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Post by Marduk on Nov 26, 2003 17:24:39 GMT -5
I don't know where I’m really from but when i was born i was in a mountain of fire. in a cave inside the hole at the top, when I came across a human before letting him go he said it was the mountain of mordor. I don't know the story behind this mountain of mordor but that’s where I came to be. (His tail moved left and right slowly, as his yellow eyes watched her beauty flow) May I ask where you are from since I told you mine? (his eyes now looking over her again)
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Isolde
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Post by Isolde on Nov 26, 2003 17:32:21 GMT -5
"Only the place where all decent tales of Middle-earth are spun," she replied whimsically--a rather disturbing quality, "and coincidentally not far from where you claim. On the unbridled edges of Ithilien, near Mordor brought up by the strongest strand of Black Numenorean blood still in existance."
It gave her a twittering inexspresible feeling telling somebody this. There was an odd pride in it, such as an Gondorian would have who could prove they had quite a bit of Numenorean in them. Hopefully it would instill a little fear in Marduk; her bloodlines as proof of her ability and ruthlessness. It seemed far-flung for a human to be just wandering in Mordor, even after the War of Ring. But if this character was a liar then let him dig his own grave it in, she reasoned.
Absentmindedly Isolde closed the gap between them for a second, only to open another when she went to look over at 'her' city. Things were running far too smoothly, but she had stationed guards and they would undoubtedly come dashing out screaming like the brainless twits they were if something unpleasant came abroad.
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Post by Marduk on Nov 26, 2003 18:03:06 GMT -5
well i still think that human was strange since his "job" was to the take any thing that was of value to him. What is a Black Numenorean? (Marduk said with a questioning look on his face showing that he never saw one or heard)
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Post by Isolde on Nov 27, 2003 7:50:05 GMT -5
Isolde turned from her observations of the city and replied off-handedly, "The population of Numenoreans that broke off from the rest to follow Sauron."
The scratching of a half-human's oddly formed claws could be heard coming up her stairs. It was her lieutenant who for a moment looked perturbed at Marduk but didn't mind him. He had learned a long while ago not to question Isolde.
"Well how goes it?" she asked.
"Not well. Several of the humans died from exhaustion after a while but not before we profited from them thankfully," he said rather nervously. The lieutenant knew why they died. They died from the cruelty bestowed upon from the still blood-hungry soldiers, but he didn't tell Isolde that. His timid look did that for him.
"Is that so?" Isolde said undisturbed, "What about food--did you find enough of it?"
"Not enough by a long stretch," the lieutenant answered.
Isolde hated these little chats with her underlings. Really though they had the speech, perfect obedience and partial intelligence a human could posses, they had no common sense.
"Then you'll need to form a search party to go raid some nearby villages. There have to be nearby villages though I'll need some time to plan which will be more profitable for my blithering idiots to raid. I'll be out in a bit to give your orders. Just get ever clever beast you can to go, and appoint a captain of them," Isolde drawled. The lieutenant nodded numbly and turned. With a look, his lady could dismiss him.
Isolde turned to a pack that had gone unseen for a long time that lay in a dusty corner. From it she took a map of the surrounding areas and lay it on the bed. She perched herself on the straw-stuffed mattress and motioned for Marduk to have a seat, but beyond that acted as though she had forgotten anyone was standing there. In her mind she was calculating possible paths and strategies for the scouting party to take.
"Have you ever been south of here?" she asked, still looking at the map.
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Post by Marduk on Nov 27, 2003 13:29:58 GMT -5
Well I have been to here… (Marduk pointed southwest to a village, half of it on one side and half on the other side.) They seemed the best village that could gain in livestock, but if you want to attack there and use it you’ll have to only burn some housing to lure them out and spare the livestock for later use. (He said while looking at the map) but there is a problem because the only this keeping that village together are 3 bridges, they had set up the bridges to fall if the East Side was attacked. Leaving them time to flee to a city. (Marduk said while lifting his head up slightly looking at her smelling her hair)
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Post by Isolde on Nov 27, 2003 13:58:41 GMT -5
"Fascinating," she said blandly, "As swiftly as these brutes go there's not going to be many country swine able to keep up with them anyway. They'd be dead and spoiled before they got back judging by the distance."
Quickly she scanned the map again. "Let's try this one. It's reasonably close....to the west and this mill is going to be useful." Isolde stood abruptly and told him she'd be back in a moment. Again she took up her armor and pack, as usual not wanting the masses to know exactly what she looked like and not fully trusting Marduk yet.
She went to meet with whoever the lieutenant had appointed the scouting party's leader. Isolde told him about the village she had found and what to do when they got there. Finally the little conference was over and she reentered the room.
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Post by Marduk on Nov 27, 2003 15:17:00 GMT -5
Sat on the balcony looking out at the city in a sit on the rail. Smelling what he thought was interesting. (Than moving down as if he saw something he didn’t like, into the room) Theres elfs creeping through the buildings hiding in the shadows… theres about 5 of them… one in the damaged tower, another in the granary, and 2 are in the church, the last one is on a horse in the near tree line… (His eyes watching them move with the shadows not gaining the guards nose.)
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Post by Isolde on Nov 30, 2003 12:38:07 GMT -5
"Elves?" Isolde said, picking up her pace. Her face only betrayed the slightest bit of perplexion as once again she stood beside Marduk on the balconey. "That's odd. But just wait a moment and the group I just sent down will see them. They'll last perhaps eight minutes."
Saying this, she grinned at the thought. The man-like warriors sent on the mission paused for a side-trip of elf hunting and killing as predicted. The noise nine warriors made as they trooped through the courtyard caused the elven cowards to scatter even further like so many blond mice. Everything was still except the fourteen of them, everyone watching. This was a worthy distraction.
Naturally everyone heard the drawing of blades, the grunting of the men and the snap of arrows. One lucky shot wounded one of them in the chest but trained as they were, they simply ripped it out and allowed the blood to flow freely down their front. While sparring blade to blade with the elf that wounded him, he managed to stanch the bleeding with his other hand. This one was particularly interested. He used a sharp blade to slash the throat of his opponent, who stumbled backwards coughing up blood that flowed out of his mouth and nose. The next blade he used was a rusty sword that ripped the flesh rather than neatly cut it. Finally the elf was on his knees in the center of his fallen comrades shaking as the half-orc pulled from a compartment in his armor a hand ax. He went purposefully slow with the small weapon, and had chose it well. Then the elf was on the very brink of death with some sinew and bone still held head to shoulders. The soldier tore it the rest of the way off, taking the head as his trophy. The saphire elven eyes still fluttered under delicate lashes.
Finally the group dispersed on their way; leaving the bodies. A few guards who weren't particuarly busy built a pyre for the bodies and lit it, casting odd glare on the nine half-orcs starting out once again to find supplies for the 'colony'.
"Talk about entertainment," Isolde smirked. Serious now she added, "There could be more of them. In fact I know there are. These whiny brats never travel looking for battle like these were obviously prepared for, in such small numbers."
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Post by Marduk on Nov 30, 2003 13:44:52 GMT -5
Yes it would seem right to think there could be others. But how is it that you made this half orc? I seen orcs and humans fight before but with these, two types seems the greatest fighter I’ve seen. How did they come to be if I could ask? His yellow eye darts over her looking at her face seeing that it was slightly glowing with pride. His nose picked up a sent off of her making his tail relax some.
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Post by Isolde on Nov 30, 2003 13:55:10 GMT -5
"Well," she began, "after the Ring was destroyed, Gondorians were under the impression that all was well and serene and were overjoyed to go off on jaunts into the countryside. The orcs that still remained were actually eating them. What a waste. It was a while before I returned to that area. I had first been fighting and then been searching for the other humans in Sauron's command. Finding there were none besides the few the orcs had captured--and they obviously didn't have what it took to rebuild the empire, I simply nudged the orcs along to....procreate with them. Just to see what would happen, because I had some idea that Sauron's downfall was that ill-fated sorcerer and the fact he had no other thinking individuals under his command. The new race created were earlier versions of what you see here. These still aren't perfect, because I'd like for them to be able to pass as men," she replied, the last part basically as an afterthought.
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Post by Marduk on Nov 30, 2003 17:22:30 GMT -5
You actually mated with orcs! A weird feeling crossed his face trying to image what it was. For her but gets lost in the thought. You made your rule by these now soldiers of your even though they seem strong every thing is born with a weakness as you may know dragons can’t breath fire if its dowsed with water, but it’ll relight in a day but it seems forever in that case.
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Post by Isolde on Dec 1, 2003 9:11:19 GMT -5
Isolde laughed nonchalantly, "Not me of course. That's disgusting. But I don't mind subjecting other people to it for the purposes of battle. As for a weakness, the only one I know of is that they really have no common sense in doing anything. They must be told everything step by step, though after that they'll perform it wonderfully. They can't survive without a leader."
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Post by Marduk on Dec 2, 2003 2:01:53 GMT -5
Well its sort of good that they don’t have common sense because they could rebel and a newer leader would take your place if there was a bold troop in your ranks to stand against you. But seeing by your body and guessing you’d. Still be able to out match your troop. Its only a sight from seeing back stabbing because I watched thief guilds gain power and newer guilds replacing the older. (If it works) but it’s only a bunch of bodies if theres no leader there would be chaos. Like the side of “good” there is order all the same with the side of “evil” but the 2 have different ways of doing so.
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Post by Isolde on Dec 3, 2003 14:40:23 GMT -5
"All very true. I seek to create something of a new world order....I know that people will not relinquish their power easily so force is needed," Isolde mused, her mind distracted. She still didn't have a great grip on this person. But if he proved to be horribly suspicious she would have somebody follow him, or else imprison him. She was crafty that way.
"I suppose things are going smoothly down there. But just the same let us venture down out of this tower and see for ourselves," she said, stepping out into the corridor, kicking one of the charred corpses out of the way to clear the path.
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Post by Marduk on Dec 3, 2003 15:04:50 GMT -5
Marduk followed her slowly as he watched the burned corpses pass him by, but he followed closely behind her as they went down. But at one point he asked what she would call her new race of warriors. As they neared the bottom of the tower. Smelling more clearly the smell of death and burned buildings and bodies, as well as blood from the elfs that lay dead.
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