Post by akhorahil on Nov 23, 2005 3:30:12 GMT -5
The door squeaked when Akhorahil pushed against it. He stepped into the room, silent as a shadow. No one there, just as he expected. So far every room, hall and corridor had been abandoned, forgotten after the great battle.
"So many slaughtered here. I can still hear their dying screams. I can still feel their spirits lingering. They sing to me, the beautifull chorus of the dead."
Akhorahil starts to seach the room.
"Yet so many good soldiers were wasted here. Thousands of strong orcs, so use full. What a waste"
Akhorahil's world turned pitch black, then collapsed under the weight of the voice in his head.
They were of no importance. It is only the ring that counts. Only the ring can decide the outcome of this battle. The orcs are only the poison that kills our enemies, not the blade that will deliver it. And there is plenty of poison left. Now get on with the search! The amulet must be here, and it must be found!
Akhorahil searched the room. Nothing. Again. No amulet.
"It is not here, master."
Patience, Akhorahil, is the key to victory.
Akhorahil proceeded to the next room.
« Reply #1 on Oct 31, 2005, 4:03pm »
Eressa walks trough the hall, in the dim light of her glowing sword. Her shield is prepared to attack...
My God has informed me about an item, hidden in this stronghold. I fought here, few weeks ago, maybe a month, but it seems almost an year ago. Where is that thing, that artifact?
Slowly Eressa walks to the western fort, taking good sense of all what happens around her.
I thought it was somewhere around here, it just has to be here. Where else could it be? I checked Minas Tirith, the ruins of the watchtower of Amon Sul. The only place i did not search for it is Minas Morgul, the fortress of the great Witchking of Angmar himself. I can not go there so it has to be here...otherwise...i must try to get into the house of the Witchking.
She looked around looted some barrels and chests...empty.
"where could this thing be. I dont even know for what im looking. I only know its hidden in an Fortress and its of special importanse for my Higher Master from who i got the quest."
Another room, lets have a look inside.. some beds are abandoned very quickly, possibly when the horn of Helmsdeep sounded when the battle was about to begin. The next room she inspected showed her an same sight.
She walked around the corner and Eressa knew this hall. The hall of her own chamber in time of war. Here she had multiple nightmares, about Orcs and Saruman and Sauron. She dreamed that she had the Ring of Power, created with the assistance of the same people who had made her equipment.
Eressa shivers. Maybe this armor and sword had some magical properties, unknown by the half-elf.
"I hope these things are created with the forces of Good and there wont be spilled any blood during the making of it. Let it be the equipment of a champion, immune to curruption. Unfortunatly, no-one is immune to corruption, even the wisest being can turn to Evil. The One Ring has corrupted Saruman, just as he corrupted Isildur in the past."
still theres no sigh of any living creatures nor the artifact...
"Sigh, lets hope this is the right fortress..."
« Reply #2 on Nov 12, 2005, 9:51am »
Akhorahil just entered anothe hallway when he noticed someone approaching from the other side. He could not hear or see the person, but he felt it. A sickening aura of goodness surrounded the individual. Akhorahil felt a deep revulsion for this aura. He hated the approaching person passionately before he had even seen or heared it.
"I wonder what's the source of this repulsive aura. It might be someone carrying an item of great holy power. Or perhaps some kind of avatar or holy geing is coming closer."
It must be destroyed! I can't endure the feelings it creates. Hear me Akhorahil, you must annihalate this being.
Not being able to resist the voice, Akhorahil started walking towards the other person. Then a plan sprang into his mind. What if it was looking for the same item? What if it knows where it is. Better let it live a little longer to see if it knows anything. Better examinate before slaughtering it.
Akhorahil turns around and mover back trough the hall. At the end, he opens a door at his left and enters a small corridor. He walked around, trying to find a way to get behind his enemy.
Then he saw her, walking up the hall where he had noticed her. She was a paladin, a champion of good. But Akhorahil withheld his his burning desire to slash her troat with his dark sword and hid in the shadows, and followed her silently.
« Reply #3 on Nov 13, 2005, 5:05am »
"Where could that thing be, "
she walked on troughout the hall and looks in every direction before her. She grows tired of this search for an Artifact, but it needs to be found.
", i dont even know how it looks like. Maybe it already has been found, and taken to Barad'Du..no, it just have to be in this fortress.
But this place is huge, and i am alone to look for it....I hope.."
When she spoke her last few words, she felt something, strange. Something that she had felt many times before, but always it was slightly different then the other times.
Eressa identified the feeling as the thought she WASN'T alone as she therefore supposed.
An aura of Evil surrounded the Fort of Helmsdeep. Saruman and his army of Uruk'hai had let a deep scar in the place. Where first was a great feeling of Good and Safety, Saruman had bring a new feeling.
Evil, Hatred and Danger had mixed with the aura. Now this fort was persistently in conflict with itself.
"Evil has marked this place, fore-ever. How can an artifact of good lay hidden in an bastion where evil and good is in conflict."
She quietly overthought her question.
"Off coarse! The artifact is good, so it would be hidden in an area overruled by Good, not scarred by the evil foes of Helmsdeep. Now i only have to search for the spot with the strongest good aura."
Her feeling that she was followed by something evil had not entirely disappeared. Far worse, it had become stronger and stronger. She almost began to feel treathened.
There is no doubt about it. I am followed by some kind of servant of evil. Perhaps an captain of Saruman, or worse...
"So many slaughtered here. I can still hear their dying screams. I can still feel their spirits lingering. They sing to me, the beautifull chorus of the dead."
Akhorahil starts to seach the room.
"Yet so many good soldiers were wasted here. Thousands of strong orcs, so use full. What a waste"
Akhorahil's world turned pitch black, then collapsed under the weight of the voice in his head.
They were of no importance. It is only the ring that counts. Only the ring can decide the outcome of this battle. The orcs are only the poison that kills our enemies, not the blade that will deliver it. And there is plenty of poison left. Now get on with the search! The amulet must be here, and it must be found!
Akhorahil searched the room. Nothing. Again. No amulet.
"It is not here, master."
Patience, Akhorahil, is the key to victory.
Akhorahil proceeded to the next room.
« Reply #1 on Oct 31, 2005, 4:03pm »
Eressa walks trough the hall, in the dim light of her glowing sword. Her shield is prepared to attack...
My God has informed me about an item, hidden in this stronghold. I fought here, few weeks ago, maybe a month, but it seems almost an year ago. Where is that thing, that artifact?
Slowly Eressa walks to the western fort, taking good sense of all what happens around her.
I thought it was somewhere around here, it just has to be here. Where else could it be? I checked Minas Tirith, the ruins of the watchtower of Amon Sul. The only place i did not search for it is Minas Morgul, the fortress of the great Witchking of Angmar himself. I can not go there so it has to be here...otherwise...i must try to get into the house of the Witchking.
She looked around looted some barrels and chests...empty.
"where could this thing be. I dont even know for what im looking. I only know its hidden in an Fortress and its of special importanse for my Higher Master from who i got the quest."
Another room, lets have a look inside.. some beds are abandoned very quickly, possibly when the horn of Helmsdeep sounded when the battle was about to begin. The next room she inspected showed her an same sight.
She walked around the corner and Eressa knew this hall. The hall of her own chamber in time of war. Here she had multiple nightmares, about Orcs and Saruman and Sauron. She dreamed that she had the Ring of Power, created with the assistance of the same people who had made her equipment.
Eressa shivers. Maybe this armor and sword had some magical properties, unknown by the half-elf.
"I hope these things are created with the forces of Good and there wont be spilled any blood during the making of it. Let it be the equipment of a champion, immune to curruption. Unfortunatly, no-one is immune to corruption, even the wisest being can turn to Evil. The One Ring has corrupted Saruman, just as he corrupted Isildur in the past."
still theres no sigh of any living creatures nor the artifact...
"Sigh, lets hope this is the right fortress..."
« Reply #2 on Nov 12, 2005, 9:51am »
Akhorahil just entered anothe hallway when he noticed someone approaching from the other side. He could not hear or see the person, but he felt it. A sickening aura of goodness surrounded the individual. Akhorahil felt a deep revulsion for this aura. He hated the approaching person passionately before he had even seen or heared it.
"I wonder what's the source of this repulsive aura. It might be someone carrying an item of great holy power. Or perhaps some kind of avatar or holy geing is coming closer."
It must be destroyed! I can't endure the feelings it creates. Hear me Akhorahil, you must annihalate this being.
Not being able to resist the voice, Akhorahil started walking towards the other person. Then a plan sprang into his mind. What if it was looking for the same item? What if it knows where it is. Better let it live a little longer to see if it knows anything. Better examinate before slaughtering it.
Akhorahil turns around and mover back trough the hall. At the end, he opens a door at his left and enters a small corridor. He walked around, trying to find a way to get behind his enemy.
Then he saw her, walking up the hall where he had noticed her. She was a paladin, a champion of good. But Akhorahil withheld his his burning desire to slash her troat with his dark sword and hid in the shadows, and followed her silently.
« Reply #3 on Nov 13, 2005, 5:05am »
"Where could that thing be, "
she walked on troughout the hall and looks in every direction before her. She grows tired of this search for an Artifact, but it needs to be found.
", i dont even know how it looks like. Maybe it already has been found, and taken to Barad'Du..no, it just have to be in this fortress.
But this place is huge, and i am alone to look for it....I hope.."
When she spoke her last few words, she felt something, strange. Something that she had felt many times before, but always it was slightly different then the other times.
Eressa identified the feeling as the thought she WASN'T alone as she therefore supposed.
An aura of Evil surrounded the Fort of Helmsdeep. Saruman and his army of Uruk'hai had let a deep scar in the place. Where first was a great feeling of Good and Safety, Saruman had bring a new feeling.
Evil, Hatred and Danger had mixed with the aura. Now this fort was persistently in conflict with itself.
"Evil has marked this place, fore-ever. How can an artifact of good lay hidden in an bastion where evil and good is in conflict."
She quietly overthought her question.
"Off coarse! The artifact is good, so it would be hidden in an area overruled by Good, not scarred by the evil foes of Helmsdeep. Now i only have to search for the spot with the strongest good aura."
Her feeling that she was followed by something evil had not entirely disappeared. Far worse, it had become stronger and stronger. She almost began to feel treathened.
There is no doubt about it. I am followed by some kind of servant of evil. Perhaps an captain of Saruman, or worse...