*WARNING*
This is set in an alternate universe in middle earth, where Sauron has regained power in Mordor, but as yet has not launched any assaults on the free peoples. It features players from LOTR siege as characters, please don't be offended if I give you the wrong race, I will try my best to get them right. This story assumes that there are other continents other that the undying lands and middle earth, like I said, alternative universe. Also, Saruman is and ally of Mordor, but like Mordor, has not launched an assault on Rohan. If I haven't put you in, and you want me to, post your characters details below!
*Warning over, lets rock!*
The Grey Havens fell first. The new men came from over the see, if indeed the were men. Their boats were pushed by great wheels, and they cast smoke and soot into the sky. The men wore twisted, thick, black steal and fought with long, thin blades. There were rumours that they struck down men and elves with staffs of fire, that punctures even the thickest plate metal. A rider came from the grey havens, to Rivendell, to warn their brethren. This is where our tale begins.
Ds_Nine sped the mare down the long corridors of Rivendell. Elves around him swiftly got out of his way, as he galloped down the corridors, and straight into the master's chambers. 'My lord!' DS_Nine climbed down from the mare who trotted obediently from the room. Lockrules turned from the map he had been studying. 'What is it? Has Sauron made a move to attack Gondor?' 'No my lord, far worse- ARRGGGHHH!' As he stepped forward onto his left leg he remembered that he had been hit by one of the invaders fire sticks. 'BEASTLY!' Called Lockrules, and BeastlyCraft hurried into the room. 'You are well practiced in medicine yes?' 'Yes my lord, but his wound looks, strange...' Beastly bent over DS_nine's leg, and using a long pair of tweezers, he extracted a round metal ball, 1 centimetre in diameter.
In Gondor, at the bards guild in Minas Tirith, Beepbobit was singing and drinking with the other bards. KingJoe poured another pint of whiskey and offered it to him. 'No thanks love, I've had far too much, and it's far too early in the day anyway..' 'Its Joe Beepbop, not the tavern girl, now do you want this pint or will I have it?' At that moment a man in the uniform of the citadel guards barged through the door of the bards guild. 'Beepbopit? KingJoe?' 'The pair both straightened up and brushed off their clothes. The rest of the merrymakers behind them fell silent and positioned themselves to look like a respectable group having a late lunch. 'That's us, whats the matter officer?' 'His majesty Sjeordtim requests your presence immediately, there is quite a problem.'
Beepbop and KingJoe strode into the kings throne room, now looking smart and orderly. They kneeled before the king, and then rose. Along side them stood Mark and Anzra, the best archers in the service of the king. Also there was Wacko, captain of the rangers, and madmanxtreme, commander of the city watch. 'Alright men.' Sjoerdtim climbed down from the throne and handed Wacko a letter. Wacko read the manuscript and passed it down the line. 'We received this from Rivendell this morning. It appears we have a problem.' Anzra was incredulous. 'This must be some trick of Sauron, we should march on Mordor immediately, now that his forces are far away in the north.' 'This is no trick of Sauron bowman. No man in middle earth has weapons of this power.' A soldier of Gondor came hurrying into the room, brandishing another letter. 'Your majesty, we have just received word, the Shire has fallen!' 'What! How did they get there that fast?' 'I don't know your majesty, the elves suspect that it was a second force that landed on the coast further south.'
'At this rate they'll be at Rivendell in 2 days, we must rely on the dwarves to hold them back until we can muster forces to counter this. How many men do you command wacko?' '200 brave rangers your majesty.' 'And how many are in the city watch madman?' '1000 your majesty.' 'Beepbop and KingJoe, how many sell-swords can you rally for Gondor in 2 days?' 'I doubt we have the gold for...' 'You have as much gold as you need.' 'at a pinch, 2000 men.' This will not be enough...' 'Your majesty, we have 500 archers serving in our barracks.' Interjected Mark. 'Still not enough. Who else in middle earth has an army bigger than ours?' 'The dwarves of the misty mountains have 5000 men under their command now, but doubtless they could find more.' 'That makes 8200 men, what of Rohan?' 'They control 2000 horsemen.' '10 200 men, this may be enough...' 'Your majesty...' The messenger interrupted. 'The elves report that the enemy had numbers of 10000 or more, and they also bring women and children...' 'They're not invading, they're colonising...' Muttered Sjeordtim. 'We'll need triple their numbers if we're to combat they're weapons and smoking ships. Does anyone in middle earth have an army of that size? Anyone at all?' 'Well your majesty, theres our friend across the river, Sauron.'
KingJoe swung the black cloak over his shoulders, and mounted the strong black horse. 'You know how dangerous this is Joe?' Questioned Dimitri. 'Sauron is evil at heart, how can you convince him?' 'I don't know, but I will.' Joe dug his heals into the stallions flanks and sped from the gates of the city. He rode through Osgiliath, where women and children gave him strange looks as he black cloak billowed in the wind behind him. He rode long and hard, and soon arrived at the shimmering green walls of Minas Morgul. 'I SEEK TO PARLEY WITH THE DARK LORD! WILL HE ANSWER?' He waited a few anxious minutes, before the gates of the city groaned open, and a lone rider trotted out.
'I am Dimitri, I will speak for the dark lord.'
The rider said in hash, rasping voice. 'I speak for Gondor, will the dark lord listen?'
'To a point, what do you have to say?'
'I have come to warn that, if you don't fight with us for once, you will all be destroyed.'
This is set in an alternate universe in middle earth, where Sauron has regained power in Mordor, but as yet has not launched any assaults on the free peoples. It features players from LOTR siege as characters, please don't be offended if I give you the wrong race, I will try my best to get them right. This story assumes that there are other continents other that the undying lands and middle earth, like I said, alternative universe. Also, Saruman is and ally of Mordor, but like Mordor, has not launched an assault on Rohan. If I haven't put you in, and you want me to, post your characters details below!
*Warning over, lets rock!*
The Grey Havens fell first. The new men came from over the see, if indeed the were men. Their boats were pushed by great wheels, and they cast smoke and soot into the sky. The men wore twisted, thick, black steal and fought with long, thin blades. There were rumours that they struck down men and elves with staffs of fire, that punctures even the thickest plate metal. A rider came from the grey havens, to Rivendell, to warn their brethren. This is where our tale begins.
Ds_Nine sped the mare down the long corridors of Rivendell. Elves around him swiftly got out of his way, as he galloped down the corridors, and straight into the master's chambers. 'My lord!' DS_Nine climbed down from the mare who trotted obediently from the room. Lockrules turned from the map he had been studying. 'What is it? Has Sauron made a move to attack Gondor?' 'No my lord, far worse- ARRGGGHHH!' As he stepped forward onto his left leg he remembered that he had been hit by one of the invaders fire sticks. 'BEASTLY!' Called Lockrules, and BeastlyCraft hurried into the room. 'You are well practiced in medicine yes?' 'Yes my lord, but his wound looks, strange...' Beastly bent over DS_nine's leg, and using a long pair of tweezers, he extracted a round metal ball, 1 centimetre in diameter.
In Gondor, at the bards guild in Minas Tirith, Beepbobit was singing and drinking with the other bards. KingJoe poured another pint of whiskey and offered it to him. 'No thanks love, I've had far too much, and it's far too early in the day anyway..' 'Its Joe Beepbop, not the tavern girl, now do you want this pint or will I have it?' At that moment a man in the uniform of the citadel guards barged through the door of the bards guild. 'Beepbopit? KingJoe?' 'The pair both straightened up and brushed off their clothes. The rest of the merrymakers behind them fell silent and positioned themselves to look like a respectable group having a late lunch. 'That's us, whats the matter officer?' 'His majesty Sjeordtim requests your presence immediately, there is quite a problem.'
Beepbop and KingJoe strode into the kings throne room, now looking smart and orderly. They kneeled before the king, and then rose. Along side them stood Mark and Anzra, the best archers in the service of the king. Also there was Wacko, captain of the rangers, and madmanxtreme, commander of the city watch. 'Alright men.' Sjoerdtim climbed down from the throne and handed Wacko a letter. Wacko read the manuscript and passed it down the line. 'We received this from Rivendell this morning. It appears we have a problem.' Anzra was incredulous. 'This must be some trick of Sauron, we should march on Mordor immediately, now that his forces are far away in the north.' 'This is no trick of Sauron bowman. No man in middle earth has weapons of this power.' A soldier of Gondor came hurrying into the room, brandishing another letter. 'Your majesty, we have just received word, the Shire has fallen!' 'What! How did they get there that fast?' 'I don't know your majesty, the elves suspect that it was a second force that landed on the coast further south.'
'At this rate they'll be at Rivendell in 2 days, we must rely on the dwarves to hold them back until we can muster forces to counter this. How many men do you command wacko?' '200 brave rangers your majesty.' 'And how many are in the city watch madman?' '1000 your majesty.' 'Beepbop and KingJoe, how many sell-swords can you rally for Gondor in 2 days?' 'I doubt we have the gold for...' 'You have as much gold as you need.' 'at a pinch, 2000 men.' This will not be enough...' 'Your majesty, we have 500 archers serving in our barracks.' Interjected Mark. 'Still not enough. Who else in middle earth has an army bigger than ours?' 'The dwarves of the misty mountains have 5000 men under their command now, but doubtless they could find more.' 'That makes 8200 men, what of Rohan?' 'They control 2000 horsemen.' '10 200 men, this may be enough...' 'Your majesty...' The messenger interrupted. 'The elves report that the enemy had numbers of 10000 or more, and they also bring women and children...' 'They're not invading, they're colonising...' Muttered Sjeordtim. 'We'll need triple their numbers if we're to combat they're weapons and smoking ships. Does anyone in middle earth have an army of that size? Anyone at all?' 'Well your majesty, theres our friend across the river, Sauron.'
KingJoe swung the black cloak over his shoulders, and mounted the strong black horse. 'You know how dangerous this is Joe?' Questioned Dimitri. 'Sauron is evil at heart, how can you convince him?' 'I don't know, but I will.' Joe dug his heals into the stallions flanks and sped from the gates of the city. He rode through Osgiliath, where women and children gave him strange looks as he black cloak billowed in the wind behind him. He rode long and hard, and soon arrived at the shimmering green walls of Minas Morgul. 'I SEEK TO PARLEY WITH THE DARK LORD! WILL HE ANSWER?' He waited a few anxious minutes, before the gates of the city groaned open, and a lone rider trotted out.
'I am Dimitri, I will speak for the dark lord.'
The rider said in hash, rasping voice. 'I speak for Gondor, will the dark lord listen?'
'To a point, what do you have to say?'
'I have come to warn that, if you don't fight with us for once, you will all be destroyed.'
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