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Post by alcorad on Jan 21, 2006 17:10:58 GMT -5
A castle of Mordor that stood in the northern Ephel DĂșath, on the slopes some miles west of the Isenmouthe.
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Celine
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~Those who Live by the Sword, shall die by the sword~
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Post by Celine on Jan 21, 2006 19:11:48 GMT -5
Celine had heard of alcorad, and wanted to seek him out..she was at the castle doors and didn't really know how to knock, or for that matter get his attention...or if he was even home.. "Hello?...Is the Lord Alcorad present?"
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Post by alcorad on Jan 25, 2006 18:27:58 GMT -5
An ominous shuffling of moving feet echoed about the ravine that led to the mighty doors of old Durthang, greatest castle of the Ephel Duath. Something was coming. No. Not something but somethings and they were coming swiftly. Identity known or not, the inhabitants of the Ephel Duath were of orcish breed, proud in their lineage with a seething hatred for all other races for to them none were worthy of their trust or their friendship. They were only worthy of death and even that in itself was a gift compared to what they were capable of. Deep in the darkest dungeons of Cirith Ungol and Barad-dur many other cruel deaths awaited those who infiltrated the mountain walls without gaining the leave of the Morannon Guard.
And so it came to pass that the progression of feet and clamor of steel and stone grew louder and clearer as the guards of Durthang drew clearer. Shadows stirred among the crags and the clear quiet sound of arrows being notched and aimed became known to Celine. She was in an odd predicament and no matter how skilled she was, any wrong move would gain her a swift delivery from pain and torture... that is unless the captain found her to be more than some vagabond of the hills. "Who goes there?" sounded the harsh voice of the Morgul Orc Captain that resided within Durthang. "Few are allowed to infiltrate Mordor and live without the consent of the Lord of Lugburz. State your business swiftly so that we may pass judgment upon you."
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