwyn who had faltered in her charge for but a moment. He lifted his hand to her and a web of black sorcery consumed her, constraining her movements. It was Alcorad's most potent thaumaturgy and would most likely result in Anwyn's death. None had survived it and it had usually been conserved for the most powerful enemies, those among the Annatar. It is what he would have used to kill Orre himself. It would be nothing short of miraculous if she managed to survive.
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Anwyn
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Post by Anwyn on Jan 17, 2006 0:35:25 GMT
Anwyn tried to scream but found it quite impossible as it felt that all air had been taken from her and all that escaped her was a choked gasp, her sword fell from her hand to the floor with a clatter. Pain consumed every fiber of her being though she could not cry out, merely silently withstand it., though she silently cried for release.
Locking eyes with Alcoard, she raged against him with an anger unlike anything she had ever felt. This one would harm more of her people if she allowed him to, now she was certain that he was responsible for all the mysterious deaths that had occured for he was most certainly capable of it. As Queen it was her sworn duty to protect those under her rule, to give up now would be to break that oath.
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Post by Envin on Jan 17, 2006 14:19:24 GMT
{My turn to post, but I've gotta go to work - I'll have Petra post something for me in a few - NO ONE POST YET, lol ;D}
(Weird feeling to post for you in your account, Aaron. lol)
Alcorad was distracted for a few endless moments by his efforts to consume the fair Anwyn, and in a flash which sped through his mind as so much lightning in these precious seconds Aragorn moved in for a killing blow. He took two steps toward Alcorad, leaping steps that gathered his weight and his strength, and as his feet landed, he swung Anduril with his right hand, the entire force of Numenor behind the blow, with the edge of his bright blade clean at Alcorad’s back, while with his left arm he swung his clenched fist straight for Alcorad’s teeth, so as to force him backward onto the sword. If Alcorad was not halved at this direct strike, then at least the blade would cut him deeply and he would forgo his attempt on Anwyn’s life, for even now Anduril singing met the demon’s back and the fist of the greatest of Men smashed into his face.
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Post by Alcorad on Jan 17, 2006 20:40:40 GMT
The aura finished its flow from Alcorad's hand and consumed the Lady Anwyn in a dark amorphous mass around her. Realizing that Aragorn would take the moments that Alcorad used to cast the spell, he stood ready keeping a wayward glance upon the king and as his blade and fist came at the lord, he leapt backward with feline agility flipping up and over the blade, Anduril. In Aragorn's confidence he commit the strike and pulled his blade back only just in time. A moment longer and he would have smashed his hand but nevertheless blood was spilt from both parties. Black blood fell from the cut in Alcorad's back and bright red blood from Aragorn's hand. Alcorad smirked as his own blood dripped from his riding cloak onto the stone floor of Meduseld. "Did you think that I had forgotten about you Aragorn? No, my little friend, I managed to remember your presence. Perhaps you have forgotten but at Minas Tirith you hurled your blade into my very skull! Even that did not kill me so what should a little gash to my back do?"
He laughed sardonically as he looked upon that blood that had surfaced from the cut upon Aragorn's hand. "Now would you be so kind as to leave us? Anwyn and I have some things to discuss before she dies. Perhaps if I told you that your arrival has sped along her death, then you would see the pointlessness of your presence. Now be gone, my fanciful popinjay." Alcorad said cynically, referring back to Aragorn's comment directed to Lancir. "Why don't you go fight someone that is more your calibur."
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Lancir Misolen
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"I'd Rather die on my feet than live on my knees"
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Post by Lancir Misolen on Jan 19, 2006 0:43:23 GMT
Lancir fought his way through the gaurds nad ran slicing and Arathrons back trying to kill him.
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Post by Envin on Feb 8, 2006 18:29:19 GMT
Aragorn heard the advance of Lancir, and ducking beneath the swing of his sword he threw up his elbow, catching the Lord of Khand clean in the teeth and knocking him off his balance. Then from his crouch he kicked upward and hit Lancir straight in his chest, lifting him off his feet and throwing him back several feet. "Methinks there is a stable boy or two in these parts, Lancir. Perhaps he might be a better match for thy attempts at skill." Then he turned on Alcorad.
"To one so steeped in waywardness, to one who ignores that when Arda comes to its end, he will realize that his life has been judged ill-spent by he who governs all, my reasons for remaining in this hall will surely be empty. I shall remain for the friendship I share with Anwyn, something that thou could ne'er comprehend. And I shall remain until the last ache of my muscle dies and I meet my reward, or until thy cowardice o'ercomes thee, as it did in my City not many days past. How now, lesser brother of evil? The choice is thine."
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