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| Topic Started: Oct 25 2009, 10:24 AM (132 Views) | |
| Will | Oct 25 2009, 10:24 AM Post #1 |
 
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The wide stretching plains of the Pelenor disappeared in the general direction of the now silent half mountain of auredruin. The rocky ring surrounding the now hollowed out memorial of what had once existed in the darker days of Middle Earth, stabbing up into the sky like thousands of extra sharp beach umbrella’s scattered as evenly as can be managed. Not much happened nowadays, not many interesting things happened, there was some rumours that the surviving orcs from the Black Gate assault had managed to make their way round Lorian and reach the now darkened dank place of Moria. Caralgir could remember travelling through Moria once, it seemed on route during one of his little expeditions and he had to admit that it wasn’t one of his most favourite places to go. He didn’t encounter any trouble, just spent a very long time with his guide wandering down endlessly dark passageways that seemed to be put there because the designer just got bored and decided to be irritating. Lorian hadn’t been too pleased with his existence, seeing him to be sick and twisted to allow him into the city. He had been given supplies though, so they werent completely devoid of feeling for him But as Caralgir lay calmly a little way away from the great walls of Minas Tirith in the dust of the Great Plains he couldn’t help but think that things were still better during the second war. The sense of mild but not really all that desperate worry over this supposed mass spawning of orcs was just far too dull for Caralgir to take notice of. He didn’t like peaceful middle Earth, that wasn’t his purpose. The Sound Of Madness just didn’t really seem like much of a peaceful politics advisor, especially since he found farming crops and rebuilding walls to be the definition of tedium. Hence why he was out here. It wasn’t usual for anyone to be outside the walls simply because there was no reason to be outside, but Caralgir liked it. It got him away from both the new tedium of his duties and the mindless sheep that some people call citizens. It irritated Caralgir, to know that with just one knife he could have any city ready to eat each other, yet, he had to be content with the state of it all and fight on. He crossed his legs and stared at the insides of his eyelids, the sun lighting them up as he listened to the hustle and bustle from inside the city. The Kings coronation had been interesting. People hailing the dawn of a new age, to Caralgir it was a dull age. The man would have to pull off some really new things if he was going to be remembered as anything but the man who saved the city from falling. A good reputation granted, but not enough for him to linger. Caralgir had only vaguely attended the coronation itself, he didn’t think that his…air would exactly be much of a normal thing to the people. Some had even tried to appeal to him about the spike he insisted on driving into his temple, no, that as part of him, it wouldn’t go, just like the scars. He sighed to himself and changed legs absent mindedly, wondering what this new rumoured threat was going to do to this ‘peaceful’ Middle Earth. He was the best to manhy, the warrior who didnt care. The warrior who always led, almost as if he wished to die. Caralgir didnt care about whagt he was called, he just cared about one thing and one thing ony. “HUSS!” He shouted harshly at the sky, breaking his half dose... |
 
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| nehlo | Oct 29 2009, 10:28 PM Post #2 |
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Arithnar stood up in his saddle as he rode across the Pelenor. To the south he could see the mighty Anduin shimmering in the sunlight and the reflections of the gleaming city of Minas Tirith to the west. Riding hard he pondered as to why he was in Gondor as opposed to defending the people of Arnor. Three weeks earlier he had received a dispatch from Gondor asking him to investigate a new captain in the service of Minas Tirith named Caralgir and his history. Riding past the mounds of those who had fallen in defence of Gondor, Arithnar began to reflect upon those dark days, suddenly the sight of a lone figure on the plains snapped him out of his revery. Squinting he could make out the faint outline of a man about a league distant from the walls. Putting his heels to his horses flanks Arithnar rode hard for the distant figure. Drawing close he could see a man dressed all in Black from head to toe., matching his description of Caralgir. Bringing his horse to a stop beside the man he leaned down from the saddle and spoke. "Am I addressing Caralgir? My name is Arithnar Son of the North and I have been sent to speak with you." Edited by nehlo, Nov 11 2009, 07:29 PM.
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"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made." Groucho Marx "Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde "A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools." Douglas Adams | |
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| Will | Oct 31 2009, 11:12 PM Post #3 |
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Caralgir's musings were interrupted. You dont really expect to hear much nowadays on the feilds of the Pellenor. Not many people ventured into its empty and positively worthless landscapes, people only ever seemed to do what they needed to do nowadays. What ever happened to doing what you wanted instead of what you needed? There was a rumour going around that they were going to try and expand the city of Minas Tirith, trying to extend it accross the Pellenor fields on the basis that they were simply not of much use. It was Caralgir himself who had actually started this rumour, simply because he wanted to see the reaction of the Gondorian civillians. Whether they were the traditionalists Caralgir loathed so much or whether they were the kind of people to get exited over such an idea. Hooves echoed through Caralgir's mind, the hooves getting louder and louder as the stranger approached. Until they stopped, suddenly, Caralgir relaxed a little, he didnt like having his peace disturbed, it was one of the rudest things you could do to him. Something he would not tolerate if he had his way. He heard his name being uttered and his eyes snapped open, staring directly at the blue sky with a few miscrient clouds tainting the near perfect surface. He sat up abruptly, hearing the man's name and his buisness, it wasnt usual for people to come such a long way just to talk with him. It was unusual for people to even want to talk to him and woth good reason, with his reputation not many people felt that they could sustain a genuine conversation with the man. "I am Caralgir." He said blankly, getting to his feet, his hand moving steadily round to the back of his belt where the long metal spike he often used on himself rested. He removed it from his belt and stood there facing the man in his long black robe only juast covering his torso. His fingers twirling the spike as he examined the rider. "What do you wish to speak to me about?" |
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| nehlo | Oct 31 2009, 11:42 PM Post #4 |
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Now that he was closer to the man Arithnar was shocked by his appearance, his unkempt hair hang down to his shoulders like a mop. Running down the side of his face were two huge tear-marks stenciled in what looked like charcoal. But more worrying was the huge number of scars on the side of head, all neat little round marks that could not have come from an enemy blade. The horrifying truth that this suggested, that the man had administered them himself shocked Arithnar to his core. All in all Caralgir struck Arithnar as being a servant of the Dark Lord as opposed to a captain of Gondor. Arithnar noticed that the man was twirling a spike around in his hand and instinctively put his hand behind him onto the handle of saex knife. Looking closer at the spike he could just make out dried flakes of red blood on its tip. Using the basic knowledge of field surgery known to all rangers he noticed that the diameter of the spike looked like a match for the scars on the mans face. Realising that the man had responded to him, Arithnar marshaled his thoughts back to the matter at hand. "I understand that you have recently come into the service of Gondor. Unfortunately we have little information about you, I have been sent to rectify that situation. Edited by nehlo, Nov 11 2009, 07:32 PM.
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"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made." Groucho Marx "Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde "A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools." Douglas Adams | |
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| Will | Oct 31 2009, 11:57 PM Post #5 |
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Caralgir watched the man react to his general appearance, he was used to the pause. The slight abrupt pause that seperated the meaning from the obvious judgement that was put forward by the opposite party. He turned his head to the side in an involuntary twitch and licked his lips as the man replied to his question. He had to admit that he had enjoyed his time in the White city so far, his original home nation of Rohan choosing to shun him as a civillian and only fight begrudgingly beside him had proved to be much less hospitable. The Uruks of Isengard and the Orcs of Mordor had considered him to be the outsider but had embraced him as their own due to his bloodthirsty devil may care style, they deared him when he was there. Now Gondor had embraced him but remained wary of him, seeing him certainly as a unique type of man indeed. He heard why he was here and nodded slowly in an almost bored way , of course, the king or any of his councel wouldnt accept a stranger into their forces in such a position to cause havoc either way if he wanted to without checking up on them, without knowing everything they possibly could about. "I was born in Rohan and watched my parents be slaughtered what more is there to know?" He said simply, his hand balling into a fist around the spike in his hand suddenly as he shook slightly before twitching his head once more and seeming to calm down slightly with a lick of his lips. "What do you care about my past for? I fight here and i do my job, thats all you need to know." He glanced down at the spike in his hand as though stealing himself from doing something before his eyes shot back up to this rider from the North. |
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| nehlo | Nov 1 2009, 09:11 AM Post #6 |
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Arithnar listened as Caralgir spoke, seeing Caralgir's eyes flit down toward his spike he tightened his grip on his saex. It struck him as odd that a man born in Rohan should serve the white tree as opposed to the white horse, but decided it was not his place to comment. Remembering why he was here he pulled out the dispatch and read it quickly. "Apparently when you joined the service of the King it was clear you had experience of war and yet there is no record of you fighting for Gondor. The high command wishes to know who you fought for previously and why you are no longer in their service. They will have this information or your service will be terminated, and I have been granted the power to do that. Do I make myself clear?" Edited by nehlo, Nov 11 2009, 07:33 PM.
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"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made." Groucho Marx "Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde "A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools." Douglas Adams | |
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| Will | Nov 8 2009, 01:39 PM Post #7 |
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Not many people would have considered what this man said to be a threat, but then Caralgir wasn’t exactly part of the majority in any walk of life. Others would have seen what the man had said to be a statement or at most a warning, but no, Caralgir had instantly read it as a threat. It was nature really, he heeded the threats then promptly ignored them, in this case however he thought that he had better heed the threat, it wasn’t in his best interests to have to make his way back to one of his former alliances like Isengard or even worse Mordor. He was however somewhat surprised that no one who also fought on the front lines had recognised him, you would think that a human fighting under one of the dark powers of middle earth amidst a sea of orcs would stand out slightly. Not exactly the elephant in the room but definitely the syringe poking out of the green salad. His head twitched to the side once more and his tongue darted out to wet the lips that were far from needing the moisture. He walked closer to the man’s horse, seeming to pay more attention to the horse than he did to the rider. He brought his hand up and stroked the horse’s mane with an almost reverent air of gentleness about him, as the horse almost seemed to hold its breath as Caralgir’s wild eyes glared into its averted gaze. “Fine.” He said after a very long pause, still glaring at the horse as he petted it, starting to try and move his head into the horses gaze, as his eyes looked at the horse with such intensity you wouldn’t really be too surprised if the horse burst into flame. He made a move as if to bite the horse before stopping just over its nose as it whinnied. He drew back, his mouth still half open as he twitched and licked his lips once more; he gave the horse one last pat before finally turning his attention back to the man riding the horse. “I have worked for myself, nothing more. Terminate my services at your own risk.” He said simply with the same wild look in his eyes. |
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| nehlo | Nov 11 2009, 07:26 PM Post #8 |
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Arithnar looked on in shock as Caralgir made to bite his horse. Twitching back on the rains he expertly steered his steed away from the crazed maniac beside him. The way Caralgir had bared his teeth at the horses neck was disconcertingly akin to the way that Sauron's orcs had acted, reflexes honed in countless skirmishes drew his saex knife halfway out of its sheath before he could even think about stopping himself. Sheathing the blade he leant down to sooth his skittish steed. Caralgir was starting to disturb him now, the barely concealed madness and hunger behind his eyes was truly disturbing. In all his years of combat Arithnar had never seen anyone looking like that, no man of the west anyway... Marshaling his scattered thoughts he registered the threat implicit in Caralgir's last remark. "Captain of Gondor or not, one does not simply make idle threats at a Dunedain Ranger and servant of the king. Do you understand me?" |
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"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made." Groucho Marx "Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde "A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools." Douglas Adams | |
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| Will | Nov 12 2009, 07:09 PM Post #9 |
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Caralgir watched as the horse was drawn away from him, the great muscular neck swinging the head away almost in slow motion. He could practically measure the hairs in the horses mane as they swung further and further away from him, he almost felt as though he could live for these creatures as this one was instructed away from him. They didnt want for much and if truth be told they didnt do very much, yet, they were still incredibly sensitive. If you hit one it would succumb, if you were kind to one it would obey you. Reliant on its owner and yet completely oblivious to the fact that its owner was much less of a man without it, that was how they were seen in the realm of Rohan at least. The vessels of advantage that you must respect at all times, over on the other side they were usually seen as food and finally over here i Gondor, they werent really seen as creatures, more tools. It was a shame as the head swung away from him, the creature had no bearing or grip on what was going on in the world what so ever. However he didnt exactly have time to explain matters to the horse as he heard the man's voice once more. A Dunedain indeed, they thought they were the world just for the long life they were blessed with, they assumed that just because they were the men of the North they were therefore garrunteed respect anywhere they went. He walked slowly up the horse, standing right beside the man, his wild eyes glaring up at him involuntarily. "I am not 'one' i am not even naught. I do my job my way. I have been criticized for the way i work, but my way has been tolerated by the highest in Gondor. You know why? Because it works! So you can wander into my way of life and expect all the respect you want but dont you dare expect to get it auntil youve proven you deserve it, until then, do whatever you came here to do." |
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| nehlo | Nov 13 2009, 02:18 PM Post #10 |
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Arithnar registered the implications of Caralgir's last words and a fire was lit inside him, he would prove to this man that he should take him seriously. "Very well, I am to escort you to the loremasters in Minas Tirith. There we will consult the records and if we cannot find anything about you there, well then we shall journey wherever we must to find the records." Then Arithnar spotted a raven flying across the Pelennor. Taking one of his swan fletched arrows from his quiver he nocked it to his bow and took aim. The arrow flew true and the bird plummeted to the ground transfixed by his shaft. Grinning Arithnar turned to Caralgir "Now, shall we go?" |
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"The secret of life is honesty and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you've got it made." Groucho Marx "Always forgive your enemies - nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde "A common mistake that people make when trying to design something completely foolproof is to underestimate the ingenuity of complete fools." Douglas Adams | |
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