Thread: The Balrog's Horde
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"Yes, I'll be with you in a second." Legor replied. He walked over to Eleveti's body and searched it. "Heh, nice stuff you got there, remain silent if you want me to have it." Legor said and he smiled.
"Wait for me Grism, you low to the ground Dwarf!"
The others began to walk to the hamlet. Lagor caught up with them when he had finished searching through Elevetis pockets. Together they walked passed the farms to the inn. Tolian was hissing as she was pushed forward by Sevienul. People they passed on the road was startled as they came close enough to see Mogath and Tolian. "They didn't look so strange untill you got closer." they later told when they got home. "One was pale as death, hissing like a snake she was. The other was hooded, tall as any man, but sounded and appeared to be a regular woman untill you got close enough to see. Some kind of uruk I think, a deamon with cold human eyes!"
Mogath enjoyed the surpriced and shocked faces she met as she deliberatly said Hello and Well met to the passers by, so they would look at her and see what she was. "It is so peaceful now that Grom isn't here to stab knifes in my back, don't you think?"
(Id just like to say thanks to Rhapsody who made me community supporter.How do you like my new Avatar?)
Great avatar, Etharion, but it looks very familiar...congrats on your Comm. Supp. status!
Id just like to say thanks to Rhapsody who made me community supporter.How do you like my new Avatar?)
You are welcome Eth, and yeah love the avatar. I wanted to upload a new one, but it stubbornly sticks to the Dol Amroth one..
Mogath grinned at Sevienul. "Nice, Sergei will never recognize you now." She strolled over to the bar. "Hey barkeep, remember me?" He didn't look too pleased to see her.
"Unfortunatly, yes I do. I see you brought more friends this time." Mogath shrugged. "Wouldn't exactly call them friends. One is for sale if you want her or know someone who might. Did you see a blond fellow in black armour? Quite full of himself, rather... never mind, the other have found him. Bring us beer and something to eat.
The people in the inn are all yours. But starting a fight in a tavern filled with armed men is not a good idea.Trade, talk, drink, eat, enjoy yourself. There won’t be many taverns where we are going.
Mogath found the crowd at the inn to be annoyingly silent and business to be slow, and stepped up onto a chair. "Folks of Riverside hamlet! Why so shy? It is not like you fine folks to miss this golden opportunity of making a real bragain! From this gorgeous cross-bow to this lovely lady here!" she waved towards Sevienul who pulled the hood of the girl. "You will only get one chance! We'll be gone tomorrow and so will our goods. Come now, I won't tell your wives nor your husbands!"
A few more people came, soon she began to pick up talk about a big orc and a warg.
"Grom, that idiot." she thought. Then a familiar figure appeared in the doorway. She threw a piece of bread at Sevienul to get her attention. "Here comes Sergei!"
Amarie, my brain hurts. Too many screaming Girl Scouts today(I am a co-leader of my daughter's troop). What can I do with Sergei, is anyone going to play his part, and how do we know him? I will try to come up with some inpromptu stuff on him tomorrow. And I think you were doing just fine as GM, neglectful or no.
"Good evening, Mogath." The tone wasn't all too loving, but neither was the response.
Mogath leaned back on her chair and folded her hands across her chest. "Hello Sergei, what a.. pleasure to see you again. How IS life treating you?"
He ignored the question. "I heard you had come back."
"Yes, isn't it.. wonderful?"
"It's been a while."
"Where is Sevienul?"
"You know where she is, you saw her." She started to drink her beer, taking forever to finish, clearly signalling that the conversation was over.
With a short 'hmf' he continued over towards Sevienul. Mogath leaned back over the table and glanced around to see where the others were.
"What do you want Sergei?" She placed one hand on the table and one on her sword, which was out of sight.
"Do not forget that you owe me. You stole from me, and I do not permit theives to live, as a rule. But, seeing that it's you..."
"You will not see one single coin from me, my dear. What I take becomes my own. Don't you have a wife to attend to?"
Sergei stared silently into her eyes for a long moment. "That is a dirty thing to say."
"Yeah, well, she wouldn't have been taken if you had cooperated in the first place! Besides, I was following orders from the traitor, Saruman. It was all part of the big plan to take over these parts...I care not of the outcome, only the pay, mind you."
"I loved her! You foul wench, that I had only killed you last year when I had the chance! And to think you posed as my friend!"
"I was your friend, but money and notoriety are far better friends, don't you think?" She had just about enough of the conversation. " Sergei, either try to avenge her death and kill me, or else move aside. I have more important business to tend to." She stood, collected herself and began to walk away back to the others.
"You cannot walk away from me, Sevienul! I will not let you leave this hamlet alive!"
"Grom? Grom the uruk-hai?!" Several people rose from their tables. Sergeis temper was known and he had many versions of his wifes disapparence, nobody really believed any of them anymore or bothered much with his arguments. But this stranger with the sword spoke a deeply hated name.
"No! No, not Grom, Grum! Grum the dog. Ugly as a troll, but harmless. You wouldn't wanna see him. And we were just leaving now, weren't we, my blond friend?" She grabbed Tolian and began to motion her to the door. She saw in the corner of her eye the barkeeper whispering something to Grism and Legor. She hoped they would listen to him and get out. People in the room began to stirr even more and mumble in a not so pleasant way. "Yet another lovely visit at the Riverside inn." she thought to herself. "I must remember to come here more often..."
((Erf...been so long since I posted here. If it's not okay to do the spy dude, just holler n I'll edit it!))
Mogath glanced at Gamfret. "Oh it's you. Too bad we can't stay and chat, we are kinda in a hurry as you might see." She hurried after Sevienul and suddenly noticed Tolian stopped hissing and fighting back. "Well well, so even the queen of hissy fits gets tired of hearing herself whine and complain."
It made running while carrying the half vampire a lot easier and Mogath got the chance to wonder if Sevienul was joking or not when it came to the oliphant .
Adreia, I love the spy. Throws a good old cog in the wheel...isn't that what you serious writers call a "plot-bunny"? Anyway, I hope you stay on and continue with Tolian...she may find herself free soon, not to be sold...Then again, you might make a fair trade for the transportation!
Sevienul also saw something in the bushes as she ran along the road and promptly let one of her arrows fly in the direction of the suspected guest. "Once again, we have company, Mogath. Ready your blade! Tolian, if you want to be free, you will cooperate and use whatever battle skills you possess now for us, we may need to fight our way outta here. I'd rather die a hundred deaths before I'm bested in this old hamlet." She turned and waited for the others to catch up, and motioned for them to hurry.
Arthas finished a few boring and rather dull lives of some villagers and then ran for it. He was heavily outnumbered and he knew it. While he ran he yelled "Where the heck is everyone?? Oy!!?"
Mogath let Tolian down in a not so gentle fashion. "Fine, whatever keeps you from screaming in my ear. No one in their right mind would buy you anyway. Too skinny for food and Morgoth knows if you have proper blood or not." With a sigh she gave Tolian a knife she had 'picked up' at the inn. "Might as well give you something to fight with. But don't try to use it on me. Now hurry and follow Sevienul."
Cool, then oliphaunt it is...and I agree Amarie, that sure won't last long at all! Much too imposing to blend in with the bushes, wouldn't you say? Hey, Eth-that bit about killing a few hamletarians on the way out is great! Very, very evil...
As ready as they were, no battle came; Sevienul saw nor heard anything more from the suspected spy, so she began to run again as the Hamletarians caught up to them, complete with pitchforks in hand. Xavier's land was not far from where she, Mogath, Tolian, Arthas, Gamfret and Grism were. As they were running, a horse ran up alongside them, their rider concealed by a dark hood and cloak. "Quickly, put the dwarves on the horse. And do not get confused, I want your money, I care not of your lives."
"Good to see you, too, Xavier. Tell me, how did you know we were here?"
"Look behind you. How could I not." The angry mob was fast approaching.
That's really a good idea?! Yayz, I feel special!
Oh, I've bene here, but I was with Icefangs somewhere other else, and he wasn't posting, so I finally got out of there and found my way back here. I always seem to show up in random places, running into people. I've been posting the past two days I think.
She turned around again with a grin. "They are as dumb as sheep. And speaking about dumb, where is Arthas?"
Sevienul hoisted the dwarves onto the horse's back and called to Xavier as he rode off toward his homestead "You better not try anything funny with those dwarves, Xavier, or Mogath here will be eating your liver for dinner!" She resumed running, along with everyone, and with the crowd behind, ran off of the road into the forest that bordered it. "We cannot be seen going to his place...Mogath, I don't remember the shortcut...will you lead us on? We'd better hurry, though, I think Arthas may not last much longer without being able to bark out some orders, stupid male."
Meanwhile, the spy came up to Mogath from behind, then swirved off the the left some, fighting alongside her.
1. We are outside, running towards Xaviers land. No floors.
2. Barbie was invented only a few decades ago.
Mogath quickly got up from Arthas push and continued running, giving him an odd look as he shouted after her.
"Blondie seems to be a little upset." she said with a grin to Sevienul. "Hope I didn't make him cry." A few quick hamletarians (love that word, whether it exists or not) had to be fought of. Suddenly a man appeared at her side, his face was hidden under a dark hood, but he made sure she got a glimpse of his face. Probably so she wouldn't kill him.
"You??" she asked in surprise. "Yes, it's me. Not a word. I've got a life to live you know."
Mogath nodded then shouted to the others. "To the right! Through the big gate to the right!"
Together they all managed to get through the gate and close it.
Tall stonewalls and a strong gate separated them from the bloodthirsty horde of people outside. They would either have to run around, or break down the gate or climb over the wall. A few women and children on the courtyard ran screaming inside the house. It would be a great place to plunder, but there was no time. "Xaviers land is just through the gate at the back!"
The spy suddenly took of in another direction. Mogath threw him a small pouch. "For the fall of Gondor and its king!" "For the rise of the New Power!" He called back and vanished between a few buildings.
As the group ran past the women and children, Sevienul noticed a large, dark-skinned man standing just beside the entrance to Xavier's property. Even from a small distance he looked quite imposing. "Ah, I see the place has new security...from the looks of him, a pirate murderer. Best watch you skins, all! Xavier, where did you get this guy?" They got to the entrance, the man standing at attention, not even looking into any of their eyes. Xavier hung back behind the others.
"Step aside, tiny man. We're here on business." Sevienul said arrogantly.
"You don't get in until I say so." The man answered her, picking her up by the neck with one hand. "If I was not on someone else's time, I'd send you gift-wrapped to your ancestors."
He threw her down and said, "You filthy vermin will wait here until Xavier tells me himself that you have his leave."
Xavier pulled off his hood slowly and stepped forward. "Easy, Menua. Here I am, and if you insult my business partners so rudely again, you'll be wishing you could see your ancestors by the time I'm through with you." They all walked through the entrance and were approaching the great stone door of his castle-like home. "Brush off and get up, Sevienul. Oh, and don't taunt Sergei so much next time...well, actually, go ahead, taunt him more! What, have ya gotten soft on us? Back to work, wench!" He yelled at a cleaning woman of his that was standing by the entrance to his property.
"Yes yes, this way..." she turned to Sevienul. "I got her ready when I heard you and Mogath had arrived. She's been about as nice as one could expect I guess."
As they hurried on, a huge grey beast could be seen towering over the ground. As they got closer it sounded a joyful (but very noisy) trompet sound. Sevienul ran straight over to it.
"Dwarves, Legor." Mogath grinned and nodded towards the huge thing. "Meet Baby the oliphant, Sevienuls litte pet and our way out of here."