Posted by: Lord Nar
Apr 6, 2008
(39 days and 3 hours ago)
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Isengard: Baby, don't fear the reaper...
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The lightning crackled with mesmerising imprecision, spears from the heavens ripping across the skies, as the torrential downpour saturated, and then flood the fields. When the skies piss on the world, they piss on everyone: prince or pauper. Narâktrahdam recollected the snippet of his past that his mind had dredged up, one of his father’s old saying, it brought a wry smile to his face. The Tower of Isengard rose into the skyline, a pillar of knowledge (…foolhardiness), strength (…greed) and courage (…cowardice). Narâktrahdam had once occupied the tower, its ruler, it was so many ages ago that the memory seemed a legend even to him. In the distance, Narâktrahdam could see the Uruks scuttling, from one makeshift tent to another: he would have sighed, felt some remorse – but he cared nothing for these beasts, they were merely tools, implements to help him. They always would be. His gnarled hands held the staff, imbued with ancient magic and less-ancient fictitious myths, he moved towards the camps. His robes dragging in the mud, his unruly hair matted to his forehead. The thunder exploded across the skyline once more, heralding his unexpected return.
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That should say 'Lord Narâktrahdam'... Blame retarded GT. =/ |
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Lord Nar
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Apr 6, 2008
(39 days and 3 hours ago)
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Lord Naraktrahdam
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Apr 6, 2008
(39 days and 3 hours ago)
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Aderis had detected this evil...the uprising of Uruks under a new banner. With a solemn attitude the boy had whenever there was a boot that needed to be stuck somewhere, he had marched to Isengard. Now that he was here, it was time to make sense of things, and probably would involve a display of might, magic, and telling someone he needed to go play with a bunny or something. Aderis was a boy -- only into his eighteenth summer, seen as a young one by most. He had aqua blue robes that seemed to deny the purchase of dirt, water, or anything else, and flowed behind him as if he was walking up against a gentle wind. His face was gaunt, though, and his build was athletic, though in no way that of a warrior. his green eyes were agate-hard when he saw the abberrant tower and the more aberrant man standing on it. He brought a staff...it was something Amber would have encouraged. He willed distances to bend slightly, and in a few minutes, he found his strides had taken him to the top of the tower where this mad one stood, hatching malevolant plots. "Hey there. How's the day greeting you?" The innocence in the tone was that of any young boy, but the determined look belied his innocence. ((*sigh* It's my duty as the White Wizard to come here and say ''no, bad maniacal madman! Bad! Shoo! Go chew a rubber ducky!" _)) |
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Aderis
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Apr 8, 2008
(37 days and 5 hours ago)
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