Desultory Dwimmerlaik
Join Date: Mar 2002
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Eiz' characters
6.) NAME: Muru
AGE: approx. 8,000 yrs. old
RACE: Corrupted Maia
GENDER: Female
WEAPONS: Shapeshifter (batlike form), has the power to weave illusions, corrupt-minds and eventually mind-control (but limited). She wields no physical weapon. When bat-like, her claws and teeth are razor sharp.
APPEARANCE: Often in female form, clad in a long black attire. She is extremely tall and pale, her long black & grey hair falling freely about her. Her eyes are as black as coal, and void of any emotion. In bat form, is as large as a dog or goat.
PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: Muru is cold-blooded, and is extremely contemptuous of elven-kind and men. Revelling often in the carnage and chaos she often wroughts around her. She is relentless, and obeys only her Master. Often over-confident of her abilities, often under-estimating her enemies.
HISTORY: Not as old as Sauron, and not as powerful, nevertheless Muru goes far back during the age before Melkor/Morgoth was chained. Having been corrupted by Sauron into his service.
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Eiz' post for Muru
A dark figure flew silently over the treetops. The morning sun was blighted, appearing as if dusk instead of dawn, and so the shape seemed as a dark batlike shape, skimming overhead. An icy breeze followed it, and the leaves rustled dryly, as if afraid to make a sound.
The shape took a more solid form as it reached the ground near the entrance of the fortress. It was a tall female figure, that cast her cold gaze about. She frowned as she noted the encampent at the foothill of Dol Guldor.
"He sends more dogs instead of using stealth," she muttered disapprovingly. "Pity the girl is cautious. It would have been interesting to ensnare one so young with so much talent."
A human maiden had been part of the group the Orc was trying to capture. Wargarz would not have known the group's presence if it had not been for her. But since finding out about the human female, the vampire's interest had gone up. Now Muru had an agenda of her own.
If she could capture and bend the human, it would be a pleasing addition for her Master to use as a tool. It would be better than those weak-willed prisoners the orc had been sending her.
It was always a challenge to corrupt elves. Humans were easier to bend. But sometimes there were those who were exceptional. Far back, she could only recall the tale of Hurin among the few who had been such an exception. It was a great pleasure to finally see them bent in misery.
Yes, she thought silently as she entered the fortress, it would be quite a catch to not only get the elves, but the human as well.
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7.) NAME: Deagon
AGE: approx. 500 yrs.
RACE: Silvan Elf
GENDER: Male
WEAPONS: Bow & arrows, hunting knife
APPEARANCE: Blonde hair, grey eyes. Is in common elven hunting attire and has a dark green cloak.
PERSONALITY/STRENGTHS/WEAKNESSES: He is rather good at fighting with most weapons.
Had been the leader of a scouting group. He was known to be faithful to his friends and would never abandon them in battle.
HISTORY:
He had a younger sister, Elenloth, who had been very dear to him. They had lived at the outskirts of the elven realm of Mirkwood, they no longer had their parents. One day Elenloth was captured by some orcs scourging the edge of Mirkwood. Furious about it, Daegon had tracked them down, but was forced to strike up a deal with the enemy or his sister would die a very slow & painful death.
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Eiz’ post for Deagon
Deagon walked silently through the path in the forest. He had just finished with the patrol, and as usual left the group to be alone. The tall elf was aloof nowadays, even from those who were his friends and companions.
He was in deep thought when he caught sight of Gayahithwen and the other kitchen elves. She waved to another elf. He stopped when he saw who it was- Rinurion. And with him was the elf from Lorien, Laryelion.
Rinurion was the one elf in Mirkwood he had constantly tried to avoid. Everytime they crossed paths, he could see in the other's eyes the distrust. And the heavy guilt he bore pained him as much as the helplessness he felt.
He sighed and walked away. To be alone again. Alone since Elenloth was captured by the enemy. It was because of that fact he had tried to trade Gayahithwen and another elf maiden Amaryllis for her release. Rinurion had foiled that, and with Laryelion's aid, had rescued them. There was an argument between him and the orcs. They refused to take him to Elenloth, nor assure him of her release.
Amaryllis and Gayahithwen had persuaded Rinurion not to deal harshly with him. He had been released after being cleared. The elf maiden had said that the orcs had ambushed them. She had not revealed he had led them to the orcs. She had spoken to him afterwards, but he had kept silent.
What could they do even if he told them that his sister had been captured? Should he seek aid, it would endanger Elenloth's life. He had made a bargain, forced upon him. He had tracked down the orcs, but they were many. His companions were killed or taken, but he was released. And he was promised the freedom of his sister if he fulfilled part of that bargain.
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