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 Posted: Sun Nov 14, 2004 9:07 pm
 Rhun: The East. Seldom did the Eldar come so far from the Sea, and the eyes of the Numenoreans were turned ever towards the West. Some may say that because it is mostly ignored that Rhun is a forgotten and forsaken land, and yet this is not wholly true. Even if the Numenoreans dwell mostly by the Sea, their trade routes take them as far as Dorwinion along the Sea of Rhun. This delights the High Elves of the West, and the Men of Westernesse, for here are few wines as exquisite as those of Dorwinion, that fertile land northwest of the great inland sea. Still, one must not stray too far from that kingdom, for in the east are the Men of the Darkness. -Written by Falathrim-((Like the banner? Hey, this is a Nazgul thread, so it doesn't need to look pretty. razz ))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 3:04 pm
Dorwinion
22 Quelle in the Reckoning of Those Pansy Elves
28 Narquelie in the Reckoning of Those Mannish Bastards
Akhorahil looked out at the vineyards before him. Grapes. Grapes. Grapes as far as the eye can see. Perhaps he would have been disgusted, had he not known that with grapes comes fermentation, and with fermentation comes wine, and with wine comes drunken stupors, and with drunken stupors comes pure absolute hilarity.
Ah, yes. Perhaps it was time for a fun mission. Indeed, for doing missions while completely wasted was the most fun the Nine ever got.
The mission? Well, Murazor hadn't said much, but involved tearing apart the mansion of Dorwinion's king. Akhorahil didn't know much about the small, isolated kingdom of Dorwinion, other than that it was friendly to the Elves. And it made a s**t-load of wine.
"Well, time to drink my sorrows away!" he screamed, scaring his horse senseless as he did so.
((Okay, Nazgul, GET RPING!))
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 9:01 pm
Dorwinion
Ren yawned and stretched, finding himself once again in the middle of a bush. He wasn't sure how he had gotten here this time, but he was fairly certain that it had had something to do with his activities the night before. Or was it ten nights ago? He could never be totally sure. In any case, he got up and started walking, quickly developing a craving for a sandwich, knowing full well that there was no way that he would be able to get one. He sulked as he walked, wondering where he was headed. He saw a figure on a horse at the end of the field that he had been previously sleeping in and decided to head towards that, thinking that maybe they would know what day it was and how long he'd been here.
As he neared, he recognized Akhorahil and he grinned dumbly, waving his arm in the air, near enough to his companion that such an action was unnecessary to the point of ridiculousness.
Maybe Akhorahil knows where my horse is, Ren thought, still grinning dumbly. He approached his comrade.
"So. What's going on?" he asked after a pause.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 9:17 pm
Dorwinion
22 Quelle in the Reckoning of Wussy-land
28 Narquelie in the Reckoning of Those Mortal FOOLS!
Akhorahil, after struggling for thirty-six seconds to calm his panicked horse, glared over at Ren. "I am about to go raid a few wine cellars so I can drink my sorrows away," hissed the wraith. He glanced about, just then realizing that save for the two of them the field was empty. "But where the Udun is everyone else? And what did you do with your horse?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 9:53 pm
Dorwinion
So Akhorahil didn't know where Ren's horse was. Well. This presented a problem, and meant that he would have to think fast - something that he was not known for.
"I, uh, um... ate it...? I mean, I, er, gave it to some needy children. And I'm fairly certain that they ate it."
In Ren's mind, that came out as smooth as butter on hot toast. But alas, as with much of what Ren did, it was as lumpy as cottage cheese.
"The others? I don't even know where my horse is...." Ren scanned the area, as if his steed would just materialize out of the vines. He focused on one of the grapes and realized that it was an exact replica of the Witch King's head. Ren was mesmerized.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 10:17 pm
Dorwinion
22 Quelle in Grape Reckoning
28 Narquelie in the Calendar of They Who Time-travel!
Akhorahil sighed. Children don't eat horses; especially Mannish children. Though, upon reflection, he thought that, maybe, just maybe those horrid Elves had a knack for horse-flesh. Yes. It made perfect sense. Ren somehow or other stumbled across a few Elflings out in the middle of a Mannish kingdom, and those crude children devoured the horse alive.
Poor horse never stood a chance against those Elflings...
"We shall weep for your horse later. But now, we must find Murazor and the others, for only Murazor knows the specifics of our miss- what in the blazes are you looking at?" The Ringwraith followed Ren's gaze. "A grape. You are looking at a grape. You are so ridic- holy s**t. That grape looks like Murazor."
And thus two cloacked figures could be seen from afar, looking at a grape.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 10:36 pm
Dorwinion
Ren nodded slowly in acknowledgement of Akhorahil's words. This grape obviously meant something and should be taken with them and possibly offered as a gift to Murazor.
"We should take it with us," Ren suggested after a few moments, "And it'll bring us good luck or something."
He approached the grape, but half-way there, he had a revelation and turned around again.
"Where are we headed, exactly?" he asked, "And how will I get there?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 11:06 pm
Dorwinion
22 Quelle in Grape Reckoning
28 Narquelie in the Calendar of They Who Time-travel!
Akhorahil could but nod in agreement with Ren. Sure, sometimes Ren was an idiot of magnificient magnitudes, but at times like this his ideas were as perfect as the Lord Melkor himself. Aye, that beautiful grape was a talisman sent by the Dark Lord himself!
But then Ren asked about their destination. Akhorahil shook his head in disgust. "Fool. Thrice fool!" muttered the wraith. "Our destination... is it not clear? I should think that you, Ren, of all people, should know." Akhorahil siezed his cloak, and draped it about his shoulders just right, so that he looked just as awe-inspiring as he did horrifying.
"Look up, Ren! Above us fly the airs of that dreaded Manwe Sulimo. Yet beyond them, even beyond the reach of the Windlord, lies the Walls of the World! And there is where the Door of Night is! One day, yes one day Ren, we shall find that door, and we will break its gaurd, and we will release the Lord Melkor! One day we shall walk alongside the High King of Arda!"
Suddenly, Akhorahil pointed at the ground. "But it is not today, Ren. Today, we walk upon ambar, the earth. And we despise it, for every minute that we stand on this earth is a minute without Melkor our god and father. Yes, Ren, one day we shall find our lord, but not today."
Then Akhorahil pointed at the trees surrounding those green vineyards. "Looks at the trees, Ren. They are the Peoples of Yavanna, she whom we despise only lesser than the Star-kindler. One day, we shall purge those trees from this world. Our destination is clear, Ren: The Door of Night, where Melkor is. And after that, once more Dorwinion shall be our destination, so that we may destroy the lives of the Peoples of Yavanna! Do my words make sense to thee, Ren?"
And finally, Akhorahil pluckled the Murazor-grape. Mounting his horse Betty, he pointed at the hills in the distance. "I think the chief city of this wine-laden paradise is over yonder. Wanna go check?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 11:22 pm
Dorwinion
Ren saw Akhorahil's monologue coming with the swish of his cape, and his eyes glazed over. Sure, he knew where Akhorahil was coming from, what with the suffering and loathing that resided within him, but when there were so many distractions around, who could expect Ren to look at the larger picture? It was unreasonable, and Ren almost didn't feel guilty for tuning Akhorahil in and out. He heard the gist of the speech, and the parts that made sense to him out of that were very moving.
"So... we're here to kick a**? And kill trees?" Ren spoke slowly for his own benefit and was sure that he had it this time, "And we're going to town. I think I get it."
He stood there for a few seconds longer, proud of his accomplishments. He shook his head and realized that he had been asked to see where the town was.
"Oh. Ooh. Sure. I'll go. I guess I'll just walk, then, eh?"
He started walking towards the hills the Akhorahil mentioned without waiting for a reply. He looked at the ground while he walked so as not to be deterred from his mission, and he mumbled instructions, reminding himself of what he was assigned to do. What he didn't know was how far away the town was. He figured that he'd reach it eventually, however.
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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2005 11:39 pm
Dorwinion
22 Quelle in the Soylent Green Dragon
28 Narquelie, according to those who scream about DIVERSIONS!
Thus, Betty and Akhorahil trotted on. And on. And on. And Ren marched on. And on. And on. They marched for days, any weeks, seeking their destination. Well, it seemed like an eternity. Truth be told, Akhorahil had little patience. After what could have been little more than three minutes, Akhorahil haled Betty.
"MURAZOR, WHERE IN THE BLOODY UDUN ARE YOU!"
Below Betty's hoof lie a frightened kitten. Akhorahil made certain it was throughly trampled. "Take that, innocent, defenseless creature who crosses my path whilst I'm screaming!" yelled the erratic wraith.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 4:43 am
Dorwinion
Uvatha sat up, waking up at the sound of Akhorahil's screaming. "Owww, Akhorahil, don't scream like that! Damn, my head..."
Uvatha stumbled over to the other two, shielding her eyes from the sun. "Is it just me, or is it really, really bright today?" Uvatha winced, rubbing her aching head.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 10:06 am
Dorwinion
Ren watched Akhorahil with a wary eye. His anger was quick and painful, but it was certainly fun to watch.
"Maybe he's not coming," Ren said, more to himself than anyone. He didn't want to be on the receiving end of one of Akhorahil's spurts of uncontrolled rage.
Then Uvatha showed up, as if from nowhere. Maybe she had brought his horse from wherever she had come from. Because surely if she could just appear like that, his horse could.
"We found a grape that looks like Murazor," Ren informed her importantly. Then, thinking over what she had said about how bright it was, he proceeded to stare into the sun, trying to determine if it was brighter than the previous day, not coming to any sort of conclusion.
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Posted: Sun Mar 20, 2005 10:24 am
Dorwinion
22 Quelle, or so says the spoony bard
Eru-mommy told me that today is 28 Narquelie
At last! An unfriendly face amongst the Sea of Grapes! Akhorahil cackled in delight, for at the reunion of he and Uvatha, a third wraith had joined his quest. Now, only six remained to be discovered. Certainly, Akhorahil must make that known! "Ah, noble Uvatha. I am pleased to see you once more, for with your arrival, we number three, rather than two. In this glorious moment, one-third our number is found, and yet six still remain! Come, friends! The Murazor-grape shall guide us to our ultimate goal!"
Thus Akhorahil urged Betty on. Yet Ren and Uvatha did not follow. Akhorahil quickly glanced back, only to see the two staring upwards. "May I be permitted to ask what it is you're staring at now?" The two did not answer, so Akhorahil merely followed their gaze. "You're looking at the sun. Why would you look- OH MY MELKOR THE SUN IS BURNING MY EYES I'M BLIND ARGH!"
And thus Akhorakil, momentarilly blinded by the light of the last fruit of Laurelin, fell forward off of Betty, and began writhing in a predictibly hilarious fashion.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 7:00 pm
Riavod
22 Quelle
30 Narquelie
Jin
A canvas bag drops in the sand like a sack of potatoes before the feet of the lounging Warlord. All around him, feasting warriors and their mistresses stop to curiously watch their newly-crowned leader and the messenger. It is a glorious night and great bonfires illuminate the courtyard of the great palace, where the whole City celebrates their leader's coronation. Jin glances up from his goblet of honeywine and looks at the man standing before him, flanked by his band of merry men. The scar-faced man grins, his wild eyes ablaze, and Jin returns his gaze to the bag. A crimson liquid seeps from inside, soaking every fiber of the dirty bag and the sand below. A sinister smile spreads across the young King's lips just as another bag falls before his feet. Thud. And another. Thud. And another. Thud. Jin's smile grows until he is laughing, rising from his seat to reach for his mighty gifts. The scarred messenger looks on, insanity evident in his wide eyes and foolish grin.
Reaching into one of the bags, Jin looks up to lock eyes with his men as he pulls out the severed head of a prominent member of what was left of the Council. An eerie silence befalls the assembled crowd as their leader continues to reveal the heads of the rest of the Council, drawing them from their bags and tossing them into the sand before him. Blood drips from his hands but he does not care. When the fate of the remaining Council of the Easterlings is revealed to the camp of Men and orcs, Jin raises his goblet in triumph and salutes his faithful assassins. The whole gathering erupts in cheers and great laughter, knowing full well the significance of such a gesture.
After the Wainrider uprising, the Council survivors fled into hiding, wary of the Chundar's warmongering. They left the Easterling lands to the arrogant Wainrider, knowing he (when in fact, it was Jin) had won the hearts of the people with his promises of glory. While Chundar the Bloody took up residence in the great palace in Riavod, the remaining members of the ill-fated Council regrouped in secret and formed a small rebel group. They did not have much presence, unable to rally much support against the new leader, but they did what they could to provide some opposition to the increasing bloodlust. With the heads of the rebel leaders now lying before his feet, Jin is now free to do as he pleases. Rhun belongs to Jin and his Scourge. It is only a matter of time before he, allied with the mighty Sauron, conquers the West.
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Posted: Wed Mar 23, 2005 10:12 pm
Dorwinion
Uvatha grinned as she watched Akhorahil writhe in pain. She giggled to herself before returning her gaze to the grape that Ren was holding.
"...You know, that really does look like Murazor! We must bring it to him, as soon as we find him. Where could everyone have gone?" She pouted.
Uvatha ran a hand over her blade. "I want to have some fun! Will there be plenty of men to play with?" She tilted her head, staring at her blade gripped in her hands.
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