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Post by Saturn on Aug 19, 2005 14:27:49 GMT -5
Shadows. Darkness. These are things that usually scare people, that get the blood flowing and your heart racing. There is no need to fear such things, but fear what lies within the darkness.
In the Third Age of Middle-Earth, the war against the Dark Lord Sauron sped to halt because of the intervention of the most unlikely of heroes, a hobbit. The Ring of Power was destroyed and with it, the essence of Sauron himself. Thus, Middle-Earth earned a time of peace. However, only a time.
Again, rumors became legend and legend became myth as things were forgotten that should not have been forgotten, which is how often history usually goes. In the Fourth Age of Middle-Earth, man and many other types of creatures have expanded their influence and forgotten what had been done by their ancestors. Middle-Earth now looks to Gondor for leadership as its king was once a strong leader, but in his old age he could not lead. A council was established to help maintain order in Gondor and advise neighboring countries in time of need, The Council of Wisdom. However, the members of this council have their own agenda to attend to.
In secret, they are known as the Council of Saruman and their goal above all else is to control all of Middle-Earth and not just advise. They have found something in the depths of Middle-Earth that can help them, a Book of Shadows. Within it lies the whereabouts of six shadow creature that have slumbered since the First Age of Middle-Earth. They seek to control them, but can they control the darkness or will the shadows consume them. Only time will tell......
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Post by Saturn on Aug 19, 2005 14:33:30 GMT -5
Old legends speak of the six Shadows that slumber within the depths of Middle-Earth and of how they were put there. The Shadows were fought by six ancient warriors in individual combat, each holding a special weapon made for the creature they fought. All the battle went on for months on end, as if it were a war, until finally the last shadow was defeated. However, victory over the Shadows dd not come without a price.
All but one of the warriors fell defeating their enemies. As the Shadows were sealed, as were the weapons for fear of the power that they held. Until now.....
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Post by zyphan on Apr 6, 2007 23:05:13 GMT -5
((this sounds really cool, but where do i start? just make something up like having a horserider trotting through the woods on their way to Riverdell? are you letting others run this and you be the narrator, or, what? i'm itching to post in here!!))
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Post by Saturn on May 2, 2007 14:14:48 GMT -5
A red steed passed the glade and through streams and rivers, almost as if trying to escape a phantom that was not there. It's rider's claok billowing behind him and neither pushing the steed nor paying much attention to anything else. He trusted his steed was a contemplating what had happened in Gondor.
'What did the Council of Wisdom want with me,' he had thought at the time and now he was kicking himself for even answering their call. He was Rohan, Gondor had no business calling him before those nine senile fools.
He had been asked, yeah right, more like politely ordered to go to Rivendell. He had no idea why they were looking for tome of ancient weapons. However, he knew that he didn't want to go anywhere near the elves. The always made him feel strange. Though there were few elves left on this side of Middle-Earth, there were too many for him to be around them.
His apprehension only increased the closer he got to the Elven lands...
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Post by zyphan on May 2, 2007 18:58:28 GMT -5
Nilyn was calmly placing more wood on her fire, hoping the day's light would stay long enough for her to gather more. She was traveling again, as she always was these days, and was two days out of the last village she stumbled upon.
Sticks cracked behind her, and Nin whirled around, pulling a dagger from her boot at the same time. Mishka her horse stood behind her, grazing the grass, not caring about anything but food.
Nin chuckled at her foolishness, returning to the fire and putting her knife away. She was just about to go in search of more wood when she heard a distant pounding, like the sound of thunder. Mishka raised her head too, looking off to the left, her ears pricked. As the sound drew nearer, Nin drew closer to her steed, eyebrows furrowed in focus.
"What the-" A rider and horse erupted from the thicket next to Nilyn's little camp, and she stumbled backwards, the black Friesian half-rearing out of fright and whinnying.
Nin shouted out, but was unsure as to whether they saw her or not. They seemed in a hurry, and she was going to find out why.
Nilyn packed up her things-which wasn't much- and put out the small fire. Kicking Mishka into a canter, she began to follow the mysterious rider.
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Post by Saturn on May 3, 2007 15:28:16 GMT -5
The rider had finally stopped a few miles away from where he had caught a blur in his sights. That sight had nicked him out of his reverie and caused him to start focusing on what was gong on in front of him. Sleipnir had this unsettling tendency to get to his destination as fast as possible, at all haste and at any cost. He hadn't expected to run into anyone, but it seems he had.
It was almost sundown, and had rubbed down his friend. Silently berating himself for not reigning the horse in earlier. He set him to roaming so he could eat all he wanted. The horse would come to his call and, besides, anyone other than him that tried to ride that horse would be in for a nasty surprise.
He had set up camp on an outcropping over looking the forest, a river ran maybe ten miles away. Its blue water shimmering the failing light....one of the borders to the Elven lands. He shuddered.
The rider had brought down a rabbit with a bow he kept with him on Sleipnir just before he decided to make camp, which was now roasting over a fire underneath the rock formation. He sat down on his cloak, his saddle not far away. He started sharpening a rather large knife, about as big as his forearm, of which had an identical brother he kept underneath his cloak for the moment. He continued o sharpen the blade until dinner was ready...
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Post by zyphan on May 3, 2007 17:23:31 GMT -5
From a small bluff overlooking the river, Nilyn watched the smoke spiral upwards from the camp of the unknown rider. She had stopped a bit to get the bearing's of their direction, and realized that she was being led into Elven territory.
Deciding to find out who this person was, Nin spurred Mishka into a trot, and rode to the fire. She noticed a horse grazing not far off. As she approached, Nin realized that the rider she persued was a man, and was currently sharpening a knife.
She cleared her throat to announce her presence, then calmly dismounted from the Friesian, respectfully outside of this stranger's camp.
"What's got you in such a hurry to see the Elves?"
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Post by Saturn on May 4, 2007 13:39:28 GMT -5
The rider didn't raise his eyes to the new presence that had come to inquire of him. Truthfully, had been startled for a second because he hadn't heard her approach. Something that rarely happened, but when it did it was never good.
"I'm guessing your the one that Sleipnir almost ran down a few miles back," he stopped sharpening his blade and looked at the newcomer. A small woman, younger than he from the looks of it, but with a strange look to her that he could not place.
"Come, sit," he continued,"The least I can do is offer you a small meal to apologize for almost running you down," he paused,"We'll talk after I get something in my stomach."
He gestured for her to sit on the other side of the fire, and he really didn't expect her to take the invitation, if she intended, until she tended to that black mare of hers....
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Post by zyphan on May 5, 2007 17:44:24 GMT -5
Nin, accepting his invitantion, removed Mishka's tack and turned her off to graze. Then the girl turned back to the fire and sat across the flames from the other rider.
"If I may ask...What is your name? I am Nilyn, or Nin for short."
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Post by Saturn on May 15, 2007 15:00:53 GMT -5
He sat quietly for a second to see how Sleipnir reacted to the mare. The red stallion just merely looked up from his grazing and, funny enough, allowed his eyes to go wide for a second before returning to grazing. Every now and then, though, Sleipnir would look in the mare's direction. The man laughed.
"I'm sorry," he said getting his laughter under control,"Sleipnir seems to have either taken a liking to your mare or he feels guilty for almost running you two down earlier."
"He doesn't usually get affectionate or show remorse, so you can understand my surprise at this turn of events...oh, looks like dinner is done," he said, getting the rabbit of the fire and pulling out a couple of tin plates.
He offered half the rabbit to Nilyn and smiled,"My name is Manadhon...."
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Post by zyphan on May 15, 2007 23:11:26 GMT -5
Nin took the rabbit, gratefull for his company. "Thanks. Didn't know your stallion had that much personality." She took a few bites, watching the two horses. Mishka was slowly grazing closer to Sleipnir, until she nipped him playfully on the rump, cantering off a ways to see his reaction.
Nin chuckled. "Looks like my Mishka has grown warm to him already. But, back to other matters. Why are you traveling into Elven territory? Even I would not travel there, even though it is where my first memories begin..."
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Post by Saturn on May 17, 2007 13:54:59 GMT -5
That quickly, Manadhon's mood had changed. He looked at the woman closely for the first time, not liking where this was already going.
"You are affiliated with the elves?" he asked rhetorically, obviously since she had just admitted it. He had already tuned out Sleipnir to focus on this woman. Then, it hit him why he didn't here her earlier or know of her presence.
"Your a ranger aren't you," he said more as a matter of fact than a question. He demeanor changed once again. He might as well tell her, he needed to tell someone at least.
"The Council sent for me and asked me," he emphasized that last part with a glowering look into the fire,"to go to Rivendall to try and collect something from the elves. A book..."
He looked up from the fire, to gauge he reaction so far. The Rangers were notorious for their information system and he didn't want to waste his breath, meanwhile Sleipnir had gone into full play with the mare...
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Post by zyphan on May 17, 2007 18:43:39 GMT -5
Nilyn nodded at his mention of her being a Ranger. "Since I can first remember, Mishka and I have always been together, travelling from one place to another with no intended purpose. It may appear that the elves and I have a link, we don't. I have never truly been in any of their great cities, just met travelers going the opposite direction."
She watched the two horses for a bit, glad that the mare was enjoying herself. She looked back at Manadhon over the fire, her plate of rabbit empty in her lap. "A book, you say? I would gladly like to accompany you, if you wouldn't mind. Though it really isn't my place to say, since you were so intent on getting there as quickly as possible..." She shrugged. "Perhaps I can help you get it, perhaps not."
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Post by Saturn on May 22, 2007 15:19:19 GMT -5
Manadhon considered her for a moment. This was a little unexpected, in trying to get to the Elven Lands he runs into a Rannger of all people. This could help.
"Nilyn, if you can help, your welcome to accompany us to see about this book. I hope you can help, appparently this tome is one of great importance. I'm not exactly sure of the elves are willing to give it up at all," he said collecting his thoughts for a moment. His mind kept going back to the chamber in gondor where those old toads had sent him on this mission.
"The Council says that there is great evil stirring in the land..." he continued taking a bite out of the hair...
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Post by zyphan on May 22, 2007 22:59:45 GMT -5
A large smile breaks out on Nin's face, and she squeals with delight. "Yes! I would love to help you get this...book." She realizes that somehow she had crossed the fire and was hugging Manadhon. "Um..." Nin stands up, and goes back to her seat with flushed cheeks.
"So. What kind of book is this that the elves may not want to hand over? And what's about this evil stuff? Sorry I'm so full of questions, but as you saw earlier, I don't get much company or anyone to travel with besides my horse."
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