The Dark One has returned...

[Morgoth]

This is a story set in a fantasy world(hobbits, dragons, elves, humans, magic, etc.) Actually, it's a future of Tolkien's books. But not to worry, no reading of the books is necessary. The only common trait between the two will be that some bad guys and good guys will be carried over. It's the year 6599(not much in Middle Earth terms, actually) and it's the 10th age of the Great Sun. Everything is peaceful, aside from minor squabbles with the orcs and goblins. These squabbles usually don't even result in death. All characters will start out at the age of 20(of course, in they're own race's 20. That means a Maia would be, in human years, about 490) They will start out in their homeland(first person to post for a race can create the homeland) and hoepfully, will venture forth. The possible races are: Dragon(good one, of course), Maia(Demi-gods), orc(good), Human(of their many lands), elf( and it's many variations), halfling, dwarf, or any half-breed of the pre-listed. There will be actual magic(fireballs, the like) and I will provide the main bad-guys. You can add your own little bad guys after I introduce my bad guys. Actually, your bad guys won't be so little. I'll let them be high ranking officers of my bad guys. I'll play a human warrior. He will be of the Kelds. If you want to post a description, post one, but they are not required. History: enslaved as a child by the Kelds, he showed remarkable physical prowess. He also is quite smart. But he was trained, after they figured out his limits, to be a Keldon Warlord. They brainwashed him and he now stands about 7'6" and is complete muscle. His skin is iron hard, as he has been(once) Taken captive. Thankfuly, he escaped before he was taken to their leader. He now wanders as a free man, having regained his old memory. He returned to his homeland at age 16 and has lived there for 4 years. He now believes it is time to move on. His name: Solaris. His favorite weapon: a huge two handed sword. His armor: A loincloth with undergarments underneath.

IC: Solaris walked through the village, waving to some of his friends. They waved back sadly, knowing it was the last time they would ever see him. He had a grim smile on his face and stood with the 16 year olds in front of the village's gate. The 16 year olds would go seek out their new masters for their apprenticeships, he would go South-West. He had decided upon the lands of Gondor, then the Hobbits that lived in the Shire. The gates swung open, and he walked out and began to move South-West.

 

[Cryo]

OOC; just character species you mentioned are applicable? because I wanted to use my hybrid offspring. Being only a quarter human, half siren, quarter elemental, third fire, third ice, third holy, half neutral, quarter chaotic, 3/8 lawful, part nympho, all femail and only a quarter human! I don't know what class to put her into.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: I'll join here is my bio

Name: Diana
Race: Elf
Hair: red
Eye: a startling forest green

BIO: Diana was born in a kingdown not many know of now for it was destroyed when she was not even a year old. She was taken in by an old Druid and taught the old ways. Her mentor was killed however by a band of theives she luckily had gotten away. Since then she hasn't felt as if she belonged anywhere and is searching for a place to call home.

IC: Diana leaned against a tree contemplating which direction she should head in now. She now stood on Elven territory ruled by King Aivan a rightful ruler. They had met on occasion and become good friends. She had just returned from visiting him and now stood on the Elven border deciding whether to head east or west. She stretched finally making a decision. She would head east towards the mountains. Something inside her urged her that way and Diana had learned to always trust her instincts.

 

[LAVA GODDESSS]

[Edited by LAVA GODDESSS on 04-03-2001 at 06:47 PM]

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Ok, Cryo, those were only ideas. You can use your extrmely long described character.

IC: He stood, wrapped in black in a full black land. Sprawling over miles lay his once glorious armies. In the Void(the land he stood on) he could walk in all directions, upside down and straight up included, but yet could never find the places end. He walked over to another man wrapped in pure black cloaks. He missed a finger on his right hand. "Idiot! I told you to bide your time and get me out of here!" Snarled the standing one, his hand lashing out and hitting the other's head. "That goes for all of you! You were all my lieutenants once, but you all disobeyed direct orders! When we get out of here, which we will do, I'll be sure you all get to feel my true wrath!" he roared at them. They cringed under his might. "Get up! We're moving again! Head East, as always!" he shouted, his shouting taking away some of his rage. The officers pisked themselves up and headed East. After a few hours, they saw a dim light and broke into a run, drawing their weapons.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Diana glanced at the sun as it set behind a distant hill. She had been traveling East for a day now and decided it was time to take a rest. She found a small clearing just inside the forest. She say her bag on the grass. Her bag contained her food and water, it also contained some herbs and her Druidic books. She sat and pulled out her water taking a long swallow as she contemplated what she would do once she arrived at the mountains. She wasn't even sure why she was heading in that direction just something told her it was the right way to go. After eating something Diana stretched out on the grass and fell into a fitful sleep.

 

[Morgoth]

Solaris suddenly walked into a clearing he had not expected. An elf sat in the clearing. "Hello, good lady. I am Solaris. Where might you be traveling today?" he asked, bowing low in good humour, then picking himself up.

 

[Morgoth]

The army suddenly smashed against an unseen wall and stopped. Their most powerful sorcerors couldn't even break it. Then, their leader stepped up and waved a hand in contempt, and the wall dissapeared. The army laughed as they charged down onto the plains and forests. A castle of pure light stood ahead of them, but the army skirted it and burned and killed everything around. Their leader stood up tall and wrapped himself in his black cape, and no longer was he a Dark Lord, terrible and magnificent, but now he was a huge black, swirling mist that consumed all light and spread terror and death. Even his highest lieutenants shrunk away as the mist moved towards the castle. 8 people of pure light stood on the walltops. "What in the name of-?" they asked quietly. But the mist cut short their questions. It touched part of the castle and ripped their glorious palace out of the ground, and crumbled it. The 8's faithful soldiers hacked and slashed at it, but whenever they did, they were obliterated to their very souls. Too late did they apprehend who it was, for it suddenly turned to them and enveloped them.

 

[Lady_Siren]

OOC: Morgoth I'm gonna assume that you stumbled upon me

IC: Diana jumped up her hand automatically going towards her sword then she stopped herself and took a deep breath to calm herself down. "Hello" she said her eyes traveling the length of his body then back up to his eyes. "I'm not sure where I am traveling really.. just somewhere East is all I know" she brushed her hair out of her eyes "Oh ya and my name is Diana"

 

[Morgoth]

"A good choice, but you may want to wait a while. There's a war between the giants and dragons at the moment, and they're quick to take it out on others. Me, I'm heading South-west. Warm weather, tropical beaches, I'll be there soon. Drinking cool ale on a beach. Then getting up and saving them from another monster", daydreamed Solaris, also taking a few looks at Diana.

 

[indyweasel]

A Dwarf I am. I am.

ROOC: I hope there is room for one more?

OOC: Galandarian . An elf from Mirkwood. Was a student of Galadriel before she left Middle Earth. Has become quite a student of the arts of magic, but is still looking for a mentor to teach him the deepest parts of the magic that he controls.

IC: I have no idea why I am going south. I want to see more of the dragons and creatures. The woods have gotten boring and I need to find someone to work with me.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Diana shrugged. "That sounds lovely really. I have visited there before, but right now some thing tells me to head East and I have learned to follow my instincts" Diana's eyes traveled the length of Solaris thinking privatly that he was a bad looking man then pushing those thoughts aside she met his eyes again. "Where are you from?"

 

[Morgoth]

"I am a Keldon Warlord. But no worry, Diana, I was enslaved as a child. I regained my memory a few years ago and have come back to my homeland. I am actually very benovelent, and despise to harm others unless totally necessary. Or unless the Bloodlust sets in. I actually feel that something terribly bad is happening in the East. Something not even the most powerful mages can comprehend. I know, I've talked to them. Would you like to head South-East with me? For truly, the East has changed into something terrible. Look at the horizon. It is covered with black clouds that have not been seen since the Black Wars. Also, someone reported that a huge black mist was there hours ago, but then suddenly dissapeared", said Solaris, his face turning grim at the mention of the darkness.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Glad to have you.

IC: The blackness suddenly became the Dark Lord again and a few lieutenants approached him fearfully. "Lord, what do we do now?" asked what looked to be their strongest. "we move onto the mortals!" hissed the Lord excitedly, an evil look coming into his eyes. The entire army roared approval, then re-formed ranks and moved to the shore. "Make boats, idiots", shouted the Lord, whose face no one could see.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Diana nodded. "I to have sensed that somthing is happening which is why I must travel there. I worry for the people who reside there. I feel a duty to warn them. I will travel with you for a short while"

 

[Always]

mightn't i have a drow character?

(uhh.. drow = dark elf - elf with white hair and black skin and normally very evil, following the spider queen lloth)

a female drow, long silvery white hair, eyes more purple than red - wears chain mail and carries a short bow and two scimitars, both very magical kind of scimitars

name Kalin Do'Urden

is really only half drow but nobody needs to know that... it's like her secret *grins* wait till you see the true form she has *grins* ohhh yes i was at the BT for faaaar too long...

(and for those of you who know what surname Do'Urden is - once the eighth house now dead - Drizzt is her father.)

most elves/humans/good races abhor drow and kill them on sight...

oh yeah! and she has Guenwhyvar, the huge six-hundred-pound magical black panther. Guen is soooo cool wait till you see her!

IC: I sighed and frowned. I wasn't having any luck with following this damned trail and I really wanted to let Guen rest a bit in the Astral Plane.

I'd left Mithril Hall - Father had been really overprotective lately so i just booked it - I hoped he and Mother weren't too mad at me. So here I was, headed south, following the trail of what I assumed was an elf. A mage, no less, for there was no sign of actual effort to do anything at the few camps I'd found. Just hints of magery to show that the person didn't need to take wood for a fire, didn't bother to clean it up, and the like. I - being the ranger I was - took care of the forest and such things upset me.

So I followed the elf.

 

[Morgoth]

"I see. Hmmm. Perhaps I will join you. It's been a long time since I actually fought anything worthy of Demon-Reaper", said Solaris, fingering the hilt of his sword.

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Fine with me.

IC: The boats were finished, but the Dark Lord simply turned into a huge black dragon. A few others became swimming or flying creatures, but all knew to skirt the wrath of the Graet One. The ones who could not fly or swim got into the boats and set sail. The Dragon's eyes went black for a second, and suddenly a huge hurricane swirled around them, they being in the eye. This was an unstoppable juggernaut of wind and water, with winds hitting 300 mph and water that could rip steel apart like paper. All this moved to the Giant inhabited coastline with no stopping.

 

[Lady_Siren]

Diana smiled at the warrior and nodded. Dawn was just approaching and the sun was peaking up over the mountains. "Shall we get going then?" Standing up she stretched her legs and grabbed her bag then turned and waited for his reply.

 

[Morgoth]

"Of course", he said. He had no pack, but was a natural-born hunter.

 

[Cryo]

A beautyfull young lady sat on the coast, enjoying the view. Her Icy-hot blonde hair flowed in the gental breeze. Inside she was having a conversation with herself. Nothing unusual, just a way to pass the time. Her colorless eyes gazed without seing over the horizon, a slight smile fixed on her face.
Even when the winds began to pick up a little, she never lost that slight smale, that unbreakable gaze.
Then the winds picked up alot. Her eyes flashed red for a moment then reverted back to it's colorless state. Her smile dissapeared and a troubled look appeared. Her eyes remained fixed on the horizon, but it was obvious that there was a turmoil going on.
Eventually the eyes Did break it's gaze. The silver-grey orbs looked around for her armor, and upon finding it, watched as it was adorned. Far away from the beach, near the horizon, a hurricain loomed. Not only that, this one seemed so powerfull as to pull the water and clowds into a swirling 3 mile wide sphere. From this distance, it looked only thesize of a marble, but who knows how hurricains work. it could be upon her in moments if she didn't move. Gathering her geer, she picked up, mounted a hourse and rode south-west.
As she rode, schala couldn't help but think that she saw a large, dark figure flying over the hurricain. Thoughts of that figure frightened her.

....thoughts of what it might entail frightened her more.

 

[captainb]

Shea

ooc: If yer still taking bad guys...

ic: The girl awoke instantly as the body next to her groaned and stirred. A thump and wobbly rumble as an empty bottle hit the floor, and then a soft patter as she hurried from the bed and out the door, grabbing her clothes on the way. Better to be seen dressing in the inn hallway than to still be there when he fully woke.

Shea groaned again and let his feet hit the floor. He held his head for a moment to keep his brain from spilling out, then staggered to his feet, took a step and smacked the bottle with his toe. He hopped and fell cursing against the old chest against the wall and sat grimacing as the pain slowly eased from his toe back to behind his eye where it belonged. A bleary glance at the window gave him good enough reason to stay inside; it looked to be a rainy day, although it sounded like more people than usual on the street. He sighed and shifted to his knees, turning to lift the lid on the chest. It was well made, the most valuable thing by far in the tiny cheap room. Dark oak banded in bronze, now stained and tarnished through years of neglect. The hinges squeaked as he raised the lid and began rooting through the mildewy clothes. Two sword hilts were revealed as he lifted a threadbare shirt. The grips were wrapped in deep maroon leather bound with silver strands, and the crossguards and pommels were also silver, a smooth black gem embedded into the end of each. The scabbards were made of similar leather with silver guards, as was the belt they were attached to. But the silver was nearly black with tarnish and the leather was faded and cracked, looking as decrepit as something in a poor-house auction. His glance swept over and past it as he dug deeper, pushing aside a similar old leather helmet until he finally extracted a half-empty bottle of something green.

He dropped the lid and walked to the window, gulping deeply from the bottle. He coughed and leaned on the windowsill, then gave a great sneeze. He leaned against the sill and looked at the sky. Looks like a real storm brewing up over the ocean, he thought. Haven't seen a sky that black since...well, in a long time. He drank again and watched the people in the street, who seemed unusually animated. He felt a sudden urge and turned to find the chamber pot. And then all thoughts of comfort fled as he stared at the chest which now emitted a faint purple light that seeped through the cracked lid.

He blinked, then slowly moved across the room. Kneeling before the chest he slowly raised the lid. He pushed aside the clothes and uncovered the swords again as the deep light washed over his face. The black gems in their bases were the source, radiating a luminous purple glow. His wide eyes saw the silver trimmings, now gleaming nearly white and reflecting the light shards onto his face. The leather of pommel and scabbard was burnished and glowing as if freshly oiled. The helmet he had pushed aside showed the same transformation, its silver bindings clearly showing where they framed another black gem in the crown, this one carved into the face of a dragon.

He stood holding the helmet in both hands, the bottle falling aside forgotten. Slowly he placed the helmet over his matted hair, then stiffened as the dragon jewel briefly flashed. His mouth opened in silent agony as ribbons of leather flashed out from the helmet, snaking around his arms and chest into intricate spirals and patterns. The leather whipped around his chest and belly, wrapped past his wrists and finished up encasing his hands in the soft red leather, leaving his fingers free. He slowly lowered his arms as the pain eased into comfort and he breathed deep, his head clear and vision sharp as long-unused neural pathways fired fully alive. He lifted the darkly glowing swords and held them before him as he walked to the window. The storm was nearer, the dark clouds clearly whipping past as the waves crashed against the shore. The street was crowded with people making desperate preparations, running with food and boarding up windows as the howling winds approached. He chuckled, feeling more alive than he had in ages. Shea raised the swords in each hand to the gathering darkness and whispered, "He comes."

 

[Morgoth]

He let out a loud, terrible laugh at what was coming. Pretty soon, he simply let the hurricane dissapear. Beofre it did though, he had once again become the Black Mist. Now the mist loomed over the shoreline, and the boats hurriedly pulled onto the shoreline, and tried to stay as far away from him as possible. Suddenly, the mist began to move in on itself and, then, there he stood. The Dark Lord, only now he wielded an enormous sword in one hand while a mace hung at his belt. "Onward!" he roared, pointing towards the town up ahead. The soldiers instantly obeyed the command, charging, weapons drawn. "Take prisoners and recruit!" he loudly reminded them. He himself joined the charge, swinging the sword over his head, creating a dreadful noise.

 

[captainb]

Shea

The girl backed away in fright as Shea reached the bottom of the stairs. She did not recognize him, and he ignored her. Outside, the sky was still dark but the storm seemed to have mutated. Howls and screams echoed over the buildings to his right, down towards the wharves. People were running back and forth as terror began to overtake them. The twin swords growled hungrly in his hands, and in answer he stepped into a running man's path. The man gasped as one blade sliced cleanly into his belly, and Shea held the man aloft with the sword as he brought the other arm back, and then stabbed forward. Both swords pulsed as the second blade pierced the body, and Shea trembled as the life essence was sucked through the swords into him. He staggered as the husk dropped from the blades, screams coming from the people who rushed away from him. He had not felt the rush of power in a very long time.

He turned as a town guard rounded the corner. He skidded to a halt in front of Shea, staring at his strange gear. Before he could act, Shea's hand shot forward and gripped the other's throat. At the touch, silver and leather tendrils lashed out from Shea's gloved hand, whipping around the captured throat. He let go and the guard stood swaying with wide eyes, the tendrils blackly pulsing as they settled around and inside his neck. Shea watched as the man's eyes turned completely black, then he said, "Come with me. We need more recruits." They both turned and marched down the street.

 

[Morgoth]

He laughed loudly, terribly, as he cut a man clear in two, the man's torso spinning in the air for what seemed a full minute before thudding down onto the ground. He had not felt true battle for 10,000 years, yet he was already in his element. His sword rang and whirled as almost defenseless villagers and gaurds made their way towards him. Already, his once perfectly black armor and cape were specked in the red of blood, and he enjoyed it. Every moment. His sword had now just decapitated a gaurd, and just for fun, he speared it and sent it flying, smashing it against a woman who was knocked unconscious. But there were prisoners and those who wished to join his horde. But his soldiers at least had the sense to kill the recruits who were not in shape. They did, strangely, accept women as recruits. Pretty soon he had fought into the Town Center, and just for fun, had blown the whole roof away and smashed down a wall. From all possible openings, gaurds rushed him, but he simply stood still, until finally, he began to whirl around like a small tornado, his sword cuting their bellies open, and their intestines and stomach spilling onto the ground, while he laughed uproariously.