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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 23, 2014 2:17:21 GMT -5
 Lord Sauron of Mordor and Barad-dum charged his way through his dark and evil fortress, untouchable by man, dwarf or elf. Sauron was known by many names. Originally he was Mairon the Admirable. His many guises were Annatar, Artano, and Aulendil, but he was known as Sauron in this form. He was once a Lieutenant of Melkor, or Morgoth, the original Dark Lord. Upon his Master's defeat at the hand of the Host of Valinor, he took the reigns, and continued his master's conquest of Middle Earth. .jpg) At this moment, he wished to consult with his 9 Nazgul. The Nazgul were originally Kings of Men, and were given the gifts of rings. The rings boosted their power greatly, but turned them to the dark path. The Path of Sauron. Now they were some of the most powerful creatures of Middle-Earth. He walked into his war room, and the Nine were at the table already. Sauron sat his giant frame on his throne, and nodded, notifying that the Nazgul were now able to be seated. "My loyal servants, how goes this conquest."The Witch-King of Angmar, the ruler of the Nazgul, personally spoke on behalf of his brethren. The conquest itself had progressed well, the Dwarves, Elves and Men were being repelled at every angle. But the troubling news was that Sauron was still not able to converse with the Dwarves of Moria. Their Ambassador strongly wished not to speak to the Dark Lord, and Sauron could sense that the being was a Maiar, like Sauron himself, if weak. "My lord, the Kingdoms of Rohan and Lothlorien have been repelled, and the Dwarves of Moria still remain silent."
Orofarne, better known a Gathol to the Dwarves was following her king, Durin III to meet an old friend. Her position in the Dwarves of Moria was simple, advisor and ambassador. Her robes were grey as stone, and her staff seemed to shine of mithril. Her body was resemblant of a young Elven lady, complete with pointy ears, and long, golden blonde hair. Even though not many dwarves were fond of Elves, they trusted their lady Gathol with their lives. She had promised herself to serve the line of Durin so long as it remained. She took this oath to Durin the Deathless, and has been serving that line ever since. For as long as any dwarf can remember, Gathol had been by the side of Durin. For a moment she wondered who would be taking the secret entrance to Khazad-dûm. Upon the opening of the door, she immediately recognized the dwarf that walked through. It was Thaddock! She had not seen Thaddock in many moons, and she longed for news of outside. Not that she could not walk out of Moria, but she always remained at Durin's side. If she left, he would be susceptible to a magical attack. That, and he valued her counsel very much. "Ah, Thaddock. Welcome back to Khazad-dûm. Hasn't changed a single bit." It had been a wonder that Thaddock made it to Moria, the roads were crawling with Orcs, sent by Dark Lord Sauron himself. The War would reach a head soon, and the Men of Rohan and Gondor, Elves of Lorien, Rivendell and Greenwood, and the Dwarves of Khazad-dûm would have to join forces and attack Mordor. She had not heard from the other Wizards, but they were almost sure to assist in the attack on Mordor. They would of course be attacking one of their own. Sauron, or as he was known back in the past, Mairon the Admirable. There was nothing left of him that was admirable. Just a Dark Lord. Melkor's mind had twisted his own, and it was wrong for a Ainur to seek more power. ((Hey guys, the rotation will be Thorin Oakenshield, Unit 894, Stelpher, and Urukdragen.)) |
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Post by unit894 on Jan 23, 2014 6:42:25 GMT -5
The Executioner stood behind his chair, waiting silently for his lord to arrive. His loyalty to Sauron was without fault, and when he had received the summons, he returned to Mordor as fast as his Fell Beats would allow him. Although he would not, could not even consider disobeying the Dark Lord, The Executioner's thirst for battle had returned. The Executioner had been pushing north from Harad, bringing the forces of the Serpent Lord bearing down upon the white stoned cities of Gondor. Many centuries ago, The Executioner had held a different name, though he did not know this now. He did know that the brute force of the Mumakil would be able to crush the pathetic wooden houses of the Rohan. If the Executioner could smile, he would have done. Corsairs and Haradrim run ruin in Gondor, the legions of Mordor burn the forests of the elves, and the golden soldiers of the far east march upon the barbaric horse-lords. When Sauron entered, The Executioner bowed his head respectfully, and took his seat. He remained silent as the Witch King gave reports on Rohan, Lothlorien and the Dwarves of Moria. His brothers also gave more specific reports of their actions. Eventually, It came to The Executioner. As the chosen warlord of the entire Gondor campaign, The Executioner explained the his successes. His voice boomed deep and hoarse from the recesses of his robes. "The Gondor forces have retreated once more, my lord. They now his in the garrison at Osgiliath. I have heard reports of them preparing for a siege at Minas Tirith, but my Hasharim assassins have already infiltrated the city. They will strike down their king at a word from you. I have called for a fleet of Corsairs from Umbar. With an assault on Osgiliath from both land and sea, we will take the city in a matter of days." -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thaddock hummed tunelessly to himself as he wandered around the lake, to the door only Dwarves knew about. He stopped in front of a wall of rock no different from the other walls of rock around him. Thaddock refilled his pipe, and pulled his axe from his belt. He tapped against the rock with the haft of his axe, and the door appeared to him in glowing white lines.  Thaddock puffed on his pipe cheerfully as he examined the door. He muttered to himself as he read the inscription. "Speak friend and enter...hmmm....oh well that's easy. Melloch!" The wall suddenly opened, even though no crack was visible to Thaddock's examination. He hitched his pack into a more comfortable spot on his shoulder, and marched into the great Dwarf Keep. He was greeted by a wall of royal guard, resplendent in mithril and gold, mighty axes ready to swing. Thaddock stood in front of them, smoking silently. Suddenly, he pulled his lute from his back and strummed the strings. "You lads got request?" He was greeted with a stony response, but a deep, bellowing laughter erupted from behind. The King of the Dwarves, Durin III shoved his way past his guard as Thaddock dropped to his knees. "Thaddock my lad! I hope you have some news of the outside world for me?!?" "I do my king, and none of it good" |
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 24, 2014 5:12:33 GMT -5
The Deathless stood behind his chair, waiting for the Dark Lord to enter the room. He had received the call as all the nine had, and had made it here as swiftly as possible. He had known the final battle would soon be approaching, and he assumed this meeting would put it all in motion. He was ready, if not eager, to watch as the kingdoms of Middle Earth breathed their last breaths while the legions of Morder marched towards them. He felt the dark presence of Sauron approaching.
The Dark Lord entered the room, sitting on his throne and signalling the Nine to sit as well. The Deathless waited for all the others to take their seats before he took his own.
"My loyal servants, how goes this conquest."
He listened as all the others gave their reports, giving his in turn. Nothing that wasn't already general knowledge. Updates about the Men of the East, the orcs and the and the rest of Middle Earth.
He concluded his report with:
"The resistance in Minas Ithil continues to wither, while the Forces of Morder gather on the plateau of Gorgoroth. They await your final order My Lord." His voice heard all around the room, while remaining no louder than a whisper.
After he waited and watched as the remaining Nazgul gave their reports, informing of other lands around Morder, of both allies and enemies. As the final Nazgul finished speaking, they all turned to Sauron, awaiting his next orders.
(Thought i'd post now, so not to hold up the thread, will make another character when possible. Hope you enjoy.)
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 25, 2014 19:43:09 GMT -5
Lord Sauron was pleased with the results of his Nazgul's campaign. Soon, the armies of the "Free People" would be crushed under his might. Of course the Ringwraiths would be eager to hear their orders, perhaps the Deathless would be displeased that he was to be giving up his campaign.
"The Gondor forces have retreated once more, my lord. They now his in the garrison at Osgiliath. I have heard reports of them preparing for a siege at Minas Tirith, but my Hasharim assassins have already infiltrated the city. They will strike down their king at a word from you. I have called for a fleet of Corsairs from Umbar. With an assault on Osgiliath from both land and sea, we will take the city in a matter of days."
"This is most pleasing, my loyal servant. I would not advise attacking their King until the forces of Minas Tirith have been distracted by either the attack on Osgiliath, or perhaps after the battle has been won, reinforcing your forces and advancing onto Minas Tirith itself."
"The resistance in Minas Ithil continues to wither, while the Forces of Morder gather on the plateau of Gorgoroth. They await your final order My Lord."
"You will not be leading my forces in battle, Nazgul. The Witch-King of Angmar will assume your duties, as I have a special task of you. We will speak of it after this meeting. Meet with me at the Balcony of Barad-dur. As for the rest of you, return to your duties."
Lord Sauron rose from his throne, and walked through the endless halls of Barad-dur until he reached the balcony of which he spoke. He waited for a small amount of time, until the Deathless, previously known, only to Sauron, as Alderond Ethrule, Variag King of Khand. Sauron looked at his ring for some time, and finally spoke to Deathless.
"Deathless. Your task is to accompany me alone to the Dwarvish fortress of Khazad-dum. The King there has not been cooperative to the scouts I have sent there. He cannot deny the audience of Lord Sauron. But beware, they have a Maiar there."
Durin the Fourth of Moria had been hunting, a sport he enjoyed very much. Although there was not much safety in leaving Moria at the closing days of the Second Age. The roads were filled with Orcs, and each time Durin left, the more danger he was in. He came across a wounded Elf-lady, she whom had an arrow in her leg. By the looks of it, Durin estimated she had only been there a few minutes. As he approached, so did the Orcs that sent the arrow into her.
Durin had his axe raised, and was swinging it into Orc flesh, eliminating them. Even if the woman was an elf, it was his duty as a good person to assist her, and kill some orcs while he was at it. The woman couldn't walk, and so he was forced to pick the woman up, which was a bit difficult, because of his dwarven frame. He carried her as far as he could, to the secret passage into Moria. As he bounded towards it, he shouted "Melloch" at the door, and it opened. There, he saw Thaddock, his father, and Gathol.
"No time to explain!"
He ran past them, and took her to the healers of the Dwarves. Durin laid the elf on the stone table, and stood next to her, and let the Dwarves take care of her.
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Post by unit894 on Jan 26, 2014 18:18:42 GMT -5
"This is most pleasing, my loyal servant. I would not advise attacking their King until the forces of Minas Tirith have been distracted by either the attack on Osgiliath, or perhaps after the battle has been won, reinforcing your forces and advancing onto Minas Tirith itself."
The Executioner nodded, glad the Dark Lord was satisfied with his progress. He sat silently through the rest of the meeting, awaiting the ending so he could return to his troops. He had faith in the human generals he had left in charge, but The Executioner had been waiting for the assault on Osgiliath for a very long time. Nothing was going to stop him form leading the charge into the fabled white city. He intended to sacrifice the corsairs; by making sure they attack first, all the soldiers guarding the city will be drawn inwards to protect the port form the pirate fleet. During the distraction, The Executioner would charge in with light Haradrim cavalry, with heavier Serpent Riders behind. They would be within the city within seconds, and could keep a doorway open for the infantry to flood the city and overrun it. Many would die, but victory was assured.
"You will not be leading my forces in battle, Nazgul. The Witch-King of Angmar will assume your duties, as I have a special task of you. We will speak of it after this meeting. Meet with me at the Balcony of Barad-dur. As for the rest of you, return to your duties."
The Executioner held little interest in what Sauron wanted with The Deathless, his attention was solely on getting back to his army as soon as possible. With a curt bow to Sauron, the huge figure strode from the room straight to his fell beast, setting off immediately for Gondor.
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"Ah, Thaddock. Welcome back to Khazad-dûm. Hasn't changed a single bit."
Thaddock nodded his head respectfully. "Glad to hear it my lady"
Both Durin III and Thaddock watched as the king's son sprinted past them, with what appeared to be an elf with an arrow in it slung over his shoulders.
"No time to explain!"
Both the dwarves stood with their mouths open in astonishment for a while, until Faddock regained his posture.
"I know bugger all about that, however"
Durin III burst out laughing, and slapped Thaddock on the back.
"Come lad! We shall discuss this more in private"
The great Dwarven king led Thaddock and Gathol back to his private audience chamber, eager to learn of the preogress of the war outside.
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Post by Stelpher on Jan 26, 2014 23:47:16 GMT -5
The Deathless was asked to meet with the Dark Lord after the meeting, and so he was moving towards the balcony of Barad-dur the minute he left his seat. He arrived shortly after, and bowed deeply in the presence of his Lord.
"How may i be of service, my lord?" He asked, in his usual wispy voice.
"Deathless. Your task is to accompany me alone to the Dwarvish fortress of Khazad-dum. The King there has not been cooperative to the scouts I have sent there. He cannot deny the audience of Lord Sauron. But beware, they have a Maiar there."
The Deathless took in this information, then answered.
"It will be my honor to escort you to the domain of the mortal races. As for the Maiar, i doubt they will be any trouble for one as powerful as yourself."
He bowed again, then after receiving the last details of the plan, he bowed once more.
"How would you like to travel, my lord? We have many horses within the stables. They will cause a longer travel, but will be much less suspicious. As for the Fell Beasts, it is the polar opposite. They will cause a greatly shorter travel, but can be seen from miles away."
After Sauron answered his question, he bowed one final time then departed, preparing himself to leave within the hour. One of the few things thoughts that entered his head was about this Maiar. Who were they? Would they cause any trouble? Would they be a threat? All this he had to take into account. Without a second thought, he decided to bring a Morgul blade, as it was a powerful and effective weapon, that should at the least slow down the Maiar. With that he waited for the Dark Lord Sauron, prepared to depart for his coming mission.
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Post by Urukdragen on Jan 28, 2014 16:39:47 GMT -5
Dermot was taking a stroll inside the Dwarven city after his fighting class, he was just near the Dwarven healer when he saw the younger son of the King, Durin IV ran past by with an elf "What is he doin with an elf, lets investigate that" and with that thought he stepped inside the 'hospital' and walked towards Durin IV he layed his hand on Durin IV shoulder and whispered
Hello Sir, If I may be allowed to ask, Is this a prisoner or your new mistres?
he let go of Durin's shoulder and started to laugh, but turned quite serious again, he looked at the wound and saw that the arrow didn't pierced trough her whole leg
She will be fine Sir, but what happened? as the Heir to the trone you should stop risking your life, I wish I could. but my Father still thinks im not good enough to go and hunt orcs.
he sat down on the nearest chair and got out his pipe and started to smoke while he was looking at the healers doing their Jobs
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jan 29, 2014 3:39:29 GMT -5
Sauron was always keeping his physical eye on the forces of Mordor, they were his soldiers, his soldiers to rule the lands of Middle Earth, as Morgoth intended.
"It will be my honor to escort you to the domain of the mortal races. As for the Maiar, i doubt they will be any trouble for one as powerful as yourself."
"Of course not, Nazgul. But they will be reluctant to let us into Khazad-dum."
"How would you like to travel, my lord? We have many horses within the stables. They will cause a longer travel, but will be much less suspicious. As for the Fell Beasts, it is the polar opposite. They will cause a greatly shorter travel, but can be seen from miles away."
"Two Fell Beasts will do, Nazgul. Prepare for travel within the hour. I feel a need of urgency."
Sauron waved him away, and walked down the halls of Barad-dur, until he reached the bottom, where he exited onto the scorched lands of Mordor, and the plains of Gorgoroth. He saw that the Orcs were preparing two Fell Beasts for travel. Sauron sat for a time, and looked at his ring for most of it. So much power was in this ring, if it was lost, that would be very difficult for Sauron, not that he could be defeated now. He saw that the two dragon-like creatures were ready, and Sauron mounted his black fell beast, and the Deathless was approaching.
As the Elf awoke, she looked around, and it took some time for it to set in. Dwarven stone, Dwarves around her, and many gold pieces around. This was the Kingdom of Khazad-dum, Moria. This was the seat of Dwarven power, Durin III. She sat up, and a Dwarf Man, Durin IV, jumped up and supported her.
"It's okay. It's okay. You're safe. The Orcs are gone. You're in Moria. I am Durin the Fourth. You are?"
"I..I'm Laurien."
"You're okay in Moria, Laurien. I wouldn't advise walking on that leg of yours. Lucky it wasn't a Morgul shaft."
Laurien sat on the side of the stone table, and looked at Durin for some time, until she saw his axe. It was about the right size to be used as a walking stick.
"Durin, It may be wrong of me to ask, but may I use your axe as a walking stick?"
"Of course, milady."
Durin handed her the axe, and helped her get up. Durin began a tour of Moria for the Elf woman.
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Post by unit894 on Jan 30, 2014 7:01:00 GMT -5
The Executioner's fell beast landed in the clearing made by the Haradrim horde. The filed was filled with hide tents, the soldiers wearing robes of red and black and purple, with gold armour over the top.  The Executioner jumped from the back of his great beast, landing on the ground with a great thump. The Haradrim King, Danaleth. He rode up on a pale horse, bedecked on armour and his own livery. The Executioner strode forwards and met the King, who had been appointed general during The Executioner's absence. "Any news, General?" Danaleth dismounted, and knelt before he hulking Nazgul. "My Lord, the Gondorians tried to break out, using a heavy cavalry charge". "And?" The Haradrim couldn't help but smile. "Most of the horses could be repurposed, my Lord" "God, good. You have done well. Call the banners, we attack now" |
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 14, 2014 1:16:59 GMT -5
((OOC Skipping this round guys.))
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Post by Salvahkiin on Feb 14, 2014 3:03:03 GMT -5
Two marvelous fell beasts flew over the lands west of Mordor, and for miles, many could see them, and that sight struck fear into all. The Fell Beasts came to a halt over the Dwarven Kingdom of Khazad-dum. The Maiar of the Mountains, Orofarne, knew what had approached the mountain. Dark Lord Sauron, and one of his lowly Nazgul. Her face turned white, well, whiter then it was beforehand. She guided, and almost dragged Durin III to the entrance to Moria, as they turned into the main corridor, Sauron and the Deathless Nazgul were entering the kingdom, not even waiting for a welcome, a bold move indeed.
Durin IV walked to the entrance also, wondering what the noise was, and when he saw it was Sauron, he told Dermot to take the Elf to his chambers, and that with luck, he would be back soon. Durin took his place next to his father, and approached Sauron.
After a moment, Sauron spoke to the two Dwarven Lords, one even wielded one of his Dwarven Rings, forged by that Elvish meddler, Celembribor.
"Durin the Third, and Durin the Fourth."
Sauron took a breath, and then continued his speech.
"I have a proposition. Come, let us walk"
Sauron did not wait for Durin to invite him to walk, and instead started his legs himself, and he carefully eyed the Maiar, who did the same to him.
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Post by unit894 on Feb 15, 2014 10:52:40 GMT -5
Thaddock had been a few steps behind and to the right of the Dwarven King. Though he held great respect from both his own race and the elves, he was nothing to one such as the Dark Lord. He towered over the stocky Dwarven king, who was literally fuming with rage.
"You dare? YOU DARE?!?!?! To simply waltz into my home?!? Who do you think you are?"
"I have a proposition. Come, let us walk"
Durin III let out a loud, sharp bark of laughter, standing exactly where he was.
"You have a proposition for me do you? You can make it when you are on your knees before me. I am a DWARF. Until you understand that, I will hear nothing of what you wish to say".
The Royal Guard made a wall of mithril and dwarven steel between the Dark Lord and their King, as more Khazad Guard marched around a corner.
Thaddock remained hidden in a crevice behind the guard. He held eye contact with his king for a second, they nodded to each other, then Thaddock carefully stepped forwards and took Durin VI by the elbow. He whispered to the younger dwarf.
"Come on lad, let's go find your'e elf friend, we're getting out of here, and getting you somewhere safe." He gently led the prince back towards the infirmary. He was loathe to leave his king at a point like this, but he knew the King wanted his heir safe before he did anything with Sauron.
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The Executioner sat on his huge black charger, it's armour jangling as it moved. Beside him, rank upon rank of veteran Serpent Guard around him, with the lighter armoured Haradrim Raiders, armed with war spears and bows. Danaleth sat next to him, running his thumb along the edge of his curved blade, and chuckled to himself.
"When will we know the Corsairs have begun their attack, lord?"
"When you hear the screaming, your Majesty"
Soon, the sound of battle was heard deeper into the city, and the white tree banners around the outskirts retreated. The Executioner raised his huge axe above his head, and began the attack. The horses began to walk forwards, then slowly gained speed until they were galloping full speed, the triangular Scorpion banners fluttering in the wind. The air was filled with a soft 'whum' as the horse-archers released their bows into the back of the retreating Gondorians, they screamed as the poison flowed into their bodies and killed them in seconds.
The Executioner readied his axe, thirsting for the combat to come.
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Post by Stelpher on Feb 16, 2014 5:33:36 GMT -5
The flight from Morder was quick, providing a view of a large swath of Middle Earth. All these cities of Men, the halls of the Dwarves and the forests of the Elves, they would soon all belong to the Dark Lord. His armies would march from Morder, crushing the lesser beings in the name of Sauron. Until then, the Deathless had to wait, to serve and to fight. In the name of Sauron, he would help take this Middle Earth, and destroy anything that got in the way of his masters goal. Until that time came, he must wait. The Fell Beasts touched down outside the entrance of Moria, as the Deathless and his lord dismounted and strode towards the entrance of the Dwarven halls.
Two Dwarves stood at the entrance, the third and fourth generations of the Durin family. Beside them were a few Dwarven warriors, and more could be heard approaching. But the most interesting person there, was a divine being standing beside the two Dwarf lords.
"Maiar" The Deathless hissed, as they approached the group. While Sauron and the Dwarves began to speak, the Deathless tuned out of the conversation. He telepathically spoke to one of his brothers, The Executioner, who was currently fighting the armies of Men.
"How fair your armies, brother? I hope you are not making our forces look bad." He said, before his mind returned to the situation at hand.
"You have a proposition for me do you? You can make it when you are on your knees before me. I am a DWARF. Until you understand that, I will hear nothing of what you wish to say." The Deathless was not one to allow disrespect to his lord.
"YOU DARE SPEAK TO THE DARK LORD SAURON?" His voiced filled the halls, managing to keep his wispy tone while still projecting his voice. "YOU WILL NOT SPEAK, YOU WILL LISTEN, YOU WILL OBEY. YOU, A MERE MORTAL, HAVE NO PLACE TO SPEAK UNLESS MY LORD GIVES YOU A QUESTION."
The Dwarves elite soldiers starting making a wall in front of their lord, locking together. The were insolent, believing such a thing could ever keep them safe. The Deathless let out a high-pitched screech, causing many of the Dwarves to collapse, clutching their ears in pain. He drew his swords and took a few paces ahead, ready to defend his master should the Dwarves attack. He kept his eyes on the Maiar especially. She would be a problem. The Dark Lord continued to speak, while the Deathless stood ready.
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Salvahkiin
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Post by Salvahkiin on Apr 12, 2014 3:21:37 GMT -5
Sauron chuckled at his Nazgul's anger. He was right though, normally Sauron would have already beheaded the King, if it had stood just a little higher. He simply rested his hand on the Deathless' shoulder, notifying him to sheathe his sword.
"I apologise for my servant's hastiness, but even I'd imagine that one of Durin's line would listen. You've displeased me, Dwarf."
Sauron growled at the King, and his royal guard was ordered to attack, he lifted his arm from the Deathless' shoulder, and let him cut loose. Sauron, however, had a Morgul blade out, and threw it towards Durin IV, the way to harm Durin III the most, kill his heir. It had missed, however. The fat dwarf next to him took the attack. Thaddock had died instantly. Durin IV dragged him into a corridor.
Sauron growled again, and raised his mace, and began slaying the royal guard in front of him, sending them flying off of the bridge. When he finally reached the fleeing King, he directly hit him, and sent the body flying in front of the crowd, the impact had killed him instantly, too.
"Flee."
Sauron said only this to his Nazgul, and they ran back to their Fell Beasts, the royal guard not pursuing them, with their failiure, they flew back to Mordor.
Durin IV walked out of the corridor, standing over the crowd, wondering who had died. He ran down, fearing the worst, and his fears had been confirmed, his father was dead. Durin stood over the body of his father, Gathol trying her best to revive him, but the King was dead.
Laurien, the young elf maiden, ran her best with Dermot back to the Prince's quarters, attempting to make small talk along the way.
"Was that Sauron? Will Durin survive?"
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jun 19, 2014 4:56:07 GMT -5
[OOC: I still want this to go on, Stel?]
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