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the witch king · 12-17-2002, 06:46 AM

Amron had been siting, siping his ale and smokeing his pipe listening closely to the tales of his new companions. He realised that there eyes now turnd to him, and were politely wateing for his tale.
"Well" he said "I gess its time to tell my tale" he looked down at the floor ther was an uncomfortable silence and then he began, "My tale begins in the far south, past the lands of Rohan and Gondor, in the mighty haven of Umbar. I was born in to a powerful family, at one time we had ruled Umbar and all the lands near by, that was until the dark lord returnd, and long years of war with our kin in the north desimated our once noble city." at this point Amron seemed to have an ashamed look an his face, "Many was the time that I sailed at the head of a radeing party, pludering, burning, and killing all up the cost of Gondor. You see from an early age I was told of the land of Numenor were my people came from, and I was told that the men of Gondor where decended from the rebels who betrayed the king to the total distrution of that blesed island. When I was in my 25th year a messenger from the dark lord came to my aged father commanding him to lay down his position as lord of the city of Umbar, my father was a proud man and he refused as he was lord by right of heritage. Nothing more was heard of it and I left the very next year, on yet another rade with the men of Harad our allies, when I returnd I found my family murderd and Umbar being ruled by a lap dog of sauron, at first I thort of nothing but revenge and started an uprising weth what was left of my household, but the power of Mordor quickly put it down." Amron now looked up with a strange look in his eyes a deep fire seemed to burn within them. "I had to flee from my beloved city. I came to the land of Gondor and there found the truth, that far from being desended from treacherous rebels, they were noble and good, the only thing standing between freedom and the total victory of the lord of Mordor. I repented for my sin's against the peoples of Gondor befor the seat of the steward of Minas Tirith and told him of all that knew that could help him and his people in ther struggle with Mordor. I lived in that city for a while but i soon set out, wandering the lands of middle earth looking for companionship and adventure." He looked around, an uncomfortable silence came over the group again 'this is why I dont tell my tales to often' he thort to him self as he rased his pipe to his lips.

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12-17-2002, 06:46 AM	#338
the witch king Wight Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Minas Morgul, Morgul Vale, Mordor Posts: 201	Amron had been siting, siping his ale and smokeing his pipe listening closely to the tales of his new companions. He realised that there eyes now turnd to him, and were politely wateing for his tale. "Well" he said "I gess its time to tell my tale" he looked down at the floor ther was an uncomfortable silence and then he began, "My tale begins in the far south, past the lands of Rohan and Gondor, in the mighty haven of Umbar. I was born in to a powerful family, at one time we had ruled Umbar and all the lands near by, that was until the dark lord returnd, and long years of war with our kin in the north desimated our once noble city." at this point Amron seemed to have an ashamed look an his face, "Many was the time that I sailed at the head of a radeing party, pludering, burning, and killing all up the cost of Gondor. You see from an early age I was told of the land of Numenor were my people came from, and I was told that the men of Gondor where decended from the rebels who betrayed the king to the total distrution of that blesed island. When I was in my 25th year a messenger from the dark lord came to my aged father commanding him to lay down his position as lord of the city of Umbar, my father was a proud man and he refused as he was lord by right of heritage. Nothing more was heard of it and I left the very next year, on yet another rade with the men of Harad our allies, when I returnd I found my family murderd and Umbar being ruled by a lap dog of sauron, at first I thort of nothing but revenge and started an uprising weth what was left of my household, but the power of Mordor quickly put it down." Amron now looked up with a strange look in his eyes a deep fire seemed to burn within them. "I had to flee from my beloved city. I came to the land of Gondor and there found the truth, that far from being desended from treacherous rebels, they were noble and good, the only thing standing between freedom and the total victory of the lord of Mordor. I repented for my sin's against the peoples of Gondor befor the seat of the steward of Minas Tirith and told him of all that knew that could help him and his people in ther struggle with Mordor. I lived in that city for a while but i soon set out, wandering the lands of middle earth looking for companionship and adventure." He looked around, an uncomfortable silence came over the group again 'this is why I dont tell my tales to often' he thort to him self as he rased his pipe to his lips. [ December 17, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ] [ December 17, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ] __________________ 'Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.'~ Che Guevara.