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Tevildo · 03-17-2006, 06:53 PM

Dorran's heart thudded dully against his chest as he listened to the report that Incana and Vaenosa brought. Could this all be happening again? And so far from the smoking mountain? Did the hand of darkness extend out even over his beloved Rohan? How many slaves would it take to fill the plantations of Mordor?

Alarmed to hear about the men who were now in the vicinity of the village, Dorran had pressed the women with questions, trying to get a better idea of what the strangers looked like and how many there actually were. Unfortunately, neither Vaenosa or Incana were able to supply any more details, and Dorran felt he had little option but to speak out and say what he knew.

The young man glanced over at Brand, wondering if he should pull his friend to the side, but then decided it would be better to share his ideas with the whole group. Clearing his throat, he began speaking in a calm voice, "I must tell you. I am afraid. I lived once in those same lands from which these Orcs come. A great lord dwells there, one whose name is never spoken but whose soldiers bear the insignia of the eye, an eye shaped just like the ones we have seen in that village. My parents told me stories....."

Dorran hesitated, uncertain how to continue. He did not want to talk about what had happened to him. He would try to explain the real danger they were in but leave out the parts that had to do with his own village and family. Choosing his words with care, Dorran continued, "My parents told me stories they had heard. They knew these stories were true. This dark lord would send out bands of roving Orcs to bring havoc and death to the villages that lay to the south and east. Not a day behind them would come raidiing parties, plundering men who would strip away any remaining wealth from the town and drag off those few who were still alive. I think these human raiders were called Easterlings. The poor wretches they found were, were ...." He shook his head, stared pointedly at the ground, and lowered his voice. "They were sent to work as slaves in the great plantations along the far fringes of Mordor. I don't know who these men are that Incana and Vaenosa saw, but I am very afraid."

"I hope I am wrong. But I felt compelled to say something. I could not just keep this to myself."

03-17-2006, 06:53 PM	#221
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Dorran's heart thudded dully against his chest as he listened to the report that Incana and Vaenosa brought. Could this all be happening again? And so far from the smoking mountain? Did the hand of darkness extend out even over his beloved Rohan? How many slaves would it take to fill the plantations of Mordor? Alarmed to hear about the men who were now in the vicinity of the village, Dorran had pressed the women with questions, trying to get a better idea of what the strangers looked like and how many there actually were. Unfortunately, neither Vaenosa or Incana were able to supply any more details, and Dorran felt he had little option but to speak out and say what he knew. The young man glanced over at Brand, wondering if he should pull his friend to the side, but then decided it would be better to share his ideas with the whole group. Clearing his throat, he began speaking in a calm voice, "I must tell you. I am afraid. I lived once in those same lands from which these Orcs come. A great lord dwells there, one whose name is never spoken but whose soldiers bear the insignia of the eye, an eye shaped just like the ones we have seen in that village. My parents told me stories....." Dorran hesitated, uncertain how to continue. He did not want to talk about what had happened to him. He would try to explain the real danger they were in but leave out the parts that had to do with his own village and family. Choosing his words with care, Dorran continued, "My parents told me stories they had heard. They knew these stories were true. This dark lord would send out bands of roving Orcs to bring havoc and death to the villages that lay to the south and east. Not a day behind them would come raidiing parties, plundering men who would strip away any remaining wealth from the town and drag off those few who were still alive. I think these human raiders were called Easterlings. The poor wretches they found were, were ...." He shook his head, stared pointedly at the ground, and lowered his voice. "They were sent to work as slaves in the great plantations along the far fringes of Mordor. I don't know who these men are that Incana and Vaenosa saw, but I am very afraid." "I hope I am wrong. But I felt compelled to say something. I could not just keep this to myself." Last edited by Tevildo; 03-17-2006 at 06:57 PM.