Minas Morgul

[The Witch King]

In the year 2002 of the Third Age, the fortress city of Minas Ithil ' Tower of the rising moon'  was captured after a two year seige by the forces of the Nazgul Witch-king and renamed Minas Morgul  'Tower of the Wraiths'. It was also known as the Tower of Sorcery and the Dead City.
It became a haunted an evil place that shone in the night with a ghostly light. By some magical power or fiendish machinery, the upper rooms of it's great tower revolved slowly in constant vigilance.

[Kessa_Star]

*enters and sees the Witch King, she grins* Greetings, you highness. *pure mockery, and her eyes dance with it. Her mouth widens in a mocking half crazed grin and she bows as low as she can, looking up at him, half grinning, half winking*

[Azgork]

*Steps in, holding in his hand several blades. Bows to the Witch-King.*

Greetings, my lord. The blacksmith is working in his forge. Elidor the Ninth has approached us for a bow and some arrows. It has suddenly struck me that the Whiteskins do not have a blacksmith. Should they, too, approach us or should another blacksmith be appointed? The blades that have been made so far are turning out well. The armies shall soon have more lethal weapons.

[Kessa_Star]

*turns and studies the new comer with mock respect* Ooooh, another one! Howdy, partner! *grins, waiting for his reply*

[Azgork]

*Turns and faces the Ranger, scorn seething out from every corner of his hideous face.*

You, Ranger, are an embarrassment to not only to your true race, the Elves, but also the man who took you in. Aragorn is a worthy fighter, quick, fast, noble and honourable. Were I one of the Men, I would have sworn myself into his service readily. But you, wretch? You are merely a speck of dirt on his perfect white shirt.

And never twist tales, my dear. Are you not aware that this board is not supportive of thwarting the actual story? Elrond the Half-Elven had 3 children, two sons and a daughter, Arwen, the Evenstar. His wife, daughter of the Lady of Lothlorien, died after that. By claiming yourself his daughter, whom he abandoned (Now, my precious, watch the use of that word. It could get you into a lot of trouble here, especially with a certain Lord.), is tarnishing his reputation, putting yet another blotch of dirt on his reputation.

You, Ranger, live your life as a speck of dirt. Is that not very.....fascinating? A Ranger, who, instead of serving Men, ruins the race by disfiguring their perfect form. Pity.

(Watch your words, my sweet. There are many on this board who do not appreciate your little antics. And I am not just referring to myself.)

*Turns back to face the Witch-King.*

My Lord, whence comes your answer? The blacksmith is awaiting my return for I have yet to poison the freshly-made arrows.

[The Witch King]

*Raises eyebrows*

Make weapons for the enemy, Azgork?

I think not....

[Jared]

Then perhaps the Whiteskins should have an armoury and blacksmith of their own, my lord. War is only glorified if it were a fair one. 'Twould hardly be fair if one was to attack an unarmed being.

Excuse my boldness, my lord, but I felt that you, the High Nazgûl, needed to know this. As the one who leads us into victory, you should consider fairness and just.

All this, of course, makes victory even sweeter. For only a coward, a bully, would attack another who was unarmed and helpless. I do not think that the armies would feel as much triumph if they won by underhand means. My lord.

[Kessa_Star]

*raises an eyebrow at the wraith* Touchy, aren't we? *she shows no sign of fear or respect for him since she feels none* I think I will speak with your lord, he seems a bit more worthy of respect. *she snears slightly at the wraith and turns to Witch King* I will leave now, I believe my own white shirt is going to become spotless if I stay any longer around your Wraith, here. *she glances at him and then nods to the Witch King. Kessa turns and walks away*

[Azgork]

Yes, Witch-King. I shall take my leave and go back to the armoury to inform the blacksmith.

In a way, Witch-King, the other Ringwraith is right. Underhand means will not let the victorious feel the glory as well as if he had fought justly. Please consider his suggestions.

[Jared]

*Arches an eyebrow after the disappearing Ranger.*

Our dear old Azgork, a Ringwraith?

Well, not that he does not deserve it, but it's a little of an identity crisis, do you not think so, my lord?

*Turns to face Azgork*

Hey there. I'll be popping down to the armoury soon to get a few more weapons. Old blades wearing out, fighting those pesky Whiteskins.

[The Witch King]

Why so much concern for our enemy?

And why so much talk of fairness and underhand means?

I have forbidden the Whiteskins to use our armoury. But I have no objections to them building their own.

Surely they are capable of doing that?

[Elidor]

They will soon realize that they need an armoury when there's a war. But so far Eriador still is a peaceful nation filled with laughter and  ;Ds (see feasting hall).  

[Jared]

Oh, puh-lease, Eli.....

I hope they are, my lord. Of course, it would be surprising if they could not, after all their show at fighting and sparring. One must wonder where their weapons came from. Surely, my lord, they had a capable blacksmith in faraway times.

Who would serve us a great purpose if he were ours.

*Jerks head sharply, out of the trance, to face the Uruk-Hai.*

Hurry along now, Uruk-Hai, or your master will be angry.

[Skrowerif]

*enters, covered in mud and earth*

The trees are strong my lord - must we pull them all down?
(I`ve been up since 7 this morning!)

*grovels nervously*

[The Witch King]

*Towers over the grovelling orc, brooding and terrible in his might. A voice sounds from within the hood, filled with hatred and loathing.*

You've only been up since seven?

GET BACK TO WORK!

*Spins round looking for the Uruk-hai*

Azgork!
What sort of indolent behaviour is this?
Perhaps you are not fit to be captain after all if you can not control your men?

*Stomps out the room, enraged. Knocking a sword off the wall that clangs and clatters in his wake.*