Senate of the Mornclaur Federation

[Snaga]

Lord Gonnilclaur strode into the great hall of the Senate of Mornclaur and looked about him. All was still and dark. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling down across the pillars in huge drapes, and the red leather of the seats was coated in a thick layer of dust. He ran his finger through it thoughtfully.

Then he turned on his heel, and strode out to summon the cleaners, and decorators, the servants and the maids, the stable boys, the cooks, the vintners, the gardeners... tradesmen of all kinds.

Soon word went around, that a great day was come... and preparations were to be made in haste.

[Kyrè]

I wonder what Snaga is preparing, Mirina said thoughtfully, as she stood for a maid to dust her chair, but it seems like good fun!

[Ecthelion]

Nain walks in and sits in a dusty chair and watches al the people make the hall look nice.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar is herself getting dressed and ready for the banquet. She is putting the finishing touches on her outfit. A red dress from the Von Maur complex in Rhun. It is a cute strapless number with jewels adorned on the side and hem. She looks around in her jewelry box for her ruby necklace and Tiara. Finally she finds them and is getting her hair done in a ornate bun by one of her winged hand maidens

[¤-Elessar-¤]

(ahh... the winged hand maidens... it's good to have them back around. Or...wait... didn't they chase me out of the Silver Dragon??? No, those were carolers, were they your's or Kems....don't quite remember...)

[Tar-Ancalime]

they were mine, they gave you a super wedgie spell and hung you on a tree from your underwear...and they were the carolers

[Kyrè]

A banquet! How nice! But why...? Hmmm. Oh well.
*****3 hours later*****
Mirina finished putting on the the dark green dress, with a wrap in her arms, and waited for HER handmaidens to come and tell her when the banquet was to start.

[Ecthelion]

Nain is waiting for something in a chair. Finally some zombies come in with Nain's new black leather boots from Rhun."Thanks for the recomendation Tar." Nain slips them on and tells his zombies to fan him and get him a drink, then for two of them to fight eachother to the death.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar's hair is finally finished and she walks out to the banquet hall folowed by her enterouge.

[Kyrè]

When one of Mirina's handmaidens walk in, she knew it was time to go.

As Mirina wandered in she marveled at all the hard work the workers must have done, to have finished this in 3 hours. She stood along the side, waiting for the butlers to finish setting the tables. Hmmm. She hummed. There was no entourage here for her. It was just her and 3 hand maidens.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar motioned to the head butler,"This is a nice setting, how does a raise sound to you?" she said, the butler entusiasticly nodded. Than she came across mirnia,"Why hello mirnia?'

[Kyrè]

Hello Tar-Ancalime. How are you this fine day? I see Snaga has prepared a banquet, but why? What is the purpose...

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Why are you the only living human dwelling in Morncleaur who doesn't know?" tar said with suprise than she continured to say,"Lord Dengen has returned from his travels!"

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher sends a message to the Court of Mornclaur:

I am pressed with a situation in the North...I shall attend this banquet for the return of His Dark Audacity as soon as is possible.

Signed, in haste,
Emperor Ciryaher Hyarmendacil III

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar motioned to the Butler,"Send this to my husband it is from Lord Ciryaher."

[Ecthelion]

Nain adresses to Tar "Man, where is veryone, there is only three of us. Not much of a banquet yet."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Your stench must be driving them away, tar said to nain

[Ecthelion]

"Oh your right I almost forgot." Nain whipped put some Rhun fresh smelling cologne. Nain gave a squirt on is neck and rubbed it around. "There much better."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar rolled her eyes, damn dwarfs anyways. she walked back to the joint rooms awaiting to be escorted out by her husband

[Kyrè]

Mirina walked back out to the joint rooms also, to be met by... who? She had no one. Beleg and Anira were gone, and, well, not much else was to be said.

Mirina WAS happy however, that the dark lord was back. It would bring more exitement....

[Dain Ironfoot]

hey Im back, I spent 3 months in Ireland..... sorry no comp..... so how is every body?

[Kyrè]

3 months?? Let me see... you left in April? Well here's a long list: (That I can remember)

I am now Queen of Lothorien
My mother, Anira, wed Beleg Strongbow (neither of them active)
Gemini wed Korhall
Elbereth wed Valor (SP??)
Elessar forsake all titles.
A war was over before it even started
Lothorien was taken over by creepy little 'things'
***************AND*****************
This banquet is for the Dark Lord, who is returning.... so if you'll excuse us.. we'll continue (you're welcome to join)

[Snaga]

As Lord Ironfoot arrived, and made himself known, the trumpets were sounded in triumphant chorus. A herald announced:

In honour of Lord Morhir, Dengen-Goroth, Lord of the Mornclaur Federation,

Who hath built this great empire with his will and his vision,
Who shall remain greatest of all, unconquerable, and undiminuished in all things,
And who hath returned to us from sundered paths,

In this day, shall all Mornclaur be glad, and there shall be feasting in all the lands, from the fringes of Mirkwood, the shores of Anduin, the city of Umbar yea unto the Eastern Sea.

And therefore the leaders of Middle Earth are thus invited to a banquet of celebration! And so too are their lords and counsellers.

And it is announced that upon ending the feast, the Senate of Mornclaur shall re-open, and new policies and dispositions of the Federation shall be made known to all.

Then the doors to the Banqueting Hall were opened wide, and there within was a great long table of splendrous length. Laid upon it, white clothes, and upon them every kind of platter of the most wondrous fare to be had. The most delightful soups. Pates and cold meats. Tiger prawns and other shell fish fresh from the sea, in beautiful delicate sauces. Grilled vegetables. A variety of breads. Roast meats of all kinds: beef, pheasant, wild boar and duck, tender lamb. Fish of many kinds. Vegetables of great variety, cooked to perfection. The most sumptuous rice dishes. And an array of mouth-watering desserts. And many other things too many and various to describe. And serving-men stood at hand ready to assist the guests to their places, and to serve and bring wine.

Snaga, Lord Gonnilclaur of Mornclaur, greeted Lord Ironfoot formally. Then he approached Queen Mirina of Lothlorien. ‘You are alone, my lady?’ he asked. ‘Perhaps then I might have the honour…?’

[YayGollum]

*walks in* "I heard there was fish here. Should I be sitting in a certain place? I don't know how you people do these things."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar floated gracefully down unto her seat, her arm latched around that of her husbands. She indeed looked regal, like an empress, like a dark queen.

[Ecthelion]

OOC: I hate it when this happens, when Dain and I are in the same thread and people adress us by Ironfoot..........Ug......Oh well.

IC: Nain was starving and walked in and his mouth was watering. A waiter walked up to him and said "Lord Ironfoot, would you like something?" Nain nodded and pointed to some chicken, vegetables, and fish. He was issued to a round table which had a sign on it that said Reserved for Ironfoot Family. Nain sat down and started to eat and also ordered the best wine they had. While eating he waited for others to come in to the banquet and his father to come.

[Snaga]

Truor is ushered to place, and is surprised to find his brothers sitting near at hand. Next to him is another place, with a little white card saying who it is reserved for.

" Shelob "

The servant is somewhat embarrassed. 'I am so sorry. That was someone's idea of a joke....':rolleyes: He quickly took the card away.

[Dengen-Goroth]

Lord Goroth went down a grand hall beside the Dark Queen, both emanating an air of regale glory. The corridor was much as in the style and make of the near east, an emphasis at point on mathematic patterns imbued with rich hues such as had not been seen by many. He wore a black toga outlined in red, and appeared grim for but a moment, then adopting a pleasant expression. Following the Queen and himself were three individuals bearing three great banners, the central being the crest of Mornclaur, and the other two being for the seal of the Dark Lord and Queen. Yet again triumphant notes from the trumpets rang and the roll of drums echoed through the hall, it was like to a great cascade of thunder over a valley which had known serenity and still air. A second herald rose and announced.
"The Lord of the Mornclaur Federation, Morhir Dengen-Goroth, and the Dark Queen Tar-Ancalime."
All rose and there was a silence, a drastic contrast from the river of sound which had overtaken the audience mere moments prior. The two entered amide a flurry of applause and proceeded to the forefront of a vast table layed with materials only seen in the far east, having never tempted one of the west in sight, sound, or dream. Moments later three individuals entered from the same corridor as Lord Goroth had, these were the Warmasters. They came amidst the considerable clamor of applause, though for the most part not to them as they were not widely known nor recognized. They took their seats by the Morhir, or near him. Then Goroth stood and spoke, which was not expected by those present. All fell silent.
"Hail both from abroad and from this Empire." His tone was as such that some moved in their seats with a tinge of fear. "Long has it been from the time when last I saw these lands, and longer yet was it from the time I was able to see all of you assembled here as such. Yet I speak now with many intents. This banquet shall be as a re-organization of the Federation, the beginning anew of the Senate, the introduction to new plans and policies, "he paused, allowing the last word to ring through the hall, "yet also for your pleasure. I am most pleased to have returned, and the name of the Morhir shall be known throughout the vast expanses of Arda yet again."
At those words he took his seat yet again, and thus the banquet continued.

[Tar-Ancalime]

The feast was magnificent, Tar-Ancalime thought to herself. She had too long been away from this luxurious life. She turned to her husband and asked him,"How is to be back in this most jubuliant lifestyle again?"

[Kyrè]

(Sorry it took me so long to reply... i've been BUSY!)

Of course, mil lord, Mirina said teasingly. Snaga escorted her to a table, wherein she was seated. A maid brought her some fish, and a light salad. So... I suppose things will be back to normal now that the Dark Lord is back... that is a relieve. It was starting to get, ahem, boring.

[Ciryaher]

The Emperess and Emperor of Arnor quietly entered the hall. Ciryaher donned a simple white tunic and kilt with an embroidered sash, and he bowed low and produced his hand to Dengen-Goroth.

"Greetings, Lord Goroth. I am greatly joyed by your return, for the lands seemed much lighter without your weighty presence," the Emperor said with a wink and a grin, still holding out his hand.

[Kementari]

Kementari bowed before Dengen. She wore a pale blue dress, and her hair was pulled back in a tiny silver-gem studded net. "Hail Dengen Goroth" she said. " We are glad to see you back" Kem remained very quiet and emontion less, hiding any feeling of thankfulness for his lords return; after all they were arch enemies no matter what.

[Mormegil]

Mormegil enters and is and bows to Dengen Goroth, "Welcome back Lord Goroth".
Then Mormegil took a seat at the banquet table and, nodding towards the other guests, began to eat.

[Talierin]

Talierin, dressed in a long black tunic studded with small black obsidian stones, walked into the hall accompanied only by her large golden hound, Cafall. Coming before Dengen, she bowed gracefully, and then handed him a silver arrow. "Ithilien at your service, Lord." she spoke quietly.

[Kyrè]

Mirina stood, and walked to Lord Goroth. She cupped her hands and kneeled, a sign in Lorien of faithfullness. My lord, she said as she stood. I have no jewels, gold, silver, or satins, but I have one thing to present to you on you're return. I have my mind, and thoughts. What I mean is, I think highly of you. You were gone, and you return to find a banquet in your honour, but you didn't jump like a silly boy. You stood tall and proud. I admire you. I was am crowned the Queen of Lothorien, only in the past few years. (in 'RPG time) I've had to ask many questions, been annoyed at many times, and led my country to war. You, have given me the most precious gift, wisdom, and so, Lothorien cannot be at your service, but, I give you my thanks. And that is all I have to give.

[Ecthelion]

After Mirina spoke Nain made his way to Degen. He bowed low and spoke "Lord Degen I am glad to see your return. I hope many long years come to Mornaclaur and The Drak Legion," Nain bowed lower again and said "Nain Ironfoot at your service." Nain turned and sat down back at his table waiting for Dain to come.

[YayGollum]

didn't get the joke, but notices that everyone is going to pay their respects to someone who seems to be important, Truor stands up and waits for his turn in the long line of well-wishers, while listening to the exclamations of joy, welcome, and gratitude, he finally figures out who's banquet he's attending, and is a little alarmed, but says ---> "Uh, Hail *looks at notes* Morhir Dengen-Goroth! Ummm...nice to see you! You're looking well. So is... *looks at notes again* ... the Dark Queen! *can't think of much else to say, and sees the food being put at his table* So long, and thanks for all the fish!" :D

[Eomer Dinmention]

*Eothain then enters the hall
"I am sent from King Eomer, He sends greetings and wishes that he could be there but he is needed. He sends these words:
Welcome back Lord Dengen-Goroth. It was strange without you, Kind of Peaceful if you know what I mean. Which is not a good thing. ;)"

*Eothain then bows down, 'Welcome Lord Dengen, Eomer and I are glad that you have returned, even though we did try to take out the Monclaur, we are still happy to see you return mightier and stronger then before"

*Eothain bows down, he then exits the building

[Dengen-Goroth]

Morhir beholds as the great powers of Middle Earth greet and welcome him. He accepts Lord Ciryaher's hand and returned the grin after Ciryaher's sentence.
"Yes, I shall ensure that the atmosphere shall not remain stagnant."
Then he turned towards the Empress Kementari.
"I am made most mirthful to hear such words Empress." He spoke this bearing the same solemn expression as Kementari, though nearly let slip a slight grin. Then he turned to Talierin and taking the silver arrow spoke.
"I am most pleased and made glad by your arrival, and I accept the token of friendship without any doubts. And I must compliment you on the hound, a sturdy and hearty breed it does appear."
Then he turned towards Mirina and spoke after her own words.
"I am pleased to have been able to give but a slight drop of wisdom to you, Queen, the very succor of existence. For with no such understanding we would be naught."
Dengen-Goroth turned and nodded towards Nain. "Of course, the Dark Legion and the Mornclaur Federation shall not crumble to ruin in any forseeable future."
"And I am most pleased to find that you are enjoying our great assortment of aquatic creatures." This directed towards Lord Truor.
Finally he turned to Eothain and nodded. "I am saddened to hear Lord Eomer could not arrive, but your presence is a consolation indeed."

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar then did the usual first lady thing an shook all their hands and said hello.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher takes Kementari's hand and they sit at their appointed seats, waiting for the banquet to begin.

[YayGollum]

*after shaking the scary Dark Queen lady's hand, Truor goes back to sit with his brothers and eats plenty of fish* to anyone ---> "How long is this? Is this just a welcome back party? Am I sticking around for any reason?" *impatiently looks around for a waiter*

[Khamul]

Drygo, pondering the bedlam quietly slips out the back to wander the halls. He cared not for these festivities, the only joy in this is the return of Lord Goroth. He wished these festivities were not considered so necessary, let the west feel his wrath, not his hospitality.

Drygo, on the brink of utter boredom asked Dengen for permission to sleep in a nearby room. His female companion had requested it.

[Ecthelion]

Nain starts to worry about Dain, so he orders some more food to take his mind of the topic.

[Snaga]

Lord Gonnilclaur sees the Emporer and Empress of Arnor waiting to start after the custom of the west, whereas other guests are eating already.

He stands, and offers a toast:

'On behalf of the folk of the Mountains of the North, and the mighty armies of Mornclaur, greetings Lord! Let all raise their glasses! To Lord Dengen-Goroth, and Queen Tar-Ancalime, fairest flower of the East! Success in all endeavours, and joy in all resting!'

Then he motions that all may start eating.

[YayGollum]

*quickly looks around for a glass for the toast and has to steal one from a nearby table since all of his have run out of wine, participates in the toast, and sheepishly goes back to eating*

[Kyrè]

Mirina raises her, (rather full) glass, and pretends to drink. It is against customs of Lothorien to drink so much wine that drunkeness is achieved. She had alreader had her sip for the day.

[Talierin]

Talierin sat across from the Emperor and Empress of Arnor, eating and chatting with them while surreptiously feeding bits of food to Cafall, who was politly curled up under her chair.

[Ecthelion]

Nain raised to the toast and took a huge sip from his glass which was no amlmost empty again. Nain then went back to eating.

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher ate a several bits of bread and drank water from one of the decorative water-glasses and pushed his laden plate away. For a moment he sat in thought, and then spoke to Dengen, "Lord Goroth, might I ask if you have any information on the invasion of fell-wolves from your territory in the North? I am curious, indeed, as many of my kindred have fallen, and I wish to know the origin of their demise."

[Dengen-Goroth]

Lord Goroth turned towards Lord Ciryaher and paused for a moment.
"I did not hear of assaults by such creatures. One must understand, at times packs of beasts may tread past boundries with the least concern for where they are or where they are going, simply in the search for prey. They have an agressive nature, and those in the north near your borders tend to move about with no thoughts to the command of their Master. Do you know the number of creatures which assaulted your lands?" Pausing he spoke again yet in such a quite tone that one could barely hear. "It is said their actions act as premonitions towards the future."

[Ciryaher]

"Perhaps a thousand of these creatures...maybe more," Ciryaher replied. He looked at Dengen for a long while before speaking again, "Premonitions...yes. Many things show what may soon befall, and this invasion of foul beasts (whose only intention is destruction and violence) from the North--" this last word was slightly emphasized "--might indeed be a vision of things to come."

Folding his hands, he sat back and moved his eyes to those of every person at the table.

[Snaga]

As Ciryaher's eyes met his, Gonnilclaur grinned. 'More wine, Emperor?'

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher looked at the table before him, not seeing any wine glass. "More wine, Gonniclaur? Do you see an empty wineglass before me? I desire no wine, thank you," he shook his head in the negative.

[Kyrè]

Mirina rose from her seat.

'Emporer Ciryaher, Lord Goroth, Gonniclaur. I have made a decision. A decision to remain neutral to all. This included this deal with these creatures, until I can get more information. I must concil with my governers, and decide what to do. I will need opinions, news, and support.

( I am starting the Council of Lothorien. I need more information about what on in politics. My head is spinning...)

But, my lords, this is not the time to do politics. This is a time to be merry, and enjoy the entertainment.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The fires of the forge illuminated the room, but around the man there was total darkness. He hammered away at what looked to be the tip of a sword. For hours he bent and shaped that tip, concentrating all of his effort onto the top few inches of steel. He would bend and shape and add different metals, blending them into the mixture with precision strokes upon super-heated metal. Until at last he seemed done. He raised the blade up to his eyes, and ran a piece of hair down the edge of the blade. The hair split in half. He looked the rest of the blade over. The body of it was a dull shine, while the tip was grey. There was no shine to the tip, no look of life. He laughed, and the sound of that fell voice echoed off of the four walls surrounding him, creating a seemingly unending vortex of dark sound. He then stood over the blade, and took a separate knife to his hand. He cut the palm, and squeezed it tight, save for the small finger. Blood dripped out to spots of the blade. The man laughed again with dark delight. He smoothed his hand across his dark-red robe, cleansing it of the blood, and took a hot coal with a tong. He pressed it along the length of the wound, and it closed with a hiss. He looked back to the blade, and took the blood and whipped it with his fingers, creating a flame pattern with it. When he had finished he took the still steaming blade to a bucket of melted bees’ wax, and dipped the blade completely into it. He pulled it out and wrapped it with freshly shed snake’s skin, from the tip to the end. He then set the wrapped blade into a half of a stone. It fit perfectly into the cut grooves. He then set the other half on top, and it fit as well. He took the now whole stone and set it into a furnace, lighting the furnace and leaving the rock there to be scorched. He, both by trickery and talent, made the flame hotter and hotter, until it was blue and purple. He then turned and left, back for the main part of the forge. He pulled a bent and tangled piece of metal out of another furnace. He held it in one hand with a pair of tongs, and with the other he began to carve the soft steel.

Days passed with little event, the carved steel, which now resembled the hilt of a sword, was taken back and forth from the furnace to a barrel of ice, and ever the bluish purplish flame lept around the stone. Until finally, when a week had passed, he stopped the fire, and with a great pair of tongs lifted the stone. The stone was extremely hot, so hot that the tongs turned red even as they touched it, and you could see the red heat rising up them, tward the handle. The man came quickly to a moving stream of water, which was not all that rare in caverns such as these. He lay the rock there, and steam enveloped the room. He left, coughing and choking on the steam. Three days later he went back, and the stone was cool to the touch. He took a flat blade to it and pried it open, and then pried the blade out of the ruined stone. It was black and brown. He lay it in the stream, and the blackened snakeskin washed away. The wax was now brown, and would not wash from the blade. He took it over to a metallic barrel, which was filled with a foul-smelling acid. He dipped the blade in, and took it out a few seconds later. The wax was gone, and the blade gleamed in the torchlight. It now had a hint of a golden-yellow huge, and the blood-flames were a golden red, not quite bordering on dark orange. He took it over to the hilt. The hilt was a blackish colour now, and on each side was in the appearance of a dragon’s wing. The dark man wrapped the blade, the unfinished handle, and each of the dragon wings in wet seaweed, and then set the cross of the blade over a circular hole in the stone worktable. He reached his hand up under it and a blue flame shot from the hole. He stood there, watching, for hours. Until at last he saw that it was time to work. He picked up a small, rounded plate that fit onto the back of the now extremely soft cross section. He put another on top, and fit screws between the two. He tightened the screws with two large wing nuts, until the metal began to groan. He let it sit in the flame like this for an hour or so, before taking off the contraption. He then took a set of stamps, and pressed five strange runes into the now-completely-strong cross section. He took the sword to the stream to cool. The next day he set gold into the rune impressions, and set a grey jewel into the very bottom of the sword. He then wrapped the handle of the sword with soft cowhide, and rubbed wax into it to keep it from peeling away. He took the sword into his hand, and swung it, getting a feel for it’s unique weight and design.

Days flew, and from dusk till dawn he could be seen dancing within ruins, sword in hand. He turned it into an art form, deadly and precise. He seemed satisfied at last, and slid the sword into a black scabbard, which was imprinted with the same strange runes. He left, walking away from the ruins, tward the coastline where his small vessel waited for him.

A week later he arrived within the boundaries of the Empire known as Mornclaur. He rode tward the mountains of Ash, seeking direction. He came at last to the city of Osclaur. It was night, and the streets were all but deserted. Security was on too high alert, with the leaders of Arda present, and people did not want to seem suspicious. However, he rode unopposed to the gates of the great castle. There the guards at last halted him. He spoke for the first time in months, but his voice was dark, smooth, and arrogant. “Check your books, imbeciles. I have an appointment with the lord of the city.” They looked doubtful, but checked nevertheless. They returned to tell the dark man that no one was expected, but he was gone…

[Khamul]

Drygo, sensing something amiss in the air quickly called Lord Gonnilclaur. "Someone is approaching, the Dark Lord's life will not be at stake, but I fear for the Queen and other guests. What do you suggest?"

Drygo sent his apprentice, Azog out to search the grounds. "Go quickly, and do not kill the man, just bring him back to me alive."

(OOC: Elessar, dont be stupid, not all the guard will go check for a summons)

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar who was listening to Cir and Dengen's discussion,sipped her wine glass, but also felt anothers presence. A dangeroous presence one she had not felt in ages

[Kyrè]

Mirina's hair at the back of her neck prickled. Something was amiss, and she couldn't leave until it was solved. Her long blonde hair swished as she made her was to Lord Goroth.

Lord Goroth, is this some kind of trick you are trying to pull? An unhonourable plan to defeat your enimies while they are celebrating your return? At Goroth's stern look, Mirina kneeled and whispered, my lord of course not. You have more honour than that.

My lord, I fear for the Queen's safety. Let her come back with me, disguised as one of my hand maidens, and I will keep her safe. Her enimies will not think to look in Lothorien....

[YayGollum]

*finally notices that something is amiss, but still has to try out everything on the menu, so he sits back with his brothers and watches people freak out* "Hmmm...I wonder if I should get out of here while everybody is still a little calm." *looks at the uneaten food, then the panicking people and finally decides* "Okay, I'm leaving. Don't want to get caught up in a mob." *quietly exits, with a shielf full of fish*

[Khamul]

"For safety of all those gathered here, we ask that none leave this building. Do not worry, you will be safe, we have a Maia, and many magic wielders and warriors in our presence." Drygo motioned for some of his men to block all the exits.

"Master Beorning, if you are so inclined, you may use a side room if you crave solitude, but we ask that you do not leave."

[YayGollum]

Huh. Well, I thought I said that I exited. oh well. I'm sure this evil dude caught me before I left. oh well. *goes to some stinky side room to hide for some reason*

[Talierin]

Cafall came out from under Talierin's chair, and stood facing the door, hackles raised. "What is it, Cafall? Who do you sense?" she asked, knowing she would not get an answer.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Insulted at Mirnia's remark,"I can take care of myself, I dont need to hide away in some bitter elven court!" Tar said with a sudden biterness.
Tar stood from her seat, and shoved a spark of lighting from her hands to an unsuspecting server."See!" she said her face red with fury

[Ciryaher]

Ciryaher spoke in a quiet, calm tone, "Who are we--the Lords of Middle-Earth--to fear some secretive fool who slithers a serpentine path into this banquet. Let the man come! Hinder him not, for I fear no bearer of a keen blade." His mind's eye was moving about the palace as he spoke.

"Queen Ancalime, let us not become cross over the over-hasty words of our young ruler, here," he added.

[Eomer Dinmention]

*As everyone continues to talk.
The door opens, There could be seen, a tall White Old man, with a young strong Captain. They were carrying, a young man of the age of 43. Who was limping. It was Mithrandir and Eothain, carrying what looked like to be Eomer.

"Greetings, Lord Dengen. I'm sorry I was late, though Mithrandir and I thought that we should be here. As you can see, I have injured my leg. It is a long story. I will tell all later, though I am curious about this secretive "fool" that is too apear here"

*The three sit down next to Cir and Kem

[Snaga]

'As you may notice,' murmured Gonnilclaur to Queen Mirina, with a smile. 'Our queen has much power of her own, but she reveals it but rarely. It is as well not to anger her! Will you excuse me?'

Lord Gonnilclaur rose.

'Please my lords and ladies: there is no cause for alarm. Please enjoy your meal.'

He stood up, and spoke to the head servingman. The servingman found room for Eomer, Mithrandir and Eothain at the table. 'My lord!' he said bowing to King Eomer. 'Have you need of a healer? Or will you join the festivities?'

Gonnilclaur slipped quietly away.

[Eomer Dinmention]

"No thankyou, Lord Gonniclaur, Mithrandir has healed me fine, I just need to rest. I am here for the festivities and to welcome the Lord of Monclaur. Not to mention Mithrandir sensed that i should be here"

[Ecthelion]

With all the commotion Nain walks up to Lord Drygo and asks "I will go with Azog and search the grounds Lord." With that he nodded and walked away.

[Kyrè]

My Lady I apologize. I only thought of your safety.

And Cir, just because I am a good 200 years younger then you does not mean that I didn't mean what I said.

Lord Goroth, I request permission to return to my court. I have, ahem, business to attend to. Obviously I can do no good here, because my 'over-hasty' words are no use to anyone here.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

(Cir's a man... he's like 85 or 90 i beleive...)

[Tar-Ancalime]

"Mirnia,I beg, do not leave...you do have use here..." tar said apolegitically. Than she mouthed something to mirnia alone trying to convince her to stay.

[Talierin]

(OOC: Mithers doesn't look old anymore... read his rp profile...)

Cafall, who would usually come running up to Mithrandir to lick his hand affectionatly, did not, but merely glanced in his direction, then resumed his stare at the door, hackles still up. Mithrandir gave the dog a worried look, then look up at his wife. Talierin smiled at him, saying "I was wondering when you'd get here." then gesturing at the dog, "Something else is bothering him, I have a feeling we shall see soon." Then she motioned the servers to have Mithrandir sit besides her, for she had much to tell him, he had been away for some time.

[Ciryaher]

(ooc: 94 year-old Edain, to be exact)

Ciryaher nodded to Eomer and Eothain, then smiled slightly at Mithrandir. He leaned over to Kementari and whispered something in her ear, "Os sullivo kollorgrivi im."

[Kyrè]

Mirina sat down gently, and called for a handmaiden..

My dear, she whispered to the young elf, please bring me my hankerchief. I need to fiddle for a while. I do belive I am going stir crazy. These men, all poltics, and war, are going to drive me up the wall!

(That was a typo... I meant 20...)

[Dengen-Goroth]

"Some thousands you say, I shall look into the matter. Though until then I urge all to be quie calm and secure, no harm shall come to any of you in my halls least I will it, and that I do not." He added with a barely suppresed grin.

[Kyrè]

Mirina glared at Lord Goroth, then rose. I request a room, to rest in. My eyes are drooping, and I feel sleep must obtain me.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The dark man sat on the roof of the Inn from which he had rented a room. Ha ha, the innkeeper had nearly soiled himself when he saw the black aura of the man. He had paid in Arnorian gold. It was a rare thing in the east, no so much in the capitol, but still fairly rare. He figured that that must have been the only reason that he got a room... at least the man had not made him angry.

He stared out, to where the banners of many nations waved from the highest towers. Funny, Gondor had not come. Oh well, it's new lord never had much time for anything.

He figured that this would be the place to come, at least for his line of work. He needed official work, doing the dirty buisness of crime lords was getting old. He had undergone a transformation to make himself more... sellable to the higher lords, and he was in better shape now than he had ever been. He was at perfect balance, mentally. He sighed. It would not last, as soon as the first blood came it would crash the balance, and he would have to find it again.

His sword was drawn, and he looked at the baked in colours as they gleamed in the moonlight. He turned his head slowly. He had not moved in many minutes, not so much as a distinguishable breath, and the birds had returned to the roof. He swung the blade in a quick motion, and all but one of the birds flew away. One sat there still, looking as though it didn't know anything had happened. And then blood gushed from its throat, as it's prime vien had been sliced. It fell over dead, and rolled from the roof. There was a scream from the early-morning streets below, and he laughed as he made his way back to the window to his room.

[Tar-Ancalime]

"do as you wish Lady Mirnia," tar said and she sat again beside her husband hoping to stay near him for extra protection. Lord goroth sensing her fear put his hand on top of hers.

[Kyrè]

Mirina gathered her skirts, and walked to a deep green room, pleasenly furnished. She settled her self on the bed and slept, a horrible sleep filled with endless nightmares... Nothing could stop them.

[Snaga]

The captain of the city guard spoke calmly. 'Yes he has used illegal currency. And technically he's been trespassing. But lets wait for a hanging offense before we arrest him!'

[Lorien]

The doors opened once again to show Lorien who was dressed in robes of midnight blue. He bowed to the gathering and said, "I apologise for coming so late, but there were some important matters which detained my arrival."
Turning to Lord Goroth he bowed again and said, "'Tis good to see your return Lord." The head servingman found one more place for Lorien who silently took his seat.

[Eomer Dinmention]

"And if I may speak on behalf of Valar and Elbereth of Gondor. I know Valar is fairly busy, and he sends his welcomes and greetings. Though Elbereth I am not sure of, She has not been online for quite a while. Though i am guessing shes stuck with paper work"

*Eomer sat down clutching his leg
He whispers to Eothain
"The wound is deep, I feel as if i can feel the poison, running through my body. Get me some Evermind, my father taught me that, You do the same as Athelas, but using Evermind, Get me some. It should at least help me heal"

[Tar-Ancalime]

Seeing that Eomer was in some pain she asked,"Is everything alright Eomer?"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

(LOL.... roflao... trespassing? it's a city! they are buisnesses, and public grounds! Where in hell's name do you get that? And gold is gold buddy, if he didn't want to take it he didn't have to. He charges the fees, not myself)

[Snaga]

ooc - No point in putting your defence against charges before they have been brought, Elessar.;)

[Valar]

On the road toward the great halls, the sound of a dozen horses was heard aproching, along with the sound of the of heralds horns.

Valar and Elbereth of Gondor dismounted and walked into the halls, the doors where opened before them and Valars Guards and men, took the horses to stables, a few stayed and spoke to some of the men of moncluar.

Upon Entering Valar released Elbereths arm, and bowed low to The Lord and His Lady.

"My Deepest oppoligies to everyone present, for i have been less then dutiful with my Kingship, for many months i have been taken ill, i was expecting my illness though and i had made many preperations. The internal affairs of Gondor are all running well, but i think trade and alliances have been slightly disregarded recently. But now i am fully recoverd i shall be more active, and more open."

The Lords of Rohan and Arnor signalled for Valar and His lady to take the seats near them.

"Again my deepest appoligies, again"

He turned to Eomer

"My friend you are hurt, is there anyway in which i can Aid you?"

[Kyrè]

Mirina rose. I propose a toast to the new (athough not so new) King and Queen of Gondor. May their reign last many-a-year.

[Dengen-Goroth]

The night passed as if on the wings of Thorondor, and soon the revelry was come to an end. The great doors within the chamber were opened, and the guests filled out towards awaiting means of returning directly to their homelands, or wherever they found need to venture.

It was a fortnight from whence the banquet was begun and ended, and the last streaks of light descended into oblivion, dusk had passed to night itself. Yet Osclaur was not as silent as one might envision. Great Banners flew in the wind, and a great procession was ending in the grand plaza before the Beraid-Rhûn. The statue crowning the Tarmabal stood as an omnipotent deity dealing out judgment over those before it. For great gaurds stood all along the great avenue leading to the plaze, and on the border of the plaza itself. Within the Laurëmard all were seated, the great captains, generals, admirals, etc. of Mornlaur were in designated sections, whilst the Senators of the different provinces of Mornclaur were in yet other sections. However all were present, from the lowliest of Generals, to the most mighty of Senators. The Warmasters sat indifferent within the very first row, Lord Gonnilclaur was present as well, with an enviable view of the podium. A roll of drums signaled silence, and then Lord Dengen-Goroth strode before the podium and began to speak.
"Hail my servants. Today you have come before me to hear of the future of our great civilization, as well as the future of our cause. Long have we remained dormant, bidding our time and being undermined, underestimated, and held to be but a failed attempt at becoming as those in the West. But in this time we grew powerful, we bathed in what peace brought, the opportunity to research and create works capable of mythos destruction, train our forces to be equal to, if not more, skilled as the West. Now the fruits of our labor shall rain down into our outstretched hands and not fall withered and putrefied. For it is now that we must rise and bring to its knees the last shard of the enemies of the Power, and with it at last fulfill the designs of he who is now in the Void. Let us smite our enemies as they would us in turn. The call for war, for the fall of those that oppose us, for the flow of blood freely is come. Rise my minions, rise to a new dawn, to a new era."

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The dark man had stayed in the city, marvelling at it's grandure. He had made a considerable sum of money already, having preformed an assasination of one crime lord for another in the city, and things were looking up. He was walking through the city, looking for a good place for a smoke and a drink, and perhaps an unfortunate for tonight? He laughed as he pondered the thought. However, that laugh was short lived, as a man came speeding by on a horse, nearly running him over. He turned quickly, drawing his sword and cutting deep, to his dissapointment, into the saddle bag. He sighed. He had better stay the drinks, they were dulling his nerves. He sheathed the weapon and wen't to look at what had fallen from the bags. There were little bits and pieces of things. But there was a piece of a fine scroll, too. It seemed to have been torn in half, and folded over before that. He held it up to the sunlight, and sure enough, there were faint traces of markings. He took it back to his rooms, and covered the paper in a very light layer of ink. He then pressed a light paper over it, and lifted it, revealing the marks. He took it to a mirror, and read it to himself. He laughed, and repeated the process so that he could have a right-facing letter. He let it dry, and put it in the pocket in the inside of his shirt. He put on his sword and such, and made his way to the palace. The lord Goroth might be happy to know what he had found... he thought.


He went to the palace, seeking the lord. He was allowed into the general waiting area, for all those on buisness. He requested an appointment with the lord Goroth. The little man laughed, thinking it a joke. The dark man's eyes persuaded him that it wasn't and he turned around, and ran off in a hurry. The little man decided that he would see what the Gonniclaur thought of the man, before he disturbed the lord Dengen-Goroth.

[Snaga]

Kara Ordu, High Captain of the Black Guard of the Palace of Osclaur was fearsome, near as loathsomely powerful as a demon of the elder days. Nigh seven foot high he stood, enormous mighty arms and chest, his black mail shone fiercely with the insignia of Mornclaur, and his commands were obeyed without question by the Guards: and there were many. For this was the very seat of power of Dengen-Goroth. None passed that gate, or returned, save by the will of the Dark Lord. Kara Ordu was the instrument of his will: unswerving, unrelenting.

A guard came to him and said: ‘A man has come within the outer gates and asks for Lord Gonnilclaur.’

Impatiently, Ordu’s voice boomed at him like a punching fist. ‘What of it?’ For Lord Gonnilclaur journeyed afield with the regiments of the military, not sitting at leisure within the palace: this was known to all the guards.

‘He is a foreigner, and perchance the one the city guard are seeking for the murder of that street villain.’

‘Ahhh indeed! Excellent.’

Ordu came to the waiting area. He walked in, looming large, like an omen of violence, like a raging cloud of the very storm of the East that prepared to break upon the world. He addressed the stranger, briefly. ‘Come with me!'

He led him to a small room, and ushered him in. Spartan it was in the extreme, bare of all but a rude wooden bench, and upon the door were bars, and a heavy lock was on it. A jail cell? But Ordu did not close the door but, indicated that the man should sit. He spoke: 'Martial law is in force, so we have no time for trials. You have killed, contrary to our laws and so your life might be considered forfeit. You come at a great hour.’ He paced for a moment, and then looked upon the man before him.

‘The hour foretold is nigh. The forces of the West are like swarm of locusts on our borders. Each one is but a puny insect, fit only to be squashed without thought, but there are many and much harm comes of their gathering.

'Long have been the years of peace, and the Mornclaur Federation has waxed in its strength. For though the tittle-tattle stories of the shrieking wives of Gondor would paint us as villains, we have ever maintained peace in our land. We have traded, we have sought after knowledge and excellence, yea we have grown strong. And what have those in the West done with their time, but fight amongst themselves. Yes, for they speak of peace, but they bring only disorder and war. Even amongst themselves they fight, passing thrones amongst each other like small items of little honour. None rule by merit or wisdom.

'For a time it was little concern of ours. Not that we do not care, but the wise cannot force wisdom into the heads of fools! If it is the way of the West to shed each others blood in such a manner, they can only learn from their own mistakes, however grievous. So ever we have kept our peace, and let them continue their barbarian ways according to their own desire.

Now his monstrous voice resounded about the small room like the clamour of marching feet.

'However, like some cancerous infestation that forms about us, they linger in foul plots. Ever they brood, wishing to come together in appalling assault upon us.

'In coming days shall their people curse them for their folly, as their doom befalls them. And yea, at the end, even they shall curse their own names, as the realisation dawns of the desolation of all their dreams. In that hour they will realise the emptiness of their philosophy, the flimsiness of their power, and vacuity of their wisdom.

So my friend, we gird ourselves for battle. And we do so with a proud song in our heart, knowing that all that befalls our foes is richly deserved, and is no less than they crave. We are mighty, for our armies are trained beyond measure of all in Middle Earth. They have none to match us. And our armies are vast beyond the realisation of the dim-witted counsellors of the west. Those who fly count each foe twice it is said, and those who rashly consider war, never guess the strength of their foes.

And yet...' he paused in his oratory for a moment. 'May I...?'

Ordu picked up the strangers sword, weighing it in his hand for a moment. 'I sense some service you might bring to us. Thus in this hour I offer you the chance to repay your debt to Mornclaur with your sword. I insist that you say yes, less I bring word to my dark master of your conduct...'

'How say you?'

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The hunter's eyes laughed at the tall easterling. "We have a missunderstanding. I am not here to cause disharmony. I have come here for one reason. I have decided that life as a Mercenary is more suited to my liking, and where better for one of my kind than the Kingdom of the Dark Lord? I also have something that may be of interest to the lord Goroth, and through me only will he be told. Now, I will be having that back." In one fluid motion he snatched the awkward sword out of the guardsman's hands. It whistled through the air, and in a blur of motion it hit home in it's scabbard, where ancient Sinarian runes spelled out the word 'Hunter'. "My sword is my life, guardsman. If you lay hands on it unbidden again you shall taste it's honeyed steel." He rose from the seat. "And yet, I have not been given permission to see the lord Goroth. Would it not be helpful to him to know that his advantige of surprise is gone?"

[¤-Elessar-¤]

(have to move this along... sorry about the rather comprimising post)
The hunter nodded. He walked out and was escorted by a group of twenty fully armed guards. He was still a threat, and would not be out of sight. He was set outside the council chambers, and silently waited for permission to enter. He could feel the evil of the dark lord, lurking just within.

[Kyrè]

Mirina walked in, dressed in a green emerald gown. She could see the tension in the room. She sat down at the seat offered her, and sent her handmaidens to her room. She would die, if needed, to defeat this truly evil thing.

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The hunter stood from the chair and smiled. He was tired of waiting for the lord Dengen. If Mornclaur did not wish to see him, that is all that they had to say. He did not need them to back him. He was unstoppable on his own. As he stood he pulled a dagor descretely from his boot. When the guard stopped him to ask why he was leaving, spun the man around, knocking him into the wall. He lifted the back of the struggling man's helmet and made a quick blow to the back of the neck with the hilt of the knife. He turned the paralyzed man around, and hit him in the front of the throat the same way, crashing the voice box. When the Hunter let go, the man slid to the floor, and lay there, silent. The hunter walked from the building the rest of the way unnaposed. He stood on the front steps of the palace, and smiled to himself. The now paralyzed and mute man was the only one who knew what he looked like, and one of the only ones to know that he was in the room.

He stood there for a second, looking out into the crowd. Suddenly, though, he reached his left hand over and grabbed his right shoulder. He cried out in pain. He turned and held out an angry fist to the north, and cursed under his breath, before turning back to the street. It was very crowded, and very hectic. If he had any persuers, they would think that he went that way. He turned, and ran down the width of the steps, coming at last to their end, and the end of one of the buisy streets. There was a shop there, an Inn, rather. He went inside and told the man at the desk that he already had a key to his room. He went upstairs.

Once upstairs he surveyed the scene around him. There were numerous doors, each going to different rooms, he supposed. At the end of the hallway was a closet, for linnens, he guessed. He went, and opened the door. There were shelves, with sheets and such piled in various ways. He climbed in and shut the door. Inside, he wormed his way to the top shelf, and was surprised that Mornclaur made such strong shelves. He drew his sword, rather awkwardly in the tight space. He plunged it into the planking above, and made a hole in the ceiling. He climbed through, and onto the rooftop. He turned, and saw the city wall looming up on his right. He reached into his pack and retreived a rope and hook, and hoisted himself up.

The wall was well patrolled, but he kept to a shadow between two slots. The men were watching the outside, and did not see his approach from the inside. He waited a while, surveying the patrols around him. He determined his best time. And, before taking another look back, rolled off of the side of the giant wall... as he hit pain shot through all of his body, wracking his mind and what would have been a spirit. In the woods to the north the deer turned their heads, and looked to the nearest mountains in curiousity.

He lay there for a while, days, perhaps, in the shadow of the city wall. Before he stood on newly healed legs. He walked in that walls shadow until he came nigh on the gate, and there joined the traffic leaving the city. Completely unaware to any guards of the city that may have been watching for his leaving.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar-Ancalime looked towards mirnia, "why how lovely that dress is? Where on earth could you find such a thing?" she asked Mirnia

[Snaga]

In a word aside, Lord Gonnilclaur makes known some appointments which he has made:

Aglaroth Serewing is given the title of Grand Admiral of the 2nd Fleet.

Lord Drygo is promoted to Proctor of War, with responsibility for the forces of Harad and Khand.

Azog is given the rank of Centurion, charge with leading an elite Century of warg-riders.

All are to be congratulated on their appointments. I have every confidence they will distinguish themselves in the coming weeks.

[Kyrè]

It is plain cotton, died with ink made from our verybest trees.

Mirina said no more. She was trying to focus on the evil force somewhere inside the city. She sensed death, or pain. One usually followed another.

[Azog]

I thank you my lord, for these riders will be much needed in the current situation we are in.

[Snaga]

A message arrives borne by the black wings of swift-flying raven. Lord Goroth unravels the close wrapped words, and it reads thus:

From Rashdug, High Commandant of Gundabad, on behalf of the Urukgush, Lord Gonnilclaur, to Lord Dengen-Goroth:

By means of many crawling creatures we have sought out a great number of concealed obelisks. For their number was sensed readily, as their power was great, and the power of the Dark Legion runs through those mountains from Methedras to Ostmor, and in Ered Luin in the west.

Then was forged in response through the knowledge of the dwarves and Lord Drygo a cunning response. Great containers of mirrored interior were created, that through the knowledge of the pyromancers and the stone-craft of the dwarves endure all heat and light and reflect it inwards. And these were placed over the obelisks, and they were taken without harm from their cavernous resting places. Perchance through some study of their design Lord Drygo will be availed of their art, however they have now been melted in the forges of Khazad-Dum and the Blue Mountains and trouble the land of Zirak Khazad no more.

Other tidings will come to you soon.

Greetings and friendship always!

[Dengen-Goroth]

Dengen-Goroth stood and quickly made his way from the Imperial Palace. Behind him strode some twenty individuals cloaked in black. He paused as he neared Maetha and turned, though now he cast about him fear and was feared.
"The time is nigh, Barad-Gostannen is to be emptied. The Inquisition shalt ride." With that he turned and was gone.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar sighed, war again she thought to herself. Tar stood from her seat and left to her royal palace/ spa in Rhun followed by her gaurds and enterouge.

[Kyrè]

Mirina stood, and paced. Her country was left alone. Who knows what could happen?! She had no govereners! She couldn't leave that was for sure, but she didn't want to stay.. back and forth Mirina tore herself apart, until she plopped into a chair and passed out.

((I have dissolved all Governers rule, seeing that none of them have done the things I wanted done, and not being active))

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar just reentered the main hall and awoke mirnia."If you wish to have a break, I would make you a guest at my spa in rhun. We have the best slaves in all of mornclaur there. You'll at least relax some." Tar said to mirnia

[Kyrè]

Mirina rose and stumbled. That is a great Idea. But-- there is no one to rule my country... maybe I should message Belina... (her messager, aide, and bodyguard)

[Tar-Ancalime]

It should relieve some of your stress...and you have much. *Tar said this and got up* pack your things we leave soon.

[Kyrè]

Yes.. alright.. be right there... 'Mirina looks to Snaga' I know you are supposed to be 'the enemy' but, could you watch Lorien for me? Send for me if anything goes wrong. I'll be in Rhun!

[Tar-Ancalime]

Indeed, you can trust Snaga, i"d trust him with my own life! *Tar said with great confidence and Mirnia and Tar leave to rhun*

[Cygnus]

Cygnus slowly enters the council hall and looks around. He shouts out into the air "I have come to speak with the Dark Lord."

[Kyrè]

Mirina, back and tanned from Rhun, turned toward the newcomer.

'One does not just request audience from the great lord. By what power do you represent?'

[¤-Elessar-¤]

The guard captain came from his position, and looked at the lady Mirina as though she were an alien. He turned back to Cygnus, a warm smile on his face. 'Welcome, Lord Necromancer. It has been long since you have honored us by gracing our halls. The Dark Lord is afield now, looking to the battle at Minas Tirith. I shall send messengers to him immediately that you have come!"

[Kyrè]

Mirina was set off by the guards cold look, then realized that the Lord Necromancer was the stranger. My ap... ap.. apologies sir, she said, stammering.

[Cygnus]

"No need to apologies. I have heard my services might be concidered useful again so i have returned." Turns to the guard "Yes, do tell him as fast as you may. Until then I will wait patiently here"

[Dengen-Goroth]

A messenger clad in ebony raiment strode through the halls of the abode of Goroth till he came at last upon Cygnus, High Council of the Dark Lord. He spoke with true joy.
"At last you have returned Cygnus! Much have you been missed within these halls, and new of your come has gone to the Dark Lord, who wishes to speak with you at once for long has your council been absent when it was much needed." Thus the two departed and boarded a waiting coach with some twenty or more steeds. it went very quickly, and soon the company, for a gaurd was gone with them, came unto Minas Ithil, now displaying the banners of the Dark Lord upon her spires and turrets. They went through wood and vale, till they came upon a hill overlooking the great battleplain, from all directions the legions of darkness were near to moving. Yet Lord Cygnus was directed to the camp of the Dark Lord, where he sat overlooking the battle. He glanced towards Cygnus and it was truly that he was made glad by the presence of his great council, ally, and friend.
"My friend, it has been ages unto ages from your departure by my perceptions. Come, it is cause enough to rejoice with your coming unto this plain. Let us hold council as we had in days of yore, though now this council shall drive for eternity the end of the Western power over this land, the land of our Lord Melkor."

[Dain Ironfoot]

He along with two friends mighter than even he at his side Dain stepped forward, " I, have walked long thoughout middle earth and this is were i belong, not in the halls of valar nor in the pits of hell itself, it is here that I have found to be my true joy.

I would like to welcome you both back thought it is my first post myself in a long while. It is good to be back in the halls with friendly company, yet with the lack of our presance the evil of middle has all but dimminished, the dark halls are being used to talk about ne ball games, instead of stratagy or plotting great plans of doom. I believe that the name Mournclaur Fed will once again strike fear in the harts of foes.....

[Khamul]

I know this is OOC, but at the moment none of us really care, and it seems as if none are too interested in being evil. The blasted movie has given everyone the idea that good is stronger! Maybe when TTT comes out, and they see some examples of evil, we might get some people more interested.

And, where is Dengen? Has he contracted another virus? I haven't seen him in ages, and Tar definately hasn't, though I do not know of the extent of their average time speaking with each other was. Should we elect new leadership??? Or just wait it out, and let HI keep themselves occupied?

[Dengen-Goroth]

I am here, and have been here, and don't plan on leaving. I don't think the problem is in people not wanting to be evil, at least not in my case:) , it is in simple lack of participation. Within the latest war I have been told by some legionares that they would participate and they did not. If those who deem themselves to be under the realm of darkness do not act, what is to be expected.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Yay! he said something...LOL, welcome back, sort of

[Snaga]

My lord I feel I must tender my resignation as Gonnilclaur of the Mornclaur Federation. Whilst it has been a pleasure and an honour to serve I am acutely aware I have not measured up to the demands of such a high office. Moreover, when I review the demands on my time I must conclude this situation will not abate. To retain the title might lead you to further reliance upon me, which I may not be able to sustain. Thus, with regret, I beg to be released from my duties.

[Khamul]

"I will think long of these tidings" spoke Drygo as he quietly left the assembly.

[Turgon]

The Corsair strode boldly into the Halls of the Dark Lord, fear touched him not, nor did his step falter as he approached the dreadful presence of Dengen-Goroth, Lord of Middle-earth. He was expected. There were few familiar faces in the assembled thong, he had hoped to see the Lord Snaga in attendance this day, yet the orc-lord's grinning face was nowhere to be seen.

Approaching the Dark Throne of Mornclaur the Corsair knelt and paid homage to his master. 'My Lord, forgive my late arrival, I have been at sea for many months, and diverse matters there are that have required my attention; trivial though they may seem in your eyes. But I come to you now, as promised, to offer you my sword and put my ships under your command. Do with them as you will.'

Then, bowing his head, he awaited the Dark Lord's reply.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Tar stood above the court, on the balcony. Observing her husband doing his daily duties. For indeed he had so many they had hardly exchanged a word. It was still midmorning. Tar was in her pure silk night gown, with golden flowers embroidered in, her hair was not up as usual, but down and flowing, Tar sighed.

[Morwen]

She entered not as a wraith of hideousness that was expected of her, but with a calm serenity that concealed her dark nature. She did not flourish her dreadfulness as would be expected. But her presence, a lugubrious weight, was felt by all. Shadow settled on shadow. She did not bow to the Dark Lord, but her eyes gleamed with no malice. Nor did she do so out of disrespect. It was implied, by her at least, that her presence was a form of respect. That she would place herself below others for her ultimate goal. This was their respect.

She strode, half attentive to her actions, to a seat.

[Dengen-Goroth]

Goroth remained upon his throne, as thought naught had affected him, though within was a wrath unbeknowest. He did then speak:
"The resignation of the Lord Gonnilclaur is an act which has been the toll of death for the former state of affairs. Where there had been two great councils, the Lord Cygnus, and the Lord Gonnilclaur, there are now none. Yet in their absence arrive two." He paused, within malicious contemplation. "Your presence is far overdo, Lord of the Corsairs. Thus you must take command of your duties as quickly as may be. Behold now no longer simply Lord of the Corsairs, but Lord of the fleets of Mornclaur. Your presence is needed within the Anduin." He then turned towards the Lady Morwen. "Your presense is one which shall undoubtedly aid in both council and war. Go to Rohan, and there command the legions for there was even a lack of Warmasters." The Dark Lord spoke no more.

[Tar-Ancalime]

After seeing her fill of courtly duties, she left to enjoy the serenity of the garden

[Morwen]

Morwen left and silently took to steed. She did not understand the wrath of The Dark Lord; it was heavy on her shoulders. She left, then, for Rohan.

[Dain Ironfoot]

What is it you comand of me dark lord of midddle earth?

[Khamul]

Drygo twitched nervously as he counted the the emblems of the plate before him. The room was cacophonous silence was causing the senate to be more of a punishment than of a day of relaxation. "Gimbgûl!" yelled Drygo, as if a force unseen burned from within. The whole assembly turned, Drygo not waiting to explain, walked off, taking the forces of his own with him into the Lonely Mountain. Gold did he desire, and few other lands held hoards of equal state. As parting words Drygo only asked that those who wished to join him, "Follow." None did, leaving Drygo to wonder of his place among such as these.

[Snaga]

'My Lord!' the Urukgush, formerly Gonnilclaur spoke in a soft harsh tone. 'Whilst I can no longer command your forces, doubt not my allegiance! Many are the northern orcs that I am still chieftain of. They are strong and well-trained, for I have no suffered their sloven ill-discipline of old. Ill-will requires some task or endeavour on which to vent itself, or surely it will turn upon itself! Already, we see erratic gyration of those within this chamber, not seeing what they should see, not grasping at a chance! The lands lie empty, our foes idle and scattered. Now is no time for further rest!'

[Turgon]

'Indeed Lord Snaga?' Serewing replied. 'And what use are empty lands? What profit can be gained from them but empty titles? And where are the lords to claim them? You think the enemy idle? I can tell you it is not so, they grow stronger by the day, their ranks swell as ours diminish, even now they are reforming and planning a strike against us... Yet my ships lie idle in the Bay of Umbar, our orders to engage a phantom-foeman, so we sit and do nothing - our black-sails used for sun-shades. But you are right, the time to strike is now - but before the enemy grow too strong...'

[Turgon]

'So be it!' The Corsair cried, saddened by the silence that followed his words. 'I know not whether it is the darkness that blinds you, or whether your love of luxury has addled your wits. But I will not sit here and wait for the Men of Arnor to come banging on the gates. I leave for Umbar tomorrow, and from there I will look to my own defences. Fare thee well!'

With that the Lord of Umbar left the Council, and made ready for his departure.

[Azog]

Azog arose from his seat in the council and spoke, "I will go with Drygo, but my men are few. Grant me a legion of Warg-riders and I shall be of great aide. All uruk-hai under my command fight well, and throughout the many battles, we have lost but one of our ranks, although many times outnumbered."

Azog now stepped forward, entering the center of the council. "I will wait for a week's time before I set out, with a thousand Uruk-Hai... or a hundred."

[Dengen-Goroth]

The Dark Lord nodded and spoke.
"Long has the call to action been made, and now let it be done."

[Tar-Ancalime]

From above Tar had gasped, war agan, she thought

[Azog]

Azog bowed and left the chamber. He mounted his Warg and rode hard to the nearby camp. He entered a pavilion, adorned with the markings of the Mornclaur Federation.

Inside the tent stood a mail clad general. His arm was bound from a wound, and he Warg snarled at the incoming Uruk-hai. The gaze was met by the evil sneer of Azog.

After a short discussion, Eight centuries of Warg riders went with him. They rode hard and were soon accompanied by the heavily mailed riders of Azog.

"Riders!" Azog shouted, "We shall ride hard and will meet Drygo tommorrow. When the fingers of the sun are beginning to stretch over the vast horizon, we shall be dining with him. Now ride!"

The quick Wargs were off, and the nine hundred rode behind Azog, running at a swift pace, and not tiring.

They arrived on schedule, entering Drygo's camp early in the morning.

[Snaga]

Snaga remains sprawled in his seat, grinning. But behind his fixed smirk he thought wryly:

'So a war with no plan, or I am no longer trusted with a part. An old friend is not always a good friend, or say so they say! And Lord Telchar is sleeps long, so all Zirak Khazad's policies must be decided by me, and the Grey Mountains besides. But how, if I have not the tidings by which this judgment will be made...?'

He stood slowly and bowed low to Lord Goroth: 'Hail! I wish you success in all your endeavours!'

[Dengen-Goroth]

Goroth looked upon Snaga and spoke.
"Lord Snaga, why speak you thus? Do you wish to depart as well?"

[Snaga]

'What I wish and what may be prudent, may be far removed in these troubled times. Tidings pass in scarce-heard whispers, foes stalk empty lands, nameless but dreadful. In the mountains the orcs multiply, but they will need their chieftain I believe.'

[Morwen]

Having arrived days earlier, Morwen now descended upon the chamber with news of great importance.
"Members of the Mornclaur, since thy great Lord as not yet announced my wishes, it is my duty to do such. I am leaving--for the lands to the east. With me I will take two thousands. Ask no questions, but instead know that is the will of Morwen", she paused.
"In my stead I leave with you a great commander. She shall prove worthy, methinks, to take my place. If the Lord as any words to add, he may do so after I have left. Fare thee well".
And she was gone, to where and what purpose laid heavily in her stead.

[Tar-Ancalime]

Dark Queen Tar- Ancalime began to descend down the stair case. One of her winged handmaides accomponied her. and held the train of her shimering ,black, strapless gown just above the stairs so the bejeweled hem was not spoiled. The large red jewel held by a diamond chain on her neck glimmered in the dimmed torch light. She walked by just as morwen was leaving the room. She walked by alll the advisors and visitors. As she passed them they bowed. When she reached near the throne she curstied to the Dark Lord, he kissed her gloved hand and while holding onto it guided her towards her trhone. she took her seat at the dark lords right, a charming smile graced her red lips. She adjust the crown atop her head, finally she relaxed. The court sat in awe, for dark queen tar was often dwelling in her spa at rhun, but today she sat at her husbands side.

[Snaga]

The Urukgush of the North, that once was Gonnilclaur arose from dark thought and felt certain that now the time was come to travel again to Mornclaur, and seek the counsel of the Dark Lord.

Perchance others of the Dark Legion would also feel the need to debate the world anew, for not all that should have come to pass in the War did. Should plans thwarted be cast aside entirely? Or reforged, like a broken sword?

He made his way east and south to find out...