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Thalionyulma · 10-09-2002, 01:01 AM

The orc captain frowned at the new arrival. Though he knew of Murú’s reputation, the vampire was also known for her cruelity – to both her enemies and allies. Her cold smile and piercing stare bore into him, and he felt her contempt. It mattered not much to him, the Dark Lord’s command was clear.

“Well?” Wázrárz inquired, if a bit impatiently.

“The pawns have been planted. Though the failure of the humans were known, and expected. The elf whom we released has reached Thranduil’s realm. Or shall we say elves?” Murú smiled mockingly at the large orc. His size did little to daunt her, she had after all been under the servitude of the Dark Lord’s Master at the time when any of these meager creatures even existed. “My pets have reported strange occurrences in the woods. I’ve added more patrols to the skies… they will be revealed eventually.”

The orc grunted, unmoved by her haughtiness. He had been angered by Micanar’s failure to return with the information he had needed. Though Wázrárz did not entirely believe that the human was actually dead. The easterly was very resourceful, he added grudgingly. The orc knew a small group was around the eastern eaves, though not towards what direction it was heading to.

“Will they do as they were bent into doing?” He said referring to the enslaved elves.

“Do you doubt my… abilities? The first was a mere weakling when he was released… in mind and spirit. Besides the other whom we could not completely enthrall was made to think that his sister still existed – though in a way she still does,” she chuckled softly. “ With that sort of inspiration, how can our plans fail?”

A rumbling, throaty chuckle too came from the orc. He could not help but delight in some of the vampire’s game with the slaves.

“Alive… but to what extent?”

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10-09-2002, 01:01 AM	#1
Thalionyulma Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: across the sea Posts: 295	The orc captain frowned at the new arrival. Though he knew of Murú’s reputation, the vampire was also known for her cruelity – to both her enemies and allies. Her cold smile and piercing stare bore into him, and he felt her contempt. It mattered not much to him, the Dark Lord’s command was clear. “Well?” Wázrárz inquired, if a bit impatiently. “The pawns have been planted. Though the failure of the humans were known, and expected. The elf whom we released has reached Thranduil’s realm. Or shall we say elves?” Murú smiled mockingly at the large orc. His size did little to daunt her, she had after all been under the servitude of the Dark Lord’s Master at the time when any of these meager creatures even existed. “My pets have reported strange occurrences in the woods. I’ve added more patrols to the skies… they will be revealed eventually.” The orc grunted, unmoved by her haughtiness. He had been angered by Micanar’s failure to return with the information he had needed. Though Wázrárz did not entirely believe that the human was actually dead. The easterly was very resourceful, he added grudgingly. The orc knew a small group was around the eastern eaves, though not towards what direction it was heading to. “Will they do as they were bent into doing?” He said referring to the enslaved elves. “Do you doubt my… abilities? The first was a mere weakling when he was released… in mind and spirit. Besides the other whom we could not completely enthrall was made to think that his sister still existed – though in a way she still does,” she chuckled softly. “ With that sort of inspiration, how can our plans fail?” A rumbling, throaty chuckle too came from the orc. He could not help but delight in some of the vampire’s game with the slaves. “Alive… but to what extent?”