Rpg #55: Remnants Of Evil!

[YayGollum]

A solitary dark figure paced in the shadows that filled the highest room in the tower. Long had he been in contemplation of his revenge, and now his dark plans were about to be set in motion. Had anyone been able to see his expression at that precise moment, they would have recoiled in terror. His eyes burned with a fanatical light and he laughed aloud, a chilling sound at best.
Through many messengers, both orc and otherwise, he reconvened a select handful of his Lord Sauron's minions for a specific task. To unleash an ancient evil on Middle Earth, a land grown fat and complacent under the rule of Elessar. He snarled as the hated face of his Lord's enemy sprang into his mind, etched there for all time.
He smiled cruelly. "Ah, Elessar! Where is your tame wizard now, upstart? Where now are the elves that gave you first succour and then abandoned you at the Havens?"
Soon would come a time of reckoning for both Elessar and his toady Faramir. Soone they would be forced to acknowledge HIM as their uncontested Lord, master of the remnants of evil.
A small, hunched over Orc stood outside the room, waiting for the rest of their party to arrive.

[roguelion]

The form of a thickly cloaked and hooded figure swiftly and silently approaches the stooping Orc. His hood drawn over his face so it could not be seen. Silently he walks, not a sound was heard in the vast coridor as he moved along the Hall toward the Orc. His stomach churned and reeled. He must find nourishment and find it soon. His head spun and his mouth watered with the thought of a warm meal. When he finially reached the Orc he stood tall and regal before him and removed his hood. His pale death like face reflected little in the moonlight, but in his eyes could be seen the knowledge of tens of thousands of murders and lost lives, Lives taken in the line of duty and in hunger. In a silent whisper of a voice like the blowing of a cool autumn wind he says to the Orc, "More are comming" That is all he says then he pulls his hood back up and vanishes into the night to find a meal.

[Arathin]

A tall man in a black cloak approtices the orc. "I have come to serve m'lord once again, but at the moment, my dinner must be caught." The man grins hungrily. "For now I shall leave, but I, Mittero, shall return in an hour or two. At such time I'll wish to speak to m'lord at once." With that the vampire stacked out of the tower and into the night.

[Arathin]

Another orc came up to the first orc in the tower. "I am Ghaztakh, and my alliegances are for the empowerment of the new Dark Lord. How might I serve him, and who else is coming? Has Mittero come yet? He and I know each other, and he said he would come."

[Galdor]

A large black wolf entered the hall and walked slowly up to the orc. When he reached him, he sifted sudenly into tall and hansom man, dressed and cloaked in black, pulling off his hood he looked down at the orc, "I have come to serve the new Master of Darkness, does he wait for me within?" he ask, pointing at door.

[chrysophalax]

Known as the Mouth of Sauron, the man who would now reign as the Dark Lord sat in the stillness of the night, awaiting the messenger that would deliver his summons.

Scuttling into his presence, Bugburz grovelled at his feet. "Lord? You called me?" Glaring down at the pitiful creature, he bade him rise and approach his throne-like seat. Leaning close to the orc, too close for Bugburz' liking, he spoke to him in a pleasant, insinuating voice. "Listen well and you shall be rewarded for your service. There are certain followers of my Lord Sauron that I wish you to bring into my presence. Each of them have certain skills that will be needed to accomplish my will in the days to come." The orc's ears had perked up at the mention of a reward and he leaned closer so as not to forget anything.

"Thallius and Miterro, two vampires that dwelt in Barad-dur, Serewing a Corsair of Umbar, there is also Hamann, a thief from Gondor that accompanies Serewing who might prove useful. Sauron's favourite, Ungo will also need to be included in this venture." He gestured expansively. "Now, as to your reward...you may also join us in my enterprise, after all, who better to assist me than one of the most stealthy of trackers? Think not that anything the others might do or say will go without notice, therefore I need someone loyal, someone who can be trusted to bear me news of any...indiscretions. Do I make myself clear?" He reached into a small chest at his right hand and drew out a jeweled dagger. He held it up, that the orc might see it's quality. Bugburznearly snatched it from the Mouth of Sauron's hand, then he remembered himself. Bowing low, he waited until the dagger was placed on the floor at the Lord's feet, then made a grab for it. Quicker than thought, his arm was seized in a steely grip and he jerked his head to look into the dark void that concealed the Mouth of Sauron's face. "You are bought with a price, remember who it is that has bought you."

He released the orc, who ran from the room without a backward glance. He smiled, relaxing once again in the darkness.

[Arathin]

The vampire Mittero, having found nothing to dine upon, returned to the keep of the Mouth of Sauron. Mounting the steps, he nearly was run down by Bugdurz. "Ah, Mittero. The Dark Lord bids you come to a meeting with him. A quest is being forged in the Dark Lord's name." Mittero grin, a clean cut, swave gesture. "Very well. I will bring my presence once again into m'lord's chambers." Glancing down at the orc with its prideful gaze from being so highly thought of by the Dark Lord, Mittero leaned close and muttered. "Just remember Orc." He hissed, letting his vampiric voice slide through. "It was I whom our Lord trusted enough to be his own personal body guard. I'll not give up that possition to an orc." Mittero sneered and stode past the scared orc to his lord's chambers.

[YayGollum]

*before he can answer Ghaztakh or Ungo, he is called in by the Mouth of Sauron, he comes out later, looking a little nervous, but proud of himself, too* to Ghaztakh ---> "I saw that vampire you're talking about earlier. Went off to suck someone's blood, as far as I know." to Ungo ---> "Aye, the New Boss is in there. He's in a good mood, too! He wanted to see you." *runs off to find the other REMNANTS OF EVIL!, but meets Mittero on some stairs* after he left --> "Garn! I've always hated those vampires! Always looking down on me when I'm just doing my job!" *keeps looking for others*

[Arathin]

Mittero glances back at Bugburz and sneers. That orc thinks I can't hear him, he thinks to himself. He mounts the stairs and joins the others. "Greeting Ghaztakh. It is good to see you once again, my friend. But now I must tell m'lord I have returned to guard him once again." With that Mittero disappears into the room that the Mouth of Sauron sat within.

[Turgon]

Serewing strode into the great-hall, a disdainful smile playing across his handsome face. The Corsair had no liking for the troops of Mordor, good fighters when they had the strong law set upon them, but otherwise they were fickle and prone to clannish squabbles. He had seen many a raid falter, and many a prize lost as the orcs of Mordor bickered amongst themselves, venting their malice upon each other as their pray slipped gratefully through their fingers. Yet he had high hopes of this new leader, a Númenorean from the ancient land if the tales were to be believed. Serewing looked forward to meeting him - a mortal man who had cheated death, lived through many long ages; and though time had ravaged his mortal body, still he stood defiant. The tide was turning, Serewing could feel it.

[Rasec]

And as the Remnants of Evil came in and out of the dark tower, in that cold night, a falcon was flying over the lands of Mordor. The white falcon, named Elgòfir, which belonged to Rasec, the Fabulous, perceiving the movement in the tower, decided to fly around in order to find out what was really happening. Elgòfir had a special night vision, which allowed him to see Orcs and Vampires coming in and out of the tower. He had no doubt they were gathering and planning something cruel against Middle-Earth. During all that night, Elgòfir flew for miles, using up all his forces, to arrive to his Master, Rasec Geäthryn, and tell the news. When the devastating light of the dawn appeared over the terrible Mountains of Mordor, Elgòfir viewed his Master riding his white horse through Minas Tirith.

[YayGollum]

*notices the corsair and approaches* "Are you that corsair of Umbar? You look like one of them." *points upstairs* "He's up there. Wants to tell you something." *is about to keep going, but stops and grabs the human's arm* "I almost forgot. Do you know some other human called Hamann? Some thief from Gondor? I don't know. Maybe it was somebody else." *wanders off, trying to remember all the names he heard*

[roguelion]

Thallius strode purposefully through the keep, its rich tapisteries and wall hangings held no interest for him. He had feasted well & was now in the right frame of mind and attitude to approach the Dark Lord. His missions durring the war were all completed victoriously. But that did not change the outcome. He shuddered, thinking of what his master may say or do to him when he reached his chambers for audience. In his pale hands he held 2 rings, a braid of red hair and a broach. All of them were proof that his assinations had gone well. Why the Dark Lord whished such trinkets from the victims Thallius did not know or even care. He climbed the stairs toward the Mouth Of Saurons main throne room. At the top of the stairs he stood before the great doors, he streightened his cloak, removed his hood and put all the "trinkets" into a dark purple velvet pouch. He hoped his efforts would be rewarded. Thallius stood for a moment wondering why he was summoned in such haste, the message came urgently upon a swift horse, its rider, surprisingly a Man. Thallius remembered the look on the messengers face as he took the parchment from him, then after reading it quickly in a blink of an eye he sunk his teeth into the poor souls neck and drained him till he was a fraction away from death, then without thought, as he had done ten thousand times before he slit the Man's throat, and watched as the last bit of blood, now cold pump out of his exposed jugular vein. Thallius watched as the light of life left the Mans eyes then simply took the reigns of the messengers horse and jumped up onto his own and headed back to his masters side. Thallius reached for the doors handle and pulled the great door open. There raised up on a daise was the Mouth of Sauron, seated in a place of command. Arogantly Thallius strode into the chaber, swiftly he crossed the distance from the door to the throne, bumping into and past the MoS's main bodyguard without care. He stopped a few feet in front of the throne and took to his knee, bowing his head. when the MoS signaled him to aproach he did so. Thallius produced the small pouch of "proof" and handed it to his Lord. "My Lord, My missions are complete, what is your will for me now master" he said in a barely audible voice...

[chrysophalax]

The Mouth of Sauron looked with disdain on Mittero when Thallius pushed his way around the vampire to kneel at his feet. "Perhaps Mittero's position needs some new blood." He chuckled at his own humour. Taking the proffered pouch, he glanced at the contents and bade him rise. "Well done! Both of you, listen carefully. It is my intention that the two of you, along with Ungo, shall be leaders in my plan to de-throne Elessar and to crush his trusted allies into the bargain. I grow impatient with waiting. Within the next few hours, my plans will be laid out and each of you shall know what is required. The three of you have proven yourselves, both to Sauron and to myself, I deem it only fitting that my three worthiest allies should be chosen to assist my efforts in destroying everything Elessar stands for!"

[Ice Man]

Hamann walked through the tower, wondering who and what he would find. He wasn't sure of what was awiting him, but he knew that the Mouth of Sauron would never get involved with small and insignificant business, neither would he give away small and insignificant rewards to those who were faithfull and loyal. Of course, Hamann was faithfull an loyal to none but himself, but he imagined he had more than what it would take to go pretend to be faithfull to others.

And so Hamann walked through the tower, ever going upwards and searching for where he would meet with the others.

OOC - So, when will we all met each other?

[Goldberry344]

"Greetings, Mittero", Ghaztakh replies. "How was your journey here?"

[Rasec]

Elgòfir, the Falcon, approaches his master while he is riding his white horse, Gwyndòfir. The cold air from the morning passes through Rasec's face and he feels comfortable at all. He sees then his falcon and call for him.
- Oh, Elgòfir! My faithful white falcon! Have you come to bring me news? I can see it in your face that you know something. Come to me, Elgòfir!
Rasec stopped his wonderful horse. The falcon flew down to the ground and landed. It gently looked to Rasec with its grey deep eyes. The Elf-Human put his right arm straight in the direction of the falcon and said:
- Now speak to me. Tell me all you know, great falcon!
After these words, Rasec closed his eyes and they talked mentally for a while, and Elgòfir told him what it had seen the night before. When they finished talking, Rasec thanked Elgòfir and sent it freely to the air, asking it to bring more news if he could get some. Then he started riding again, faster this time, and the Sun shone brightly, making his long brown-gold hair shine with the light.

[Arathin]

Mittero grins slightly. "I hardly see it fit to protect you from you own assasin, m'lord." Mittero turns to Thallius. "But just you remember that, though we both are vampires and in the servius of our Lord, I am the stronger of the two of us." No threat is in Mittero's silky voice. Merely a reminder and a smirk. Thallius cringes remembering the last, and only time, the two had fought. Mittero returns to his lord. "Shall I let the others in, m'lord, or do you wish to meet with them after you unfold your plan?"

[Rasec]

Still in Minas Tirith, Rasec went to the City in order to meet some friends of him; friends of long date, the ones he truted the most in. Between them, were Phenix, the Elf, and Oren, the Lady. Arriving at the City, he went to the tavern where Phenix and Oren always were in. He found them there and went to speak to both of them. As he imagined, there were some more people around them, but he called them apart, and said:
- I greet you, my friends! I come to tell you bad news and to invite you to follow me.
- What has happened, Rasec, the Fabulous? - asked Phenix, looking worried. - I much desire to follow you, but tell us what is going on.
- My falcon came to me this morning. It told me that there was a great movement in the tower of the Mouth of Sauron yesterday night. He told me of a possible revenge against our lands. We must not waste more time. I will travel through Gondor and pick up as many warriors as I can. I will live immediately, and I tell you: I will ride as fast as the wind, and so you will need great horses. Will you two follow me?

[roguelion]

The MoS rose from his seat, and with a casuial gesture hurlled Mittero across the room. "YOU will let them enter? All here is done by my bidding, you would do well to remember that lest you find yourself guarding the dungeons below filled with my prisioners, do NOT presume again!"

Mittero got to his feel with a snarl, glaring as he cought the smile on Thallius's pale face. With a quick bow in the direction of his Lord he haistily left the room.


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(THALLIUS-Posted by ROGUELION)

Thallius laughed inwardly at Mittero's blunder, "He may be a powerfull vampire" Thallius thought. "But what he gains in brute strength he lacks in ettiquete and class." As Mittero left the chamber, driven out by his shame and naivete Thallius made a mentle note of this exchange, there was sure to be more conflicts and aggression between the two vampires before this quest has ended. He bowed deeply to his Lord, locking eyes with the great leader, in an instant their thoughs mingles and Thallius saw how ammusing this was to their Lord to see the two vying for his favour.

[Phenix]

" of course we will, come on we qikly get going"

[YayGollum]

OOC: Right now, Arcanjo dude!

IC: *after showing Serewing to the Mouth of Sauron's chamber, Bugburz goes looking for the other human, after a while, he finds Hamann wandering around* "Get over here, human! You're late! The New Boss is looking for you!" *shoves Hamann forward, then leads him upstairs, sees Ungo, Serewing, Mittero, and Ghaztakh standing outside and leans his ear up to the door*

[Turgon]

Serewing stood silently, drumming his fingers softly upon the worn hilt of his longsword. So they were to be given an audience with this new Dark-lord... an honour indeed! The Corsair chuckled to himself as he watched a host of drawn nervous faces scurrying about the tower. This new Dark-lord must be as hard to please as his predecessor. That at least was a comfort... nothing worse than an uruk running wild without somebody to crack the whip at his back. Stifling a yawn, Serewing glanced about the chamber, it looked like things were about to get started. He could smell the intrigue in the air.

[chrysophalax]

Signalling to Thallius to open the door, the new Lord of Mordor crossed to a table near the window upon which was spread an enormous map of Middle Earth. A creature stirred in the shadows of the far corner of the room and he glanced its way, causing it cease its relentless pacing.

When Thallius opened the door, Bugburz toppled into the room face first. He bounded quickly to his feet and hurriedly pulled the others inside. The Men looked at him with distaste, especially the dapper Corsair who cursed him for daring to lay a hand on his finery.

Lifting an elegant hand in welcome, their Lord bade them join him around the table. As they crowded close, he began to tell them of his plan. "What you see before you should aid you in what I wish to have accomplished. The death of Elessar and the ruin of Faramir. They are the ones responsible for my humiliation and for that they will pay. We will go to the Misty Mountains and there obtain all the forces I will need in order to retake the Southern Kingdom and adjacent lands from among the hosts of orcs still dwelling in Moria and in the tunnels through-out the entire mountain chain."

"My first desire however, is to see to it that Faramir sleeps much less soundly than he does now. To that end, I will send Ungo and Thallius on ahead, there to slay certain of Faramir's council and close associates in such a manner as to bring back old fears, old horrors from Sauron's time. The rest of us will meet with them at the bridge below Caer Andros, there to follow the river north to the hated former realm of Lothlorien and thence to Moria's eastern gate." He paused, seeing in their eyes varying degrees of incredulity. "Ah, perhaps a small taste of what awaits, perhaps?" He turned, calling to the creature in the corner. "You there! Beast! Bring me that chest."

With a snarl there emerged into the light a sight that caused all of them to take a step back. An enormous Uruk-hai, naked to the waist, carried to the feet of the Mouth of Sauron a chest the size of a barrel. It stood there glaring at the newcomers with hatred in its eyes, unmoving as he opened the chest. There was a collective gasp. Gems, gold, riches beyond compare filled the chest to over-flowing. "You see? I can be most generous. To my friends. Any questions?"

[Arathin]

Mittero glanced at the treasures within the chest. Gold and finery held little delight to him, but serving his Lord was his greatest wish. He was more interested in the Uruk-hai, then anything else at the moment, but carefully kept that to himself, though he knew his Lord could see this in his thoughts. He bowed lowly, "I will, as always, serve you and your cause, m'lord."

[Galdor]

Ungo glanced at the treasures and then turned back to the MoS. "How long do you wish us to spread terror in the land of Faramir? And should we not kill Faramir himself? For surely he will be with his close associates, and if we must kill many of them would it not strike all the more fear in the heart of his men if we kill him and not just his close associates?"

[Ice Man]

Hamann's eyes sparkled with the sight of the gold, gems and all other valuable articles. Indeed, it was going to be worth it; putting up with the disgusting orcs, devilish vampires and all those other hated beings would be worth it.

Great, this is exactly what I want, and exactly what I need. - Thought Hamann to himself, as he bowed down and tried to ignore the horrible stentch comming from the filthy "people" in the room..

[chrysophalax]

The Mouth of Sauron smiled at Ungo's objection. "So it would seem, my old friend, yet I have much knowledge of Faramir and his people and it is he whom I wish to torment. His mind is sharp. It will take very little time for him to come to the conclusion that those who will die played a critical part in his campaign against Sauron, Damrod chief among them."

He had been pleased to see the reactions of the Men present, as he knew he would rely most heavily on them later on. "I have chosen the three of you for a reason." he said gazing at the vampires and Ungo, "These slayings will take place under cover of darkness and with a certain amount of...imagination it is to be hoped." His smile turned cruel and his eyes gleamed. "Go now, unless there are other objections. We will speak more of this on the morrow. Tomorrow night is quite propitious to begin this venture to retake what is rightfully ours!"

[YayGollum]

*gazes longingly at the sparkling treasures, but backs out of the room since the Mouth of Sauron is sitting right next to them* to Ghaztakh ---> "Did you see that uruk? I thought all of them were with that wizard up north! We can't let some rebel uruk take what's ours! He'll just take our shares of that treasure!" *looks at Mittero, who's waiting for Ghaztakh* "How do you know that vampire? He knows that we're better than some uruk, right? The New Boss said he needed my help, then he brings that thing in here! I can count on you to help me out with him when the time comes, right?"

[Turgon]

Serewing smiled to himself, it was a sound plan, and if they were to profit by their deeds so much the better... The Corsair was disappointed not to be included in the attack on Faramir, but he saw the wisdom of the Dark Lord's reasoning. His time would come he knew it, in the meantime he was sure he could find something to keep himself occupied.

[Arathin]

*sneaks up behind the two orcs.* Bugdurz, plotting against our Lord's devices already? *a wicked grin slids over the vampires noble visage* relax, young orc. you'll get your fair share of the treasure, and if you don't, i might even give you mine. I have no desire for gold and treasure of the sorts. Only to serve my lord is my wish. Call it, "coming to terms with my immortality". every immortal needs some preoccupation. Mine is m'lord, whom is sure to out live me. *Mittero grins again* at least if I have anything to say about it, and I think I will.

[roguelion]

Thallius glances at the treasure, then quickly looks away, for it held no desire what so ever for him, he had all the riches he could ever use in 1000 lifetimes. He turned to his master the MoS. "Lord, a wonderous plan you have devised, your will will be done, and done in exceeding abundance" Said Thallius quietly. His mind spinned and twisted with the toughts of feasting on the blood of nobel Men, espicially when tinged with fear and terrior. He pulled his hood over his head and asked to take his leave of his Dark Lord to make dark plans. When he was dismissed by the MoS, he walked toward Mittero and Ungo. He looks at each. "A formidable team of Terror" he thinks. "Mittero, we must put aside out squabling and bickering to benifit our mission and the charge upon us by out Dark Master".Then to both Mittero and Ungo."We must make our devlish plans soon, shall we adjourn to a private room to convene in secret?"

[Galdor]

"Indeed, so we should, I have no wish to fail our new master because of uncoordinated assaults upon the counselors of Faramir." Ungo then led Thallius and Mittero to a small room near by and shut the door. "Now, let us make plans on how to fulfill or master's will."

[Rasec]

Phenix and Oren accepted the convocation of Rasec. They quickly chose the best horses in the City and within minutes, they were riding through Gondor. Fast were their horses and even faster if ridden by great riders. The morning was gone when they arrived in Lebennin. There some other Men joined the three, and now they were ten, although there was only one woman between them: Oren, the Lady. She was a very pretty and intelligent woman, and she would indeed be of use in their journey.
After an abundant meal in Lebennin, the knights rode to the left and arrived in Dol Amroth the next day. Rasec had plenty of friends there, but his closest one was called Anamatar, and he was indeed a noble and shrewd man. Gwyndòfir, Rasec's horse, was shining with a white splendor under the Sun of Middle-Earth when they arrived in the city of Dol Amroth. Tall and fair Men could be seen walking through its lands. Many curious eyes looked at the Men and Elves that were arriving. Rasec viewed Anamatar among the crowd and the man also saw him among the other knights. The Elf-Human led his fellows to where Anamatar was.
- It is such an honour to see you again, Anamatar, my friend!
- The honour is mine, Rasec - answered the man. - What brings you here, Elf-Human?
- We need your support - said Rasec. - Now, more than ever, I rely on you and on our friendship. We are ten already, as you can see. We need you and whoever you choose to come to Edoras. If you mean to join us, then come, and I will tell you what is happening during our journey. We do not have time to explain you now. It is your choice, my friend, and do not hesitate too much. Answer me, Anamatar, will you come and join us?

[Anamatar IV]

Anamatar stared into Rasecs eyes. "Of course I will join you. I will summon my steed!" Anamatar turned and ran to the stables where his horse stood. He mounted and rode back to Elf-human. "I shalt not bring any person from the city to Edoras. I do not know for what reason you summon me but I do not think the people of this city should know of it. At least while they can avoid knowing about it."

[Arathin]

Mittero followed Ungo and Thallius. "Indeed, we must plan. This is very important to our mission. We must not kill the wrong councilors." An evil grin slid over Mittero's noble-blooded visage.

[Rasec]

- It is your choice to bring someone or not - said then Rasec. - If you feel you do not have to bring anyone right now, that is fine for me. We may come back to Dol Amroth later, if we need more men. Let us go now, for we shall not waste our time!
The horses neighed strongly when the knights turned them to the north and started riding fast. Their destiny now was Drùwaith Iaur, where Rasec had one more important friend: Búrun. One more day was gone and they were in Pinnath Gelin, now riding to the north-west. The next day, the first difficulty appeared in front of them. The Ered Nimrais were a strong and high barrier, and they had to think how they would pass over it. Oren, the Lady, told the others her idea. She said that Rasec should choose one man to go with him to Drùwaith Iaur, while the others should ride to Edoras. Although, this idea was not accepted by none of them, for no one wanted to leave each other, and Rasec could never choose only one man. For him, Phenix, the Elf, and Anamatar were the noblest friends, but who then would guide the others? The only choice was to go ahead and experience the heavy snowy weather of the White Mountains.

[Goldberry344]

*Ghaztah frowns and whispers to Bugdurz* " Mittero and i have known each other for a long time, we were in service to the Dark Lord together...but i have never been sure if he was my friend or my enemy. he never outwardly wished me ill, but he is always very secretive. as for the uruk, he had best stay out of my way and my treasure. i wont be cast over for some half-a-copper's worth of a uruk"

[chrysophalax]

He sat in the window after the other's had gone, one arm resting on an upraised knee. This particular window looked West and in his mind he flew beyond the confines of the mountains that encircled Mordor. Ithilien, Lothlorien, yea even Gondor would be his. All the beautiful lands so loved by the puling minions of Elessar would be his to rule, his to destroy if he so chose.

He looked at his fell companion, the Uruk his orcs had found. "Come! Tell me my gruesome friend. What you have your reward be for your part in my enterprise?" It stood to its full height and stared at its master. Intelligence gleams in the black recesses of it eyes and it snarled. "Freedom, Great One. Only that."

"Indeed? A noble reward. Will you prove worthy of such a gift, I wonder?" He rose and walked to a table on which sat a pitcher of wine and several goblets. "Go, fetch me the Corsair. I believe I have devised a use for him."

[Rasec]

Nevertheless, the fellowship did not need to climb the mountain and be in danger for a long and hard time. High in the sky, Rasec viewed Elgòfir, the Falcon, approximating them in a high speed. Rasec's heart was now comforted, for Elgòfir was going to be essentially useful to them. The fellowship stopped, and watched Elgòfir landing. Then Rasec went to talk to his animal. For a little time, they talked mentally once again. From his pocket, the Elf-Human took an old parchment and a beautiful pen and wrote something quickly. He gave the parchment to the falcon and sent him away. Then he spoke to his companions and said:
- There is no need to go ahead anymore. Elgòfir will send a message to Búrun, and I am quite sure he will accept meeting us at Edoras. He knows this place better than anyone, so he probably has an unknown easy way to arrive to Edoras. He is a fast rider as well, so he will arrive in time for the council. Let us turn our horses in direction of Edoras, my fellows!
The weather was about to change. There would be a storm soon, predicted Rasec. But it would not affect the effort of the fellowship, and neither Búrun's.
The great white falcon arrived in Drùwaith Iaur in a few minutes. It landed and looked around to find Búrun. Then he viewed a man who fit with Rasec's description of the Man. He was alone in front of a tavern, and he seemed to be thinking deeply about something. Elgòfir came to him and gave him the parchment, shaking his beak to show it. The man hesitated, but took the parchment and read it. After reading, he looked up to the sky and the falcon was flying back from where it had come. He closed his eyes and thought for a moment, and then he folded the paper and went to summon his horse. In ten minutes, he had left Drùwaith Iaur, taking the path to Edoras.

[Anamatar IV]

Anamatar nodded. "Edoras we must seek but I still do not know for what reason, Rasec, you summon me. We must ride fast but I want an answer soon. I do not like the urgency in your voice."

[YayGollum]

OOC: Ack! My name is Bugburz! Not Bugdurz! That just sounds stupid! :rolleyes:

IC: *watches the vampire leave, then turns back to Ghaztakh* "Does he really think I would plot against the New Boss? He's already counting on me! See? I already got part of my share of the treasure!" *shows his new dagger* "I'm a very valuable tracker for the New Boss! That vampire is just someone to do the dirty work! But I wouldn't mind getting some action myself. We'll just have to wait for him to call on us." *leans up against a wall, but jumps back up when he thinks of something* "I'm going to find something to drink. Tell me if the New Boss asks for me." *walks down the stairs to try to find something to drink*

[Ponte]

When Búrun hade came to Adorn the weather had becomed more stormy, for a while he thougth that he wouldn't be able to keep on travel. He went away from his horse and started to tink about it but when he had thougth over it for a while he decided to keep on travel since the storm wasn't that bad. He mounted his horse and then the horse waded over the river since Búrun knew a place were the River were not so deep. When he and his Horse had waded over the river they started to ride northeast against the gap of Rohan. When he had rode pass the gap of Rohan he made a camp.

[Rasec]

Dark the clouds had become. The fellowship was all worried about the storm. Rasec approximate Anamatar and said:
- As I promised you, Anamatar Österel, I will tell you why I did summon you. - Then Rasec told him about the morning in Minas Tirith, when he talked to Elgòfir about the reunion of the remnants of evil in the tower of the Mouth of Sauron. - For that reason, and also for you being a fatihtful and strong man, I summoned you, my friend.
Then Geäthryn stopped his horse and said in a loud voice to all his companions:
- We shall not fear the storm, companions! The wind is blowing the dark clouds to the ocean. And it is a powerful wind, blowing strongly to the west. Our path is to the east, so the storm will not annoy us for a long time. As we do not have a place where we can hide from the storm, we will ride fast and continue riding even if the storm begins. When we arrive in Edoras, there will certainly not be sark clouds anymore. And so we can rest upon the Sun.
- How long will this path still take until Edoras, Rasec? - asked Oren.
- I predict we will be there tonight. Perhaps tomorrow morning if our horses ask for a stop. Come on, fellows! May the speed follow us!

[Anamatar IV]

Anamatar pondered over Rasecs words. Indeed he was there. Behind Prince Imrahil when the dark lord Sauron was overthrown. He thought in disgust at how the Mouth of Sauron talked with no respect to Mithrandir and King Ellesar. "Tis a pity that foul beast escaped."

[YayGollum]

Thallius sits at a large table, his hood still covering his white face. "We must show the families of Faramir's nobles that the evil of ancient days has returned. We must strike quickly and precisely, but not so quickly as to be shrugged off as chance. Here is what I suggest we do..." Thallius says with a malignant smile.

[Turgon]

Serewing was resting in the dark, dank chamber alotted to him by the steward of the tower. It was more like a cell than anything else, and the constant drip-drip of water was beginning to grate on his nerves. Ossë's beard! He was a Corsair of Umbar not some bow-legged uruk maggot... he deserved better lodgings than these.

So it was that when the messenger called on him, he found the Corsair in a less than amenable mood. Without so much as a by-your-leave his door was flung open to reveal a miserable sallow-skinned orc, a leering grin carved upon his twisted face. 'Oi! Corsair, the boss wants a word with you. Better get up there quick - he don't like being kept waiting...'

Serewing jumped to his feet and took a few steps towards the messenger. After eyeing the orc for a moment or two, he answered him in cold, haughty tones. 'Tell your master I shall be there presently - As for you, a lesson in manners would not go amiss, fortunately for you I have neither the time nor the energy to deliver it... now, get of my sight before I have a change of heart.'

With this the orc scurried off, muttering a string of curses under his fetid breath. The Corsair gathered up his gear and followed hard upon him, the stale smell of Uruk ever in the air.

So the Mouth of Sauron wished to see him? This could prove to be very interesting...

[Rasec]

There was no more doubt the storm would be terrible. Riding through the lands of Gondor, the eleven companions looked at the sky and had an awful feeling. Nevertheless, Rasec did not seem to be worried. he knew that he and his fellows could ride fast and win the rain. Thunders and lightnings had already begun to spread in the sky. One hour later, the rain came. It was a heavy rain, and the horses were not happy to be running upon the water. But they were valiant enough to continue going fast.
When night came, the storm had calmed down. Now just a thin rain was falling from the dark-blue sky. Edoras was very close now. But they first would have to wade over the White Mountains, and Edoras would then appear.

[Arathin]

Mittero waved Thallius to momentary silence. "The children would be a good start. Let the men live the longest to spread the word. Faramir will listen much better to his men whom are losing child and wife to the 'ancient evils' then to a child-bearing widow. He would merely assume the widow insane or exagerating. Therefore, children, wives, then finally and lastly the men themselves, would seem our mission's best order of opperation."

[chrysophalax]

Serewing was admitted into the dark Lord's presence and he watched as he was poured a goblet of wine. "Come, Corsair. I have in mind plans that I think will please your desire for riches and power." Beckoning him closer, they sat near the window facing on the West.

"I see in you the potential to become a great ally, to our mutual benefit, I deem." Sauron's former herald smiled to himself as he watched the light of greed kindle in Serewing's eyes. "Would it please you to rule in Ithilien? I would far rather have you as a neighbor than that lap-dog Elessar! It is a fertile land and Faramir's people have not been idle, neither have the Elves who have come to live there. There is much wealth and luxury to be found there." He leaned forward, intent on his purpose. "I want you to rule there in my name, as my vassal. What say you?"

The tall Uruk in the corner listened to all that was said and he held his peace. His Lord was extremely cruel, and it would not be to his benefit to betray the fact that he had been paying close attention...

[Turgon]

The Corsair took the proffered cup, gazing absently into it as he listened to the Dark Lord's words; the wine was rich and red as blood, yet he had not the heart to drink it. He had expected more from the man sitting before him, a proud Númenórean he had once been, yet it seemed Sauron had corrupted him utterly. He was nothing now but a pale shadow of his former master's malice. Serewing lusted not for power, for wealth and riches: fleeting dreams set to snare the weak, nothing more.

He had dreamt of a rebirth, a new Golden Age for the Children of Númenor. Not the fool's gold of Elessar and his Elf-witch bride; but a return to the greatness of ages past. Was it not the destiny of the Dúnedain to rule as Lords of all Middle-earth? Did not Ar-Pharazôn humble Sauron himself? and was it not Sauron who betrayed that Great King and send their homeland crashing into the Abyss? Could the Corsair trust this man who aped so well the manners of the Deciever? It seemed he had no choice, join him or die, that was the choice that lay before him. Yet he could bide his time, see which way the wind was blowing, and then set his sails accordingly...

Serewing looked up and smiled, 'I accept your offer, my Lord...' Then draining his cup to the dregs he offered a toast. 'Death to all the enemies of Old Númenor.'

[YayGollum]

*coming out of the storeroom with a few flasks of ale, Bugburz runs into the thief Hamann* "Garn! Is that you, human? There's not much in there that you could stomach! Even our children drink ale that's too strong for humans!" *walks right up to the taller human and glares at him disapprovingly* "What use are you to us anyway? I thought that your kind just hid in dark alleys while all the fighting is going on!"

[Rasec]

There it was. The Ered Nimrais with its high mountains. Having that viewing, the companions felt comforted but annoyed at the same time. What force would guide them and help them while in the mountains? Rasec believed in the strength of his fellows, and he knew there was no other choice but to wade over the Ered Nimrais. They rode beside the mountains for a quite long time in order to find the lowest mountain around. There was one which seemed special to Rasec's eyes, and so they rode in directon to it.
The sun was coming up when they were climbing the mountain. A great and fascinating light appeared and they felt the heat of the Sun in their own hearts. That was the force that guided them and gave them strength to continue. When midday came, they were in the top of the mountain. From there, they viewed the City of Edoras, beautiful and splendid to their eyes.
- We will be there tonight, fellows! - said Rasec in his loud and clear voice. - And we will be received with great honour! Éomer has been my friend for a long time. Ahead, companions!
So they rode quickly that day and were anxious to arrive in Edoras, for most of them did not know Éomer yet.

[chrysophalax]

Intrigued by the Corsair's half-hearted response, the dark Lord rose, gazing once more upon the wide lands to the West. He thought to himself that this one was perhaps more than he had at first perceived and he would bear watching. Turning, he asked, "Where is the other one? Your companion? Tell me of his talents, his weaknesses."

Serewing's eyes narrowed, wondering where this line of questioning might lead. With a glance at the wine, he poured himself more, playing for time.

[Ice Man]

- Bugburz - said Haman - it doesn't matter how strong your stomach is, my daggers can pierce it and cut open, so I can see what is it that you eat. - Hamann then showed one of his daggers to Bugburz, who became uncomfortable with the sight and the thought of being attacked by that feeble human.

- Since you have asked, let me tell you that I am of great use to your Lord. Whenever you shall need to interact with humans, or simply wander through human dwellings, I am the one for the job. Hehe, ugly beasts like you would be killed at site if you ever wandered even close to Gondor or any of the cities I've been to lately.

Hamann then sat on a chair an awaited his mate Serewing come back from the talk with MoS.

[Turgon]

'You speak of Hamann of Gondor?' the Corsair mused. 'He is not my companion save by chance; yet our paths have crossed before. He is a skilled thief, a cutpurse and cut-throat... I could go on. His strength and his weakness are one and the same: the acquisition of treasure. As for his loyalty...' Serewing paused for a moment, something had stirred the Dark Lord. He could feel cruel eyes burning into him, as if trying to tear the very thoughts from the Corsair's skull. Did he suspect something?

'... as for his loyalty...' Serewing said again. 'Hamann answers to nobody but himself. Yet you can be sure of his service - as long as your coffers hold out.' The Corsair let out a cold, cynical laugh. 'Quite the company you have gathered about you...'

[Rasec]

- They are eleven, sir. Eleven knights are coming to Edoras.
- And do you recognise any of them? - asked Éomer.
- I think I saw Rasec among them, sir.
- Rasec Geäthryn, the Elf-Human? - asked the King again.
- Exactly, sir.
Éomer rose and walked hurriedly to the main door of the House of Edoras. Therefore he viewed the eleven companions riding their horses in direction of the House. One of the horses was white and the rider was also dressed in white. His hair was brown-gold and it was hovering with the wind. "It is indeed Rasec" - he thought.
Rasec could also see Éomer standing by the door.
- That is Éomer, fellows! - he shouted. - And I am happy to see my friend again!
They continued riding fast, and in five minutes they arrived in the House of Edoras, and the King greeted them.
- Welcome, knights! It is a pleasure to see you here, although I do not know most of you.
- The pleasure is totally ours, Majesty. - answered Rasec.
- My old friend, the Elf-Human! - said then Éomer. - Please, let us enter, shall we?
- Indeed. - answered Rasec. - We much need to talk.
The riders left their horses in the stable and entered the House. Éomer ordered a servant to lay the table and to summon some men of Edoras.

[Ponte]

Búrun woked up. He mounted his horse and started to ride southeast. When he had reached Edoras he stopped. Búrun went to the guards at the hall and said to them
- My name is Búrun Ponte, I am a friend of Rasec Geäthryn the elf-human. He sent a message to me where he wanted me to meet him in Edoras. And since we were going to have a meating with Èomer I guess that we were going to meat here.
A guard went into the hall and came out a while later, he said
- You are allowed to enter the hall.
Búrun then left his horse in the stable and went into the hall

[Phenix]

Phenix turned to teh king " your magesty, we comes whit eargent news, in mordor teh evil has gathered and we think they're prepering to atack middle earth"tehn he steped back to see teh kings reaction

[YayGollum]

*after a little more glaring and posturing and glancing nervously at Hamann's dagger, Bugburz retreats up the stairs to share with the other orc, but he stops at a door when he hears Thallius, Mittero, and Ungo talking, he thinks that he might hear something useful and sips on his ale outside, ready to slink away if necessary*

[chrysophalax]

The Lord of Mordor grew restless. Who was this man that he should assume such an air with him? Perhaps it was time to put him in his place...
Gesturing to the Uruk, he smiled viciously. "Ah, my friend. I perceive that our plans are not necessarily in harmony. How unfortunate."

Serewing rose swiftly from his seat as the Uruk advanced on him, backing him into a corner. He felt suffocated by the creature's very presence. It pinned him against the wall, clutching his throat in a vice-like grip. It leaned close to him. "Don't struggle." it mutters in his ear. "I won't hurt you, much." Serewing's eyes widened and he wondered at this sudden turn of events. The Uruk snarled at him and then winked. Sensing a potential ally, Serewing gave up all attempts at escape and feigned a collapse.

The Uruk turned to it's master, who waved him away. The Mouth of Sauron walked over to the prostrate Corsair and nudged him with his boot. "I know that you hear me. Do not presume upon my good will any further. I have plans for you and you will fulfill them."

[Anamatar IV]

King Eomer looked stunned at what had just been said to him. He had not seen war since the war of the ring. The king stood slowly, his face creased with worry.

"What is to be done?" he asked. Rasec was just about to reply to this when the large wooden doors of the golden hall burst open. Rasec rejoiced.

"Burun! My old friend! I am glad that you rode so swiftly. Time is not on our side. King Eomer, I have brought with me 11 companions. We desire to hold a council in this great hall."

[Ponte]

Búrun went into the hall and bowed before Éomer. Éomer then invited Búrun to take a seat. Búrun took a seat next to Rasec. He then said to Rasec
-Why did you summoned me? I heard something about that evil had gathered in Mordor, am I rigth?
Rasec answered
-Evil has gathered in Mordor and we are going to have a council about what that has to be done, I will tell you more excactly then.

[Arathin]

Mittero slid sound- and word-lessly from his chair. He had heard Orcish boot steps halt outside of their private rooms. Pulling open the door, Mittero sneered as the Orc fell through the doorway. "I figured it was you, orc. What do you think you're doing? listening on a private conversation?" Mittero leaned close to the orc's ear, a sly grin revealing his flashing, pearly fangs. "You'd best scatt before I let my hunger get the best of my .... better.... judgement...." The sneer that spread across Mittero's visage was one of joyful and innocent malious.

[Rasec]

Éomer looked at the companions and then for last he looked at Rasec, who smiled gently at him. Finally the Elf-Human spoke.
- Yes, King Éomer. We would like to make a council in your hall. Shall we? I saw that you have summoned some people from your land to join us. Who are they?
- Some people of my respect. - answered the King. - Among them, there is Arienne, a very valiant young lady. About the council: indeed, you can hold it here in my hall.
- Thank you, majesty. - said Rasec. - We will be starting it as soon as these people from the City arrive.

[Galdor]

Ungo stood up with a evil smile on his face, he was clearly enjoying the orcs fear. Walking up to the Mittero and the orc, he said to Mittero, "Yes, it would probably be better to let him live for now, who knows, we might be in need of food later on." then to Bugburz, "I'm sure that you've heard stories about what Ungo does to those who displease him, have you ever wondered if there're true? Well, if I ever catch you eavesdropping on me again, you will be able to find out if they are true, first hand. Now scram before I change my mind and decide to deal differently with you." With a evil laugh Ungo aimed a kick at Bugburz to hurry him along.

[YayGollum]

*Bugburz glared at the three superly scary dudes, but let his fear get the better of him and scuttled off, he saw Ghaztakh standing outside the Mouth of Sauron's chamber and threw a flask of ale to her, then peeked his head inside, and cringes when the Mout of Sauron glares at him for spoiling his fun* "My lord? I have some information you might find useful!"

[chrysophalax]

The dark Lord turned to the cringing orc and gestured abruptly for it to enter. The Corsair stood still, rubbing his neck, glaring defiantly at him. The orc scuttled close and mumbled something too low for Serewing to hear. He then bade the orc to summon Mittero, Ungo and Thallius quickly.

Turning again to Serewing he said, "Tell me Corsair. Have I chosen rightly, or is there another that would serve my purposes more faithfully, your acquaintance, perhaps?" Serewing stiffened slightly at the threat, yet remained calm. The actions of the Uruk had intrigued him and he wanted to live long enough to exploit this sudden turn of events.

[roguelion]

Thallius lowers his head to the table, resting it lightly on the polished surface. "Fools" he thought, "why would the MOS torment me with these...infantile cretans. His stomach lurched at the thought of the bitter and foul blood of the Orc, If they wanted to eat from the dung heap that was their buisness, but he would have none of that. "Listen..friends, I think the plan is fool hearty, I will go about it in my own way, do as you wish, and kill the Orc if you must, but let it be nown that I will have nothing to do with your games. I have plans, more devious in nature, and more, refined in taste. If you wish to drink the weak blood of the innocent, do so, I look forward to feeding on nobel blood, regal blood tinged with true terror and utter fear.

[Arathin]

Mittero returns to his chair and leans close to Thallius. His voice is but a sibblent hiss, tainted with bloodlust as Mittero is growing hungry. "And what, pray tell dear Thallius, do you propose? Perhaps if you spoke out your ideas we might find them pleasing?"

[Arathin]

*Mittero and Thallius continued their exchange in hussed whispers of the Blood Oath Language. The language was known only to those bitten and, in fact, only be known or understood to those bitten. The tension between them was pallapule. Mittero and Thallius both snarled and growled at the other. Mittero even made several attempts to strike out at or bite the weak vampire, but refrained at a series of snarled comments from Thallius. The two vampires discussed their plans of attack for a long while, 'til the werewolf, Ungo, was pacing the small room. They abruptly cut there conversation short, which was more shared, sly grins of pleasure caused by the thoughts of death by now, as the little orc poked its head in the door.* "The Mouth of Sauron wishes to see you three immediately." *Mittero's visage went from its grin to a firm, marble encasement.* "We are on our way." *The two vampires snarled at eachother as they and the werewolf left the private room and waited outside the chambers of MoS. The orc scuttled into the room to tell MoS that the three had come.*

[Galdor]

Throughout the vampires talk/fight Ungo paced the room, glared at the two vampires, hating to be left out of the talks. He said nothing about it until the reached the MoS's door and as they waited out side of his chambers, he turned to them and said,
"While we are waiting I expect you both to tell me all of what was going on between you two, and what was said. And I warn you, if I find that you have not told me all, or that you plot against me, I will not rest until both of you are dead." Ungo then sat down on a large slab of rock and waited for their reply.

[roguelion]

"Rest easy canine friend" Says Thallius to Ungo with a thin smile spread across his lips. "We were not ploting against you, nor were we planing to take you out of the picture, we were, dear Ungo, deciding on a plan of action for all of us, a plan that could be most effective in generating Terror, we spoke in the Blood language, only becouse we do not want any of thoes who are not loyal to our cause to know of our plans, we will fill you in soon friend...."

[Rasec]

Rasec was really impatient with the delay. "Where are these people that Éomer summoned?" - he thought to himself. The King was talking to Búrun and Anamatar, sat in the table. Rasec had risen and was looking out of the window. "What may the Evil be planning?" - he wondered. "I can see the dark cloud over Mordor, and I wish Elgòfir was here to tell me the news".

[chrysophalax]

Seeing that Serewing was proving to be difficult, the dark Lord smiled a cruel smile and nodded to the Uruk, who backed away from Serewing. "Defy me if you choose, your pride will be your downfall, rest assured." he thought to himself.

"Return to your rooms, Corsair and save your strength. You will find yourself in need of it soon enough." He turned his back on Serewing dismissively and the Corsair, face flushed with indignation, departed for his chamber. Bugburz slipped in past him and slunk to the feet of his master. "They are outside, master..."

"Bring them...wait. What has been said?" His eyes bored into those of the orc and he wailed, putting his hands over his eyes. "Master, they threatened to hurt your poor servant!" He grovelled on the floor pitifully. "Go. None shall harm you.......yet."

The two vampires and Ungo entered their master's presence, each standing apart from the other. He noted this with displeasure, yet chose not to reveal his anger. "You will leave this place at once and go to Ithilien, there to begin causing my friend Faramir as much discomfort as possible. I care not how you accomplish this, my only wish is that you kill only one or two from each of his noble's houses. But mark me! Faramir's house is NOT to be harmed....oh no......not yet." He walked closer to them and spoke in a low voice. "Hear me. The Men among this group will take advantage of your disloyalty. If my plan is to be accomplished you must work with but a single goal in mind. Otherwise, I'm certain I can find allies who can!"

[Rasec]

Éomer also got tired of waiting the people he summoned. He thought that they would not be losing a lot if the Council started now. He could let them know what happened later.
- Let us start the Council, shall we? - said the King. - I think we have lost enough time already. My servant is probably too slow or he has not found Arienne and the others yet.
- Therefore we should really start it. - answered Rasec. - Let us gather everyone around the table.
King Éomer took a bell and shook it, so that it made a strong sound around the hall, where the people were talking and sitting alone to rest. All of them looked at Éomer when the bell rang. Then he spoke.
- We shall start the Council now. Please, let us gather here around the great table.
Everyone then went to the table and took a seat. Rasec sat beside the King. He was the first one to speak, for he was the responsible for all that was happening. He rose and spoke loudly and clearly.
- Thank you for being here now, my friends. The reason why we are gathered here will be explained better now. It is not a long story and I do not have much information, but it is sufficient to let us decide our next step. Evil is planning a revenge, and we cannot any longer tolerate it. Let the Council of Edoras begin!

[roguelion]

Thallius bowed low and long to his Lord awaiting his leave. When it was given he turned silently and glided out of the vast hall, with Ungo and Thallius on his heals. In the hall he stopped and waited for the two to catch up. "Now is the time to unleash out wickedness upon the the Nobels. Let us ride swift and true and tarry not, the midnight hour is upon us and we have little time to spare friends" Said Thallius to Mottero and Ungo. The three rushed off in a blur and headed out toward their goal. Thallius began to feel the hunger build as they rode, His heart pounding in his chest. He could sence the life force of every living creature around him, it called out to him, it drew him. Like a moth to a flame he was drawn, to feed now would be to weaken his resolve, and to deadin the pleasure of the kill and the extacy of the blood. He resisted the urge and gripped the reigns tighter as they thundered across Mordor. A sinister smile spread across his face as he thought of the pleasure that he would soon feel at the terror of the nobels, he laughed silently as they rode in the vast darkness.

[Arathin]

Mittero rode in silence behind Thallius. Though he couldn't see Thallius' visage, Mittero knew that the hunger growing within him was also upon Thallius. Mittero went over their plans in his mind. They were solid and co-ensided perfectly with what their lord had spoken to them. 'Yes,' he thought to himself. 'this should prove very ... entertaining. Let this proud, young one have his delusions. He will soon see that age has added to my sense and abbilities for the kill.' "Thallius," Mittero snarled the name with a mixture of hatred and venom. "Will you or I tell our canine friend of the plan? He must know it before we reach our destination." As Mittero waited for a response, he thought to himself. 'Yes, although we hate each other dearly, it is only the hatred for the company of the others of our damned race that this is over. That nature blood-lustfilled hatred we have now become heir too and that night long ago between us. Yes, Thallius, I still remember that night clearly, and I know you do too. We, vampires, hold our grudges like our lives, for eternity. Before I see you die at my hands Thallius, I will have at my mercy for that night. But not this mission, I will not put the Dark Lord's wishes benealth my own personal vengence, but, if ever I am not tied by m'lord, the MoS, to not have my revenge, beware Thallius. Fore I will strick quick and hard when you least expect it, and you will not be able to defend yourself, but your suffering will be immence, yound one.' "Well, young one." Mittero barked impatiently. "Who in your mind shall tell the werewolf? Or would you leave him guessing his part? That seems more like you."

[roguelion]

"It matters not to me ancient wyrm, Tell him the plans if you wish." Snarlled Thallius over the din of the horses hooves, "you two seem to be of like mind anyhow. Bother me not until we reach our destination" Thallius pulled his heavy hood over his head and bore down upon his horse. They crossed the lands swiftly, and quickly the sun was beginnig to rise as the darkness began to pale. As they rode in silence Thallius thought, as he often did when traveling. He searched his mind for a distant memmory, a memmory so clouded that he could barely conceive of it. Then it came to him, clear and strong.....
********Memmories********
The village was burning, men calling to arms and women screaming. The orange glow of the fires consumed everything as young Thallius donned his armour and drew his sword. Orc's, he remembered, The orc's had attacked there village, but with them was a dark force, a shadow, it lept on victims and slew with no regard of age or gender. Thallius quickly slew 3 Orcs then turned to fight beside his father, It was then that his father fell, the shadow overtook him and in an instant he was dead. A rage filled Thallius and he searched for the shadow creature, hacking and slashing his way through ranks of Orcs, Not minding or noticing the cuts and wounds that covered his young body. Then in front of him the shadow loomed, its eyes dark and deep, it seemed void of light and life as it stood in front of Thallius. in a flash it was on him, its grip like that of a dwarven vice, crushing his arms in its hands. Thallius was helpless to move, he tried in vain to strugle but it was of no avail, as he slipped into darkness he prepaired to die....The next memmory was even stronger. The mysts ware all around him as he lay on his face, prone and cold on the hard earth. A pain in his stomach caused him to stumble and fall as he attempted to stand. Then he senced the shadow behind, that evil creature was pursuing him, pushing him through the mysts. Try as he might Thallius could not see the shadow, it seemed to elude his vision, but he knew it was there lying in wait for another moment to strike and finish off the kill. For what seemed like days Thallius stumbled through the myst. Thallius fell and dashed his face upon a rock, spliting his lip, the blood trickled into his mouth and he swallowed hard. It was then that the hunger started, as if his stomach was primed by his own blood he writhed in hunger pangs, almost mad he searched the dead ground for anything living on which to feed. Every living creature scurried away from Thallius eluding his hunger, he was to week to hunt them to far. Despite his hunger and weakness he continued to stumble and crawl throught the mysts. After a time he fell to his knees and cradeled his aching stomach. A quietness and stillness fell upon the land and it was then that Thallius heard it first, the beating of a heart. It was not his own heart for it beat to fast and it was full of life and strength. Thallius was drawn to the sound, like a ravenous beast he followed the sound. Suddenly upon the still air he heard a quiet weeping. Thallius slowed, it was very near. The Mysts seemed to part and he saw clearly for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. There before him sat an Elf maiden, on her lap she cradled the head of an elf in armor. Her slain lover he presumed. She cried and called the Elf warriors name in the silence. Thallius lay and watched until he couldnt stand it no longer, then he struck. Like a flash of light he was upon her, his teeth elongating in a second then he ripped into her jugular vein with surgical precision. For a time he drank, the extacy of feeding filling him. The Vampire and his victem rocking together as if in a lovers embrace. Then her blood started to run cold and became bitter to taste. Thallius looked into his victems eyes, their deep blue seemed to be the only color that existed. Her mouth moved silently as she passed from life unto death. Her voice grew strong for an instant before she died, she looked into Thalliuses eyes and clearly said "Thank you" then quietly she died and was no more. Thallius pushed her body off of him, and attempted to stand. A savage and utterly emmence pain coursed through his body, touching his very soul it seemed. He closed his eyes and saw the elf maidens eyes reflected in his memmory, burned into his psyche forever. Thallius stumbled again as he tried to stand and finially gave up and lay down. He knew not how long he lied on the cold hard ground. When he finially looked up the shadow was standing over him, a minacial smile spread across his face as he laughed evily at Thallius and held out a hand to help him up....

[Galdor]

Ungo pulled his horse out in front of the two vampires, forcing them to stop. Starring at them darkly he said, "We will go no further until I have been told of the plan. I know not hatred is between you, but put it aside and put your mind on our master's wishes. How can we do things swift and silent if I know not what is planned? I know not about you, but I want nothing more then to see the men of Gondor suffer pain. And if you two will let your petty quarrels get in the way, then I will do it alone."

[Elfarmari]

"As no one else seems to have any information to share, I will start." The attention of all in the room was suddenly drawn to a man who seemed to appear from the shadows. He was clad as a ranger of former days, with a weather-worn cloak, which was clasped with a shiny silver leaf, which had elvish writing upon it. The brooch stood out as the only new-looking article he carried. A long sword hung from his belt, the sheath glinting red in the light.
The ranger, Glingal, stepped out from behind a pillar, letting his hood down. It was now apparant to any who cared to notice that this ranger was no man, but an elf; his keen eyes and fair features revealed his kindred.
"The Mouth of Sauron has enthroned himself in the ruins of the Barad-dur as the new Dark Lord. He has gathered all the remnants of evil that remain after the fall of Sauron to him. This much I hope you already know. What I come to tell you is this: THe Mouth of Sauron has more than men and orcs at his command. He has already sent two vampires and a werewolf to torment the men of Gondor. These know how to spread terror; Faramir and Elessar need not fear for themselves, the assasins will first strike the weak and defenseless, knowing that we must act to protect them, and no single man can overpower a vampire. Terror they will cause, unless we act to prevent them from fufilling their mission."

[Rasec]

Rasec looked deep into Glingal's eyes. He could easily see that Glingal was a very noble elf and of a very courageous heart. His words were of great help. Rasec was now delighted to have someone strong with them.
- I greet thee, mysterious elf! - said he. - You are right, we already knew that Evil has gathered in Barad-dûr. But what we did not know was that they are to send a werewolf and two vampires to attack the defenseless of these lands. Very surprising, for I thought they would act in high level, and that is not what I see. If terror will indeed be spread, we must not be sat, waiting for it to come to us. There are still somethings to discuss about, but I think we should send one or two spies to Mordor, so they can come back with news.
- Excuse me, Rasec. - said Phenix. - I want to say that I would like to be sent to Mordor as a spy, if it is possible.
- If you want to, it is consented. I guess nobody has any objection. And you could choose someone to go with you, my friend.
- I am going with him. - said Oren, the Lady. - Phenix and I will look for the Evil and return as fast as we can, with great news. But what if you are not here anymore when we return?
- We will probably not, in fact. - answered Rasec. - We should meet in the middle of our path in four days. Is it good for you?
- Yes, indeed, Geäthryn. - answered Phenix.

[chrysophalax]

Having sent his deadly trio on before them, the Mouth of Sauron began to prepare for his departure. He summoned Bugburz and several other orcs and sent them scurrying throughout the strong-hold calling the rest to assemble in the court-yard where their horses would be held in readiness. He strode over to a great chest in a corner of the room and brought forth an enormous broadsword in a well-oiled scabbard. he drew forth the blade and was pleased to see that it's blade was still as keen as the day on which he had put it here, as he had thought for the last time.

There had been times, many times when he had seemed to be as one enchanted, when he saw dimly a life before his servitude to his lord Sauron. It had only been when he realized that he could be harmed, that he was no longer one of the most feared Men in the East, that his hatred had twisted his mind, scorching away forever any thought that had ever existed before he had come face to face with him . With Elessar. How he hated him! He saw Elessar as the reason for his loss of face before his lord and he remembered the punishment he had endured at Sauron's bidding. Favoured no longer he had been locked away, there to starve, until by chance the part of Barad-dur in which he had been imprisoned had crumbled in and he escaped with nothing but his life. And his hatred.

As he descended the long stairways that led down into the court-yard his thought was bent on one thing alone, the death and total destruction of Elessar and his kingdom.

[Elfarmari]

Still standing in the shadow, Glingal burst out, "What need have we of spies in this matter? The enemy strikes! Would you rather know who the enemy intends to kill after they are dead? I have spent more years pursuing vampires than you have lived on this earth, and they will not wait. When the thirst for blood is on them, they strike. I will find their trail, and follow it to these accursed villains. Yes, we should gather information to combat the Mouth of Sauron's next stroke, but if we do not act to prevent terror from beginning, we will have no strength to act later. I ask nothing but provisions for my journey; if any wish to accompany me, let the be warned: vampires and werewolves kill. They do not fight like men, but like beasts."
Glingal walked quickly from the room, heading to the stables.

[roguelion]

Thallius, Ungo and Mittero came to a stop in a secluded clearing of trees just outside of the city of Ithilien. Thallius dismounted and came over to stand beside Ungo."easy Ungo" he said calmly. He could see in the moonlight that the werewolf's hair stood on end and he quivered in antisipation of the kill. "Now is not the time to loose our heads, we must concintrate on the exactness of our mission and the methods we have devised to follow it to fruition." Thallius paced the clearing, feeling Mittero's eyes burning into his back all the while. How he despised the other vampire. Mittero and Thallius went way back, before the creature Gollum found the ring, even back as far as the rings creation ans the last stand of men and Elves. Thallius thought in silence as he ignored Mittero's eyes. to noone in particular he said "He is near, he is following us." Ungo's ears purked up, he had to say nothing to urge Thallius to explain further. "There is one who has searched form me and my kind for thousands of years, I killed his mate when he was but moments away from death, she thought he was dead, and I eased her suffering and took her life. Thallius glared up at Mittero with a hatefull look remembering the Elf maiden and her presumed dead lover in the mysts that fatefull night so long ago. Thallius remembered that night very clearly, his first meal, and the lesson that followed......
****Memmory****(sorry so long folks)
The shadow creature stood over Thallius, Its presence sending shivers down his spine, Evil seemed to radiate from him to engulf and envelope all that dared to come close to its horrible presence. It held out its hand as if in friendship. Thallius cringed, expecting the creature to fall upon him and devour him the second they touched. "Take my hand fool" the shadow said, its voice dripping with anger and irritation."I am not going to harm you boy, get up & imbrace your new life" Thallius sat puzzled and afraid, for a second he hesitated then took the creatures outstretched hand. In that instand Thallius was able, for the first time to see the dark creature that kept itself cloaked in shadow, it was a tall Man or an Elf, he could not tell for a thick cloak and hood covered its head. What he did see clearly were thoes eyes, they seemed to pearce deep into his soul and unlock, reveal & awaken his hidden fears. Thallius shuddered and looked away. "I will not harm you, Trust my words young one foe I alone created you, and I will not destroy you...yet!"Said the shadow. Thallius stirred up his courage and looked upon the creature once again. "Who...What are you? Thallius queried sheepishly. The shadow turned and paced throught the myst "My name is Mittero, I am darkness, I am fear, I am the drinker of blood, the killer of innocents, I am Vampire!..as are you now" the Vampire said matter-of-factly as he smirked at Thallius. Thallius suddenly felt sick. He remembered drinking the Elf maidens blood, draining her of her life force and ultimately her life ebbed and faltered. He did not know how he did it, for it did not seem odd or out of the normal, actuially it felt natural. "Curse you" Thallius screamed his words being silenced and swallowed up by the darkness around them. "it was you who killed my father, it was you who slayed my kin and burned my village, and it was you that turned me into...this!" Thallius continued to shout. Mittero laughed deep and looked thallu=ius in the eyes. "embrace who you are now boy, I have made you stronger, faster and a more efficient killer, gone are the days of fumbling with clumsy swords and armour. I have big plans for you young Thallius" Thallius's head spun he would rather die a thousand deaths than have to feed off the blood of the living. Thallius stood and balled his hands into tight fists and sprung at Mittero, swing wildly as his rage overflowed, replacing his fear. Each blow was blocked effortlesly, and what wasn't blocked fell short as mitter seemed to stand motionless in front of Thallius. Still Thallius raged at the other Vampire but his attack was pointless and ineffective. The in the blink of an eye Mittero struck Thallius, landing a sharb blow on his sturnum and sending him flying through the air and landing hard on his side, breathing hard and gasping for breath. Mittero laughed. "you have no need to breathe fool, your lungs are usless now, as your heart now ceases to beat, accept when hunger strikes or youre feeding. The older Vampire laughed at Thallius's niavete. "Get up, and look, your maiden has gone, and so has her lover. Did you not notice that he still lived, did you not hear his heart, smell his lifes breath, however so faint?, It seems that you now have an enemy young Thallius, and Im not talking about me........
****END of Memmory****

Thallius shook of the memmory, and continued to glare at Mittero. It was the Elf maidens lover who sought him, pursuing him over Middle earth and further. Thallius had learned his name, Glingal it was, and he was near, he could feel it. Thallius turned to Mittero and Ungo, Lets get to work. The three ran off in differant directions, Thallius choosing the guard house to start his reign of terror. silently he slid into the guard house, unnoticed by the drowsy captian sditting behind a desk. Thallius stepped up behind him and placed his hand on the mans shoulder. The captian of the guard started and turned to see who had touched his shoulder. When he turned there was nothing there. All he found was a cryptic symbol, scrolled on the wall in blood. The captian stood, swooned and passed out, as his heart momentairly failed him in fear....

[Elfarmari]

WIthout waiting to see if any dared follow, Glingal saddeled his horse and let him to the kitchens. After convincing the cooks to spare him enough food, he rode off quickly.
That evening, he finally found the trail of the vampires, and began to gain on them. . .

[Arathin]

As Thallius slid out of the guard's house, Mittero appeared behind him. Mittero's hand slid caressingly over Thallius' cheek. "Very well done, my beautiful young one. You have learned much since that night long ago." Thallius gerked away from Mittero. "Get away from me, Mittero." Thallius snarled. Mittero merely smirked at his young apprentace. "You have learned much since I created you, but remember that night's lesson. You recall the one. Beware my wrath, young one. I am still stronger and can still destroy you." Mittero was gone as quickly as he had appeared. Thallius was left to remember that night long ago.
****Thallius' memory****
Mittero started to walk away from Thallius. After a few moments he turned, "Come quickly, young one!" He barked. "We return to my dwelling place." Thallius glared at Mittero a few moments, but followed. This old killer might teach me something, he thought to himself. "Yes," smiled Mittero reading Thallius' thoughts. "I have much to teach you, and you will learn. First, you must leave no survivor unless you turn them. Hense I turned you and destoried your whole village. You are mine now, and will be for eternity." The old vampire grinned caninely. Thallius continued to glare at the vampire that so tormented him, but now seemed his only chance. Thallius felt his pure venom and bitterness toward his tutor, and felt completely discusted at what he knew he must say now. There is only one way, Thallius reasoned, to destroy this ancient killer. That is to bid my time and learn all he has to teach me. Then, maybe in a few thousand years, I will be the master. I will be his tormentor. "Very well, you ancient blood-drinker, teach me to murder and torture." Mittero turned on Thallius and threw him twenty feet with one sweep of his arm at the young one's chest. "Don't you ever call what we do murder or torture, you foolish nimph." Mittero's voice was low and dripped with malice. Thallius shrank back. "You will learn, young one, but you will never become stronger than I. You are too much my younger and will be forever. Now come. The sun rises." Mittero then pushed the young one before him and directed him to a small palace built in a mountain that was Mittero's.

[Rasec]

As Glingal rode his horse away from Edoras, Cesar was observing him by the window. Then Búrun spoke.
- What a strange elf! He did not even tell us his name! Have you ever seen him before, Rasec?
- Yes, for sure. His name is Glingal. He likes to be mysterious and fast. But that does not really matter now. He has helped us with some more information, has he not? What I want now is that you Phenix and Oren leave as well. Come! - exclaimed Rasec. - Let us take your horses. I will go with you to the stable, for I have somethings to tell you before you leave.
The three companions went to the stable and Rasec gave Phenix and Oren some advices and appointed them some tasks. The others waited in the Great Hall of Edoras, but Rasec was back very soon, and the council restarted.
- Now three companions are are gone to save us. - said Rasec. - We do not know when we will see Glingal again, but the other two are going to meet us in the middle of our way to Mordor. Yes, friends, we are heading to Mordor soon. That is what I decided this night. We could be moving tomorrow or the day after. What do you think of it?
- You will be doing the right thing, Elf-Human! - said Éomer. - If everything elf Glingal said is true, then you need to move fast. It is a pity that I cannot follow you in this journey, my friend, but you will have people of my trust going with you.
- Thank you, majesty. - answered Rasec. - We have here ten companions already, but actually three of them are ill, and they will not be able to follow us. Therefore we have seven. Give us more three to replace the ones who are ill and I will be pleased at all.
- As you wish, dear friend. - answered Éomer.

[roguelion]

Thallius stealithy steps through the servants entrance in the back of a large dwelling. As he enters he sees a woman washing some fabric in a tub. she grumbles as she scrubs "Scrub them yourself......Ill scrub you..you!!" Thallius stands silently and lets the evil within him creep out until all is silent. The maid turns and looks upon Thallius, lets out a scream then faints, her head falling into her wash water. Thallius leaves the room and goes up the stairs. He finds the house quite as everyone sleeps. He enters the master bedroom. Two forms lay sleeping in a large bed, the male snoring loudly. "Ill silence his snore, then Ill silence his voice. Thallius strikes, silently falling upon the man and draining him of blood. He stops just before the man stops breathing, leaving just a little of his life in him. Then he leans over to the woman and whispers into her ear. "Awake m'Lady, and see what your sin has brought you" She stirs and mumbles in her 1/2 sleep state. Thallius taking joy in this endeavour speaks again. "M'Lady, your husband is near death, awake and behold his death mask". She sits bolt upright in bead and looks to her husband who now lies in a pool of his own warm blood. She sees the dark form leave the house via the open window. Her screams echo through the house and then through the city..

[Rasec]

- What is there to be be decided yet, Rasec? - asked Búrun.
- Not so much, Búrun, my friend. We shall leave soon. - answered Rasec, trying to be kind. - I must ask you something: where do you think the Evil will attack first? For it is there I must head you.
Nobody answered. The hall was as silent as the night. The wind from outside could be heard inside, but suddenly something broke the sound of the wind. They all looked at each other. Rasec was had no doubt about what that was. "Elgòfir!" - exclaimed he. Then he ran to the window and spread his arm straight, so the white falcon could land on it. After it landed, been watched by all his companions, Rasec talked mentally to his animal.
- Great news, companions. - said he, after talking to Elgòfir. - Or should I say terrible? What I now know is that the Evil has given its first step. Elgòfir saw two of them leaving Mordor and heading themselves to the west. The falcon does not know where it exactly is, for they can hide easily in their way. Nevertheless, we must hurry. Be prepared, friends. Our journey shall begin tomorrow... as early as the dawn.

[Elfarmari]

The scream caused Glingal to halt in his tracks momentarily. The vampire and his cohorts had arrived before him. They must not strike again, at least not without a fight. The council was a waste of time; there is no use trying to warn those idiots of evil in their midst, they will simply set out for Mordor in an attempt to destroy the mastermind, leaving their defenseless people to deal with the Dark Lord's minions. Why didn't they see that there was more than one mind behind this? The new evil that had arisen did not emenate from a single source; this was no Sauron directing blind slaves. Even if the Mouth of Sauron was destroyed, evil would not be vanquished. Vampires, Werewolves, and evil corsairs would still destroy all they could. Morgoth be cursed! His malice will endure until the end of Arda. Always will there be some who harken to his teachings. Even the Valar, should they come in power to Middle Earth, could not destroy all the remnants of evil; their source was not in Arda, but shut out in the Void, still wielding power. Why did Eru allow there to be such evil? And if there must be evil, why create innocent lives for it to snuff out?

Such questions could not be answered. Glingal immediately struck out on a path which would lead him to his enemy before he could strike again. It would be best to confront the vampires when they were full of fresh blood, when they would not be strengthened by their blood lust.

The distance between them seemed as nothing to the tireless elf, and before long he had found fresh tracks, which appeared to be tinted with blood in his mind. His centuries of pursuit allowed him to recognize his enemy. Now to get ahead and wait. . . .

[YayGollum]

*after gathering the remnants of evil in the courtyard, Bugburz slinks back to the Mouth of Sauron's chamber, but meets him on the stairs and nervously, but grudgingly bows* "Your subjects await, my Lord." *quickly runs back to the rest, silently cursing the human he has to take orders from*

[Turgon]

Serewing stood upon a balcony overlooking the stained stones of the courtyard, gazing down on the dark figure below him. Hamann the thief stood at his side gazing off into the west, a discontented frown playing across his face.

'Look how he lords it over his troop of petty Uruks...' The Corsair sneered.

The thief looked down with a disinterested gaze upon the Mouth of Sauron - busy arming himself for his forthcoming journey; he had grown tired of Serewing's rhetoric. The Corsair had not told him of his meeting with the Dark Lord, and Hamann could not understand this bitterness towards their new master. The Corsair however was livid at his treatment. To think that he, Sorontil Serewing, should be set upon like a beggar at the gate. He fingered the hilt of the long dagger worn upon his hip - how easy it would be to go down there and thrust it through that charlatan's ribs. Now his black-souled bodyguards had departed, the Mouth of Sauron was easy prey. And yet without him what chance did they have against the might of the West? No - it would be foolish to make a play for power now; better to wait until victory was at hand. He had allies, that hulking brute of an Uruk-hai had shown him that... his time would come. Until then he would play the dutiful servant.

'Hola!' He yelled to the dark figure below. 'Are you leaving us so soon? What, pray tell, are we to do your absence? Hamann here yearns for some entertainment... and I must confess that I grow weary too. Perchance you need some guards upon the road? One never knows when a blade may strike from the darkness...'

[Arathin]

Mittero, after slipping off from Thallius, let himself into a silent house. He silently slid through the house, one with the shadows. Arriving at the vast master bedroom, he wandered over to the man's side. As he was about to strike, he heard the man stir and begin to wake. Mittero grinned. Perfect, he thought. Just before the man woke, he sank his teeth into the man's neck and drank till he had lost almost all his blood, but would live for a few hours still. He, unlike the young one, had this art perfected to it utmost degree. Mittero knew that the man would die in exactly four hours. Thallius couldn't do that yet. Mittero hissed in the man's wife's ear. "Awake, awake. Thy husband shall die in four hours. Do not waste thy time. Bring him to thy Faramir. Let him die in mid-story." The woman awoke with a start as Mittero slipped from the window and the screams began from Thallius' kill. Wonderful, Mittero thought. He then caught a strang scent. Elf... Glingal. Mittero sneered and followed the scent. The elf never knew he was behind him as Mittero slid from shadow to shadow. Mittero wouldn't let this elf kill Thallius ... not yet at any rate. Mittero still had need of Thallius. The very reason that Mittero had taken Thallius from his village's distruction had not yet be attained. Mittero still had work for Thallius to do before he was disposed of...

[chrysophalax]

Having felt Serewing's eyes upon him, the dark lord turned and smiled up at two men who would become an integral part in his plans, hate them though he did. He beckoned to them to join him and he caleed the Bugburz, who scuttled over. "Bring the humans horses. We ride now through the pass at Cirith Ungol. Send someone useless to tell Shelob, will you?" As Bugburz run off on his errand, the tall Uruk came into view in full armour and carrying a wicked-looking sword that would've given a Mumak pause.

The Mouth of Sauron mounted his horse smoothly, stroking the silky mane absently. The animal had been one of the few things here that had pleased him and he was inordinately proud of it. As Serewing and Hamann approached, he said, "Entertainment? Aye, and of a sort rarely seen in this Age of the world, my good Hamann! It was always my intention that you both join me in this venture, for then you shall see truly that I am not the "charlatan" you would think me." Serewing jerked his head around sharply at his words and the dark lord grinned condescendingly. "Ah! Your mounts, my friends. Now let us ride far and fast. I sense that our comrades who have preceded us may not be having the easiest time of it."

[Rasec]

And so it happened. The next sunny day came, and everyone was ready, or at least it seemed so. As the Sun came up, the riders left Edoras, bidding farewell of King Éomer.
- Farewell, dear Éomer. - said Rasec. - Our paths may cross once again. We shall never forget your hospitality.
Having said it, Rasec turned his horse and summoned the nine companions to follow him, and so they rode, with triumph running through their veins, and their noble faces shone under the bright Sun. They rode to east all that day, without stopping for food or rest.

[Elfarmari]

Glingal heard the second scream shatter the seeming tranquility of the woods. A grim smile creased his stern features: he had guessed correctly. Each vampire had claimed a victim, but only one. They were bent on terror, not slaughter.
He now had an advantage on them. Vampires fought most fiercely when they are hungry for blood; it is best to encounter them after a 'meal'. While he might thwart some of their evil intent by visiting the town, that would mean allowing the vampire a head start, leading to more innocent victims. Consoling grief could wait. Traveling silently, he began to grow wary, stopping frequently to listen to the ground or check broken twigs. He was drawing close.

[YayGollum]

*after telling Ghaztakh that the Mouth of Sauron told him to get horses for the humans, he stood in the shadows of the entrance to the courtyard, looking at each of the remnants of evil, trying to decide who he'd send to Shelob, he remembered the vampires and the werewolf first, wished they hadn't left, he looked at the humans next, but decided that they were too valuable to the New Boss, he focused on the Uruk-Hai for a while because he hated that thing the most, but it had seemed that the New Boss wanted him around for some reason, he finally made up his mind that he definitely didn't want to die, so he followed Ghaztakh, apparantly to help with the remaining horses* "The New Boss says you have to scout the pass of Cirith Ungol. Those vampires and that werewolf have probably stirred the humans up by now and we'll have to watch out for them. I wanted to send the uruk!" *fights the strong horses with Ghaztakh back to the courtyard and sends the other orc off on the errand, then hides in the shadows again, awaiting the word to move out*

[Ice Man]

Riding besides Serewing, Hamann couldn't ignore the tension he had felt between the corsair and MoS. Not that hamann was actually worried, he just didn't want to get himself caught in the middle of any trouble between Serewing and MoS.

[roguelion]

Thallius skulked through house after house, spreading fear and enjoying his mission. The screams of the ladies as they discovered their husbands dead or nead death echoed all around him. He traced the ancient rune into the floor and left. His job done he spead back to the clearing and pulled up his hood as the sun started to rise. "Mittero, Ungo..are you here?"

[Arathin]

Mittero stepped from the shadows, delicately licking a few drops of blood from his chin. He was greatly enjoying the screams of terror and fear that echoed through the city. "Yes, young one, I am here. As if you should ask. I don't know if you have noticed or not, but your *old* friend, Glingal, is here. You remember, that elflord, whose lady was thy first meal?" Mittero's voice held a teasing componant in it with this comment to the young Thallius.

[Goldberry344]

Ghaztakh mutters a bit about being sent to see Shelob. Always shend her on the dangerous journeys. no one els would see Shelob. The she quiteted down and began to walk to the path of Cirith Ungol

[Galdor]

The vampires had already been in the clearing for a short amount of time when a massive wolf entered the clearing, blood dripping from its mouth. "I all but destroyed a few flock of cattle and sheep like you asked, but tonight I will terrorize the humans directly as you have already done." With that Ungo sifted back into a man, wiped the blood from his face. And then waited for the vampires to tell him what they had planned for the day.

[Arathin]

Mittero sneered. "Don't be a fool, Ungo. Your time to shine amount the mortal humans will come. We mustn't be hasty now. Some of the men tonight have lived for a few hours longer than usual to spread their tale of terror amoung the populous. That is something only a well-desiplined vampire can do, but I must say you have done a marvelous job. Much more than one usually expects from an werewolf. You seem to have amazing self-control over your gift." Mittero smirked and turned his back to Ungo and Thallius. "There is a cavern up this way that we can stay in. We don't have to worry about the people finding us, not yet at least. Right now our greatest worry is your elven friend." Mittero half snarled and half sneered as he said friend with special enphisious, then led the way to the caverns deep in the woods.

[Galdor]

Ungo glared murderously at Mittero, "Watch your tongue vampire, I am more powerful then you could ever imagine, and if the MoS had not commanded us to corporate with each other then I would slay thee right now, and don't think I couldn't. And why do you two fear a little Elf so much?" he sneered, "I myself have slain more Elven warriors then you could count. But let us put aside our quarrels until after the MoS's plans have come into being. "The vampires and the werewolf continued on towards the caverns.

[Rasec]

The next day, the riders were calmer, for they thought they would never arrive there riding so fast and tiring themselves. Though Rasec was not worried about that. He was thinking about something he had seen some hours ago. He had looked up to the sky, far away, and had viewed a shadow in the east, in the shape of a dark cloud, darker than he imagined it could be. He got disturbed. "The Evil is spreading terror in the east of Gondor. The shadows are been spread with dark clouds. There will be a storm soon". Then Rasec stopped his horse and told his companions about the dark clouds. Some of them looked really worried, but some did not even pay attention.
- We indeed need to go faster. - said Rasec. - For we should not allow our people to be in terror. Let us strike the Evil, companions! I have decided that I shall go ahead, faster than anyone here, and I will possibly join Glingal before the dawn. Come after me and do not spread yourselves. It may rain soon, so be aware!
Then the Elf-Human rode ahead, turning his white horse strongly. "I am coming, fool Evil!" - he whispered to himself.

[Arathin]

Mittero whirled on Ungo. "This elven warrior, you fool, actually knows how to kill a vampire. No werewolf ever killed a vampire because you can not. You don't know how to kill us. Rip our throws out!" Mittero revealed his throat to the werewolf. "Go ahead it will do you know good. I will still live. No matter what you do I will live, but this elf knows things. He knows our few weaknesses." Mittero turned and stalked off to the caverns. Upon entering, he continued to walk deep into the cave so that the sun would not hit him. After about an hour in the caverns, Mittero stopped abruptly and lay down. He promptly fell asleep, or at least look thus.

[Elfarmari]

Hearing the continuing screams, Glingal quietly cursed himself for misjudging the vampires. He should have known! They were bent on mass terror now, not secret, widespread alarm. Finding the trail of the werewolf, he followed it to where he and the vampires had met. Knowing he was no match for two vampires and a werewolf together, he decided to do some terror of his own. He was not seeking to kill them as yet, just to confirm their fears that Glingal was following them.

Mittero suddenly noticed an arrow sprouting from his leg. Ungo found an arrow in his right arm, and Thallius in his left shoulder. Before anything else could happen, Glingal was gone.

[Arathin]

Mittero stood up in alarm, leaving the arrow lodged in his thigh. "Glingal." He hissed quietly. "Don't bother." He snapped as Ungo went out to catch the elf. "He is long gone." Mittero yanked the arrow from his leg and lays back down. The only reminder of the arrow is the slight tear in his pants. He closes his eyes. "He won't be back today, but tonight might be another matter." Mittero drifted off to sleep.

[Rasec]

The next day, Rasec was riding through the city of Ithilien. He found a stable and left his horse with a man who looked trusty. Then he started looking for Glingal. It was not difficult to find him, for Rasec's eyes could see far away and could easily differ someone in a crowd. There he saw Glingal, walking fast, with his mysterious face under his cloak. The Elf-Human swiftly walked towards him and followed him until an old lodging. There he entered and Rasec went behind him. Glingal stopped near the stairs and Rasec whispered some words near his ear.
- It seems like this elf can be easily chased without perceiving it.
With this, he turned to Rasec and gave him a small smile.
- I long ago knew you were chasing me, Elf-Human! - said Glingal. - For you cannot walk as silently as elves.
- I can - answered Rasec. - And you did not notice me. Otherwise you would not enter the lodging in which you are dwelling.
- Correct - he admitted. - But now tell me: where are the others?
- They are soon arriving. I came faster to meet you and make sure everything is under control.
- Indeed it is. Now get a room for you.
Rasec asked for a room near Glingal's. He got the keys and went upstairs with the elf.
- There is much I need to tell you - said Glingal. - Although you need to rest. Go then and meet me at my room when you feel better.
- I do not need to rest. I want to know everything now. Come.
They entered Glingal's room and sat around a table. The elf told Rasec about the situation of the city and about the vampires and the werewolf. Then he dropped a paper on the table and they made a plan. A really intelligent plan.

[Rasec]

OOC: As I did not find the Discussion Thread of this RP I will post the news here.

YayGollum has decided that this RP will be stopped for a while. At least for this time of commemoration. As I see, everything is ALREADY stopped, but we will definitely stop it until January the 3rd. I hope that from this day, everyone is able to post here again, for we must get this thing rolling!!!

See you soon,
'Rasec - by the request of YayGollum.

[ms Greenleaf]

Charmiana had been searching for that handsome young elf Mablung for quite some time... and she had found him... although she had only known him for a few hours she had fallen deeply and desperatly in love and all those things she as a mortal had read about...

CHarmiana was a tall girl who looked as if she had a little elvish in her. Unfortunetly she was a bit imaginative... it came from having an evil side. She had hidden her gory sence of humor by pretending to be a ditzy dreamy romantic "normal girl" This was really just one of her attempts to mimick the other girls who had all remarked on the beauty of that elf.

[Mablung]

A group of 5 rode into town with their leader on a white steed. They had followed some reports of a group of orcs terrorizing the region and had come to investigate. They rode to the Inn where Glingal and Rasec were staying then checked themselves in. They got two large rooms between them and the four humans that joined Finlaris went into the common room and began ordering drinks in anticipation of battle the next day. They enchanted the women with tales of their past exploits. In the corner though their leader sat wondering about the Orcs since there had been few signs of attack on people and not the normal sort of evidence that Orcs left behind. He sat puzzled for awhile and turned it over in his mind. He wondered if just maybe he had stumbled upon something worse than Orcs as he had a few times in the past. Whatever it was he vowed to lift the evil plaguing the town.

[ms Greenleaf]

There was that handsome elf...now how had the other girls doneit...oh yes they had waggled their hips and giggled alot...errrrr giggiling she HATED giggling...Charmiana tried to walk that way and failed miserably...then she thought maybe I can pretend to be an evil vampire seductress...hmmm Charmiana began walking with the grace of a cat her hips even moved appropriatly...
"Hey there...I have been looking for you.." she tried to giggle but she sounded like a goose so she stopped.

[LadyDernhelm]

Gladaelyr the Fair stepped cautiously into the common room of the inn. It was darkly lit, and several men who looked as though they had been long in the wild sat around the tables, speaking animatedly with the women of the village. Lyr moved quietly to a table in the corner and sat, her expressive eyes lowered to the table in front of her.

She wished for a moment, wistfully, to join the merriment proceeding at the opposite table, but stopped herself. She had never been especially outgoing.

She was waiting now for a friend, Hyldran - a village man who had promised to meet her there. He was long in coming, and she began to wonder where he was.

OOC: Okay, anyone can come up now...*hint hint*...

[Arathin]

Mittero didn't get much sleep after Glingal's warning that he was following them. He paced the cave with an unnerving quickness as his thoughts raced even faster than he did across the floor.

[Mablung]

Finlaris decided to let the issue of his work go and enjoy himself as his companions were doing. His eye was caught by Charmiana and he watched her in amusement then laughed as she tried to wiggle her hips and giggle. He quickly apologized and offered her a seat asking her to try and relax.

[Elfarmari]

Why were these men so dense? After once again failing to convince Rasec of the imminent danger, Glingal fled the inn in exasperation. If none of these men could see that spying and trying to 'contain' the new Dark Lord's minions was ultimately useless, how could he hope for victory? Nevertheless, Glingal did hope. He plunged back into the forest, hoping to keep the vampires wary and cautious with his warnings. The day would come. He knew, with the knowledge of foresight, that one day he would revenge his wife. One day the vampires would pay with their lives. One day two of those sharpened stakes in his quiver would pierce the hearts of Gilmîriel's murderers. In the meantime, he would track them, foiling them where he could, unnerving them by his persistence. If the Mouth of Sauron sent any other servants this way, they would be hard pressed to avoid an arrow to the heart.

[ms Greenleaf]

The elf man asked me to sit...what do I do one side of CHarminaa asked the other said sit you donkey... so she sat rather awkwardly.

[Mablung]

He found the Elf very pretty and tried to get her to lighten up. "Well you still seem tense try to relax this isnt some place you should be worried about anything. Anyway lets start with the basics whats your name."

[ms Greenleaf]

"Hi she said shyly...well I am a human not an elf and I am from Gondor...originally anyways my name is Charmiana." Wow said the one side he seems nice...yah said the other nice and good and boring.

[Mablung]

"My aplogies on the Race thing I was simply mistaken by the beauty. Anyway I am Finlaris from Lothlorien. I with Vim, Nim, Yim, and Lim over there hunt down whatever evil is left within these lands. We tracked some rumors of such things here. But I vowed I wouldn't do any work tonight especially when I have such pleasent company. What is it you do?"

[LadyDernhelm]

Gladaelyr watched enviously as Charmiana chatted easily with Finlaris. Hyldran had still not arrived, and she felt a sick feeling within her.

She bowed her head and tried vainly to keep a single tear from slipping down her porcelain-white cheek.

[ms Greenleaf]

"Do you mean what do I do as a job? I hhave none.... well I do not do nothing mind you I read alot and I practise with knives I am very good you know...almost deadly you might say. I do love reading GOry --- I mean adventure stories are the best." This conversation was making her relax more and she found this man interesting...yes interesting to see how fast you could kill him eh one side chuckled.

[Mablung]

Finlaris was thrown off balance a bit by the small showing of her darker side. "Town girl then? I suppose you've probably never made it outside of here have you?"

[Arathin]

Mittero had been unable to content himself with the cave, young vampyre, and werewolf for company, so he had left. Keeping his thick black cloak tightly around him, the old vampyre walked into the bar in which Finlaris and his men were in. He just heard the last comment the elf had made upon entering, and decided to discretely listen in. Mittero took a seat at a dark corner table within easy sight of the elf and his young companion. Her beauty was stricking even to the old vampyre. Ordering a glass of water, Mittero sat listening intently to every word spoken and unspoken with his sharp ears. The girl has a very interesting "dark" side to her. That might be useful to me later, especially if she gets close to this elven-hunter. He leaned back in against the wall, keeping his hood over his face, and grinned caninally.