The Dark King was pleased, with the actions of his agents, and the aid of the White Wizard, Sarumen. many were dead,and thus less allies to aid the Halflings. But still, more work had to be done. Another death was to be had, while the forces of Darkness still had the advantage. With a thought, he commanded his Nazgul out to find an appropriate victim.
The leader of the Nazgul had been given a palantir to ensnare a new victim. The Nine Riders set out on their Fellbeasts, each one flying in seperate directions. With loud haunting cries and shrieks that rent the nighttime sky, the foul mounts of the Nazgul cast shadows over the ground, shadows that troubled any who they passed over. Sleepers stirred in nightmares, animals panicked in their pens and stables. Guardsmen on duty at night in cities seemed to huddle closer to their torches and lanterns, to try and dispel the unearthly chill threatening to pervade their bones.
The Witchking flew over Edoras, when his cold eyes seemed to gleam. With a touch, he guided his mount to the ground, where Pure Blood Royal was tending to dousing the lights outside a mill not far from the city. "Wha......what do you want?" Pure Blood Royal asked, trembling and fell backward as the Witchking loomed over her. "My Master wanted to give you a gift........nothing more. " The Witchking said in his cold, dead voice as he dropped the palantir in the victim's hands.
Pure Blood Royal gasped and placed her hands upon the dark orb, as the fiery eye of Sauron opened up and began looking in Pure Blood Royal mind. 'Open, to me. I, Sauron, command it' A voice said in Pure Blood Royal mind. The Pure Blood Royal screamed in fear as her grasp of sanity snapped, as well as her fragile heart stopped beating and she fell over dead, her soul sucked into the palantir for all time.
The Witchking chuckled coldly, as he scooped up the orb, and vanished into the night. Another victim for the Dark one was claimed.
Saruman was in the topmost room of his Tower at Isengard, surveying his White Hand army moving through the keep. His Master was pleased with what had transpired the night before, and was urging him to do it again. "But what is it I shall do? It is not like I can find the Companions so readily," The evil wizard said to himself as he stroked his beard. "Perhaps it is time I journeyed to Helm's Deep, to speak with that old fool Theoden." He mused. The wizard moved with a speed belying his age, and grabbed his white staff and travel cloak. "I will be traveling by myself to Helm's Deep." He informed the Captain of his army. The Orc grunted in acknowledgment, as Saruman left.
It was nightfall when the wizard reached the outskirts of the city. Normally he would have gone through the main gates, but this time........he wanted to take a different route. Maybe a victim would present itself to him. He kept his hood up, tucking the staff in close to his body as he walked through the darkened outskirts. There were merchants, and people heading to the local tavern after a hard day's work. One, tho, stood out to him.
You can call me Jay was on an errand from Minas Tirith to Helms Deep, and didn't seem to notice the hooded figure as he walked past him. You can call me Jaywas lost in contemplation of what they had to do next, after completing this task. The hooded figure moved behind You can call me Jay, as the tip of his staff began to shine with a white light.
"Sleep, and let me see what drives you so, what you fear the most!" His voice rang out into the night, carrying the power of command. You can call me Jay crumpled in a heap, and on the pretense of helping him, Saruman rested his hand on their forehead. You can call me Jay had not only had a fear of Minas Tirith burning, but of flooding as well? This was all too easy. With an evil chuckle, he implanted into You can call me Jay mind that they were back in Minas Tirith, and it was on fire, fire burning on top of floodwaters. He moved back as You can call me Jay began to cough and writhe, pushing themselves up to gasp for breath that just would not come, they were in an illusion in which they were dragging in smoke filled air and water in their lungs. With a final rattle, they arched their back and gasped out their last. Saruman smiled as he turned to go into the Main gate. Another death, another aid to the companions gone.
During the night, Gimli felt the sudden urge to break things. He rushed over towards the camp of banished people and brought Charish669 back home. He later had to explain why he had commited such a crime. The wizards accepted Charish669 back with open arms.
Galadriel, looked down at the body of Shikyo Kuranosai. His death was too soon for her, so she reached out and placed her hand on Shikyo Kuranosai heart. A ray of light beamed up to the heavens, calling back Shikyo Kuranosai soul. She would live once more!
Krodan awaited for the wizards to come to banish him to where they sent the others. In a matter of minutes, he was escorted out of his house.
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My post style is simple thankfully, but I do wish they would fix up guilds some. It'd be nice to be able to at least subscribe to guild threads and whatnot.
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