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Post by Sen Starfire on Apr 28, 2005 1:07:23 GMT -5
*With a flick of the wrists, Sen's swords went back into their sheathes. He bowed to Silmariel, and spoke.*
Then it is a good meeting. My name is Sen, and I have come here to speak to the Steward. Forgive my caution earlier; I have not been among friends for a long time.
OOC: Eowyn Tinuvel, who exactly are you trying to warn? If it is me, I will put it in my next post.
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on Apr 28, 2005 10:07:41 GMT -5
OOC: Yes, it is you.
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Apr 29, 2005 12:44:10 GMT -5
Isteleth nodded "You wish to see the steward follow me, you may even get to speak with my father!" she smiled at Sen then turned to Silmariel "So how have things been of late?" she asked
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Post by Silmeriel on Apr 29, 2005 19:33:02 GMT -5
"Middling fair." Silmeriel replied, striding along. "I've not been to Lothlorien of late, but I am here at Lady Galadriel's request- she sent me a messenger."
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 1, 2005 3:43:14 GMT -5
*Sen is just about to go with Isteleth, when he hears a voice yelling to wait. He stops, and a young woman nearly careens into him.* What is it, my lady? What is the matter?
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 1, 2005 7:26:03 GMT -5
OT: im making a bio too
Name: Urlyyk, Mordor Orc Lieutenant Race: Orc Size: 5' 9'' Weight: 113 lbs Looks: Pointy, wrinkly ears, and yellow eyes. His teeth are small, sharp, and yellow, while his eyes are round and medium sized. He wears a dark golden helmet, and dark golden armour that resembles an orc's armour. He has a sheath on his left, he has pale-ish brown skin like an orc, and has a little muscle Weapons: An orc sword, though sharper than most orc swords, two knives, each strapped to his waist. Bio: He was spawned from the Orc pits 3 months before Frodo had the ring. During that time, he proved very useful as an orc, rising to the status of Lieutenant. While Gothmog leads one army, he leads another to aid him in the Destruciton of Minas Tirith and the cities beyond.
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Post by Lady Isteleth on May 1, 2005 9:39:40 GMT -5
((Welcome!!))
Isteleth nodded at Silmariel as she told her about her Grandmothers message. "So what did my Grandmother request you do or is it confidential?" she asked
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 1, 2005 16:53:03 GMT -5
The land was black, dark, and full of smoke. Mordor was as it has always been, except for the frequent spamming of orcs. War had come to Middle Earth, and Mordor needed force in order to achieve its goal, not to mention the ring. Urlyyk was in charge of (obviously orcs) 2500 orcs, 20 trolls, and had 3 cataputls as a start. The Siege towers he would be using were coming... and they numbered , for the walls of Minas Tirith were long. Not to mention he neede many to replace any that were destroyed be the barrage of the trebuchets.
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Post by Silmeriel on May 1, 2005 17:52:54 GMT -5
"Tis indeed confidential." Silmeriel replied. "But come, let us speak of lighter matters, for the days come when the relentless darkness will dampen our spirits for countless time. Let us be merry while me may."
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 1, 2005 18:09:39 GMT -5
Urlyyk was getting impatient. Blood thirsty and eager for war like a common orc, he decided to like. "Im in command of an army. I shall not be held back!" He moved his way to the gate, for he was not far into Mordor, just about a couple hundred feet from the gate.
Once he reached the gate, he yelled at the orcs upon it. "Make way, scum! Open the gate. Urlyyk is moving to attack Minas Tirith!"
The gate, black and tall, opened to show the outside world. It was sunny, but mordor was forever covered in shadow. It was amazing to see the gate opened, creaking. It was so tall, like a door to hell...
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Post by Lady Isteleth on May 2, 2005 2:55:33 GMT -5
(( wow...........))
Isteleth smiled "I agree will you stay for dinner?" she asked smiling
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Post by Silmeriel on May 2, 2005 5:38:07 GMT -5
Silmeriel smiled, relieved. "Gladly."
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Post by Gal - Hiren, Bringer of Hope on May 2, 2005 6:49:16 GMT -5
The gate was fully opened. Now the long march into Ithilien, or any other place, and the lands beyond took place. "Are the siege towers ready?" An orc called, "No, my lord. They are still under construction." "Well, send them through the mountains. We will pick them up at the Cross Roads, or near Minas Morgul." Urlyyk had a glare on his face, the sun shining in his eyes. How he hated it, the sun and the light. The orcs were gathering near him, the trolls just hardly behind. Orcs were moving out of there way so that they may be able to reach Urlyyk. "The catapults will be available to us along with the siege toweres. March, orcs!"
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Post by Eowyn Tinuviel on May 2, 2005 7:04:11 GMT -5
Miralyn almost ran into the man. "I am sorry. Do not think I am mad. I have had a vision of you. I do not know why, but you will be attacked soon. I do not know where. Please let me come with you. I may recognize the place if we get near. Oh, I am Miralyn." she said to the man.
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Post by Sen Starfire on May 3, 2005 1:33:24 GMT -5
*Sen smiled slightly at the lady before him, and bowed.*
Very well, my lady. My name is Sen, and I shall heed your warning well. You may acompany me now, for I am going to see the Steward now. Yet maybe in the days ahead you will not be able to be at my side, as I have much to do and far to travel.
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