Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 9, 2010 15:09:58 GMT -6
Morgoth had eaten half his food when the man in armor walked up. "Hello friend, you seem to be a serious no nonsense kind of man so I will be upfront about what I need. I need help to deeat the Illian forces occupying Bern and you look like a man with answers." The man said this with a slurr, and the smell of his breath confirmed that the man was drunk.
Drinking, Morgoth thought. The dumbest yet best invention of mankind. Only fools drink rotten, liquefied vegetables. Which is why having him would be a good idea. He doesn't look very battle hardened, but he's got that armor.
"Your very perceptive," he said with a matter of fact voice. "I may be able to help you, but I will need something in return. Have a seat and let us talk. First start with your story. Why do you need my help?" Morgoth could see his luck changing. Thats right, if he owes you something you have no worries of him leaving. This is getting easier every time I try.
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Aug 9, 2010 19:02:50 GMT -6
"Ah now that is a story." Mernatel sighed leaning back in his chair. " Well i suppose I should start with The rebellion. You see ever since Bern was taken over many rebellions have taken up. But not until recently has one truly stuck. was raised by a man who played a large part i that rebellion. When he died i was suspected of conspiracy and was forced out of my battalion."
"So for a time I was in Illia since they're renowned for their Pegasus Knight. You see even though they are my enemies many are also mercenaries. The rebellion was started by the last Bern loyal Wyverm Riders so we could use more allies in the sky. But i was rooted out as a man from Bern."
"So i came here because at this point we only truly have farmers with pitchforks and wood axes. We could use some swordsmen an mages. Excuse me for saying this but you look to me as an intellectual type so i think you cold help me recruit."
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 9, 2010 20:19:44 GMT -6
"Ah, you want me to help you recruit people to smash Ilia?" Morgoth asked, weaving his fingers together. "Yes, I could help with that. But what would you give me in return?"
Undying loyalty! he thought with zeal. And then I shall have an army and Ilia out of the way. This man may become my general. Others will soon flock as they hear of Bern's flight. At last, an outlet! Patience is victorious. He then remembered Richter and his army. Don't even think that you are out of my grasp, dear Ricther.
OoC: This is getting good. ;D
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Aug 10, 2010 10:15:30 GMT -6
Ooc: Sorry short
"Well I'm sure there would be many spoils available." Mernatel was trying to think through the alochohal to get the man to accept. "I also think many of the solders from Lycia would want to stay with you and if there's anything I could ever do for you allyou'd need to do is ask."
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 10, 2010 13:42:28 GMT -6
Good, Morgoth thought with triumph. You've played right into my hand. "I'll take your word on that," he held out his hand. "Do we have a deal?"
Now that I have a 'real' cause, many will flock to me. And I will have their undying loyalty or they will be crushed. "We'll start tomorrow. Spread the word that there will be a speaker at town square tomorrow at noon." He got up. "Come Perseus, lets see if we can get you a room."
OoC: XD I was just thinking, what if the Lycian group Morgoth is gonna head was called 'The Balrogs of Morgoth" XD
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Aug 11, 2010 11:02:11 GMT -6
Mernatel nodded and walked to each person in the inn and told them the message. He then walked to his room and realized he didn't have his key. Luckily he wore his armor and was having his lance cleaned. He slumped down infront of the door not bothering with his armor and went to sleep.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 11, 2010 21:16:34 GMT -6
After Morgoth had realized that Perseus wasn't around, he went to his room. I am not sure if I should meditate, he thought. I'm quite tired, but then again no one said I had to talk to it.
He locked the door and sat cross legged on the floor. Clearing his mind, Morgoth began to feel a nudging at the back of his mind. And then his eye's began to glow of darkness. He then began to meditate on his plans and specifically of his magic.
This went on for hours, and eventually exhaustion brought him back. Morgoth gave a wicked grin and then crawled into bed and didn't wake until morning.
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Kristoph
The "Before" years
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Post by Kristoph on Aug 11, 2010 23:33:50 GMT -6
Kristoph's patience was reaching it's end; the air was still extremely hot despite how late in the day it was, and he was beginning to sweat through his robes. He rubbed his sleeve across his face, wiping away the rivers of sweat kept running into his eyes. It had already been several days since the so-called Prophet had refused to grant him an audience, and the three day trek south had not been an easy one, and the muscles in his legs were stretched extremely tight to the point that he was starting to cramp when he walked. He began to regret his decision not to steal one of his father's horses, and the fact that he had been sleeping on the ground the last few nights had not helped his mood at all. Kristoph hoped with every fiber of his being that he would come across an inn soon; he didn't think he could force himself to sleep on the ground one more night.
About an hour later his wish was granted as he stumbled upon a decrepit looking inn at the edge of a nearby town. Kristoph stood outside it for several minutes, his eyes passing back and forth between the horrible looking shanty and the miserable looking forests on the horizon. Kristoph sighed deeply and muttered to himself, "Careful what you wish for, I suppose..." Stopping at the door, he quickly wiped the sweat from his brow and attempted to fix his hair to something more befitting a man of his class and sophistication. Taking one last gasp of fresh air, he opened the door and entered the inn.
Kristoph's bright blue eyes were completely unable to hide his disgust and discomfort as they surveyed the dingy surroundings. Filthy peasants, he thought to himself, longing for the comforts of the mansion he had left earlier in the week. Shaking his head as if to jar the filth loose from his mind, he raised his chin and gracefully strolled over to the bar and sat down on a stool, waving to catch the attention of the barkeep.
The bartender glanced over at him, and a look of complete disinterest seemed to swim through his eyes. "Can I help you?" he asked, as though he sincerely hoped Kristoph would say no.
Kristoph cleared his throat and then said to the man, "Yes you may. I would like to reserve one of your...rooms,"drawing out the pause to emphasize his distaste, "and I should very much like a hot cup of green tea if you have it."
"The room I can do, but I'm afraid all we have is jasmine tea."
Kristoph let out a loud and theatrical sigh, rubbing his temples in frustration. "Very well then, jasmine tea. Just make sure you put a lot of bloody sugar in it."
He handed the man a stack of coins from his purse, and began to scan the room more carefully. There appeared to be a large group that was here together, a couple mages and a cavalier it looked like. Kristoph also felt a nagging pulse that seemed to originate from the man sitting a few stools down from him at the bar. The dark-haired man was eating his food in solitude and something didn't seem right about him, but Kristoph wasn't sure what it was.
He shook his head again, trying to clear his mind and refocus on the task at hand. Kraft would not see him, and he needed support from somewhere. He had ample funding, that was perhaps the lone thing that his father was good for, but manpower was something he lacked and something he was sure to need. He let the soothing steam wafting off his cup of tea caress his nostrils and relax his nerves. Kristoph had travelled to Lycia in search of an old childhood acquaintance who was a member of the Etrurian army, hoping that maybe he could help him get the audience with Kraft that he sought. The more he thought about it though, the more Kristoph thought he might be in need of a different employer.
Kristoph sat deep in thought at the bar for nearly a half an hour, sipping on his tea and trying to think of what to do next. When his tea and his thoughts were both running dry, he surmised that the best course of action was to get some sleep and see if tomorrow brought with it a new perspective. He rose from the bar, and elegantly made his way to the back corridor where the rooms were, and found the door that matched his key. He swung it open, and when he saw his accommodations he pondered again whether he was better off sleeping under a tree again. Then his thigh began to cramp, and he decided he could deal with this inn for one night at least. He contemplated meditating for a brief moment, but decided that he was probably too tired to focus his thoughts, so he instead slid under the covers and very soon after was drifting into a much needed sleep.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 12, 2010 10:37:19 GMT -6
The next morning, Morgoth woke up sore. I've gotta start stretching, he thought as he got out of bed. After slipping his tome in his pocket, he went down stairs for breakfast.
"Could I get ya something?" the bartender asked.
"Yes, whatever's for breakfast and some water," Morgoth replied, sitting on one of the bar stools as he waited. What is that nagging at the back of my head? he quizzed. It seems familiar, but not close enough to identify. Is their another here?
The man came back with his food, and Morgoth went and sat at the same table as the night before. Your plans are coming true, now how will it unfold? Your using one man to bring hundreds together, make them loyal to you and in the mean time bringing Ilia down and weakening Bern and Lycia. Then it will be Erturia's turn, and Bern and Lycia will be further weakened. Morgoth grinned. Richter will have to chose his path. Then a war will be need against Lycia, Bern and Sarcae. Nabata won't be a problem for me. Slowly my armies will kill each other off, then I shall slay the mighty dragons! All will bow to the Prince of Darkness, and face their fate.
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Aug 12, 2010 11:13:50 GMT -6
Mernatel woke up and realized he was sitting in frnt of his room at the inn in full armor. His head was on fire with his hangover and his body ached due to sleeping in his armor. He tried to remember the events of last night.
He felt the cold metal around his neck and groaned as he looked down to see his key. Then he remembered something else. A man with a dark presence agreeing to help the rebellion. He walked downt to the bar to apologize for any drunk happenings.
Mernatel saw the man sitting at the same table he had last night. So Mernatel walked over to him and said," Hello good sir I apologize for any inconvinious my inibriation may have caused. I am Mernatel knight of the 33d until recently. I believe you said you were Morgoth? I also believe you agreed to help me raise recruits for the rebellion in Bern. at that suject I am completely to your mercy. So commander where would you like to start.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 12, 2010 11:28:02 GMT -6
"First, one must have his energy, so have some breakfast," Morgoth said. "Second, I need to know your name, because I can't call you General all the time." He let his words sink in. "Third, I will need you to give some kind of account of what's happening to Bern after I've said a few things. That will be today in the square."
Morgoth returned to his food. What is that nagging feeling!? He questioned. Whoever it is, I have a feeling that I will meet them soon. He sipped his water and began to plan his speech. This is going to be easy.
OoC: Ya, I don't know what else to say.
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Post by Gabriel on Aug 12, 2010 13:01:59 GMT -6
Gabriel was startled by the bartender, and later on, Morgoth coming into the bar. He had, apparently, stayed awake the entire night. He decided not to bother the Shaman until he was done with his breakfast, and decided to get himself some as well. A glass of fresh milk, a few toasts and butter to add to them was all he had, before deciding to turn towards the shaman and whoever it was that stood next to him.
"Hello, Morgoth. Mister" he said, nodding first to the shaman, and then towards the unknown man. "Sorry to interrupt, but I just had ask. We are heading towards Pherae. Are you, Aaron and Lea planning to join us, or will you follow a different path?"
He was probably a mess right now. He hadn't slept at all, and his eyes were rather sore. He'd have to go and wash his face after this chat. Hopefully he'd be able to ride Starlight in these conditions.
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Morgoth Animus
Shaman
DEAD
"Save the world? You know not what you say."
Posts: 155
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Post by Morgoth Animus on Aug 12, 2010 13:59:40 GMT -6
Morgoth thought for a moment. "Yes, I will. But I need to finish some business before I leave. As for Aaron and Lea, I don't know. I had only just met them when we came across you."
Getting up, he motioned for Mernatel to follow him. Once out of ear shot, he said, "Did you spread the word like I asked? We've only a few hours." And I can't wait until then. They will come.
OoC: Short, but I haven't the foggiest of what else to say. Perhaps I should of waited for Mernatel to post.
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Post by Mernatel Cinderfelt on Aug 12, 2010 14:32:08 GMT -6
" Sir! I spread the word, and in about twenty minutes at an hour til noon." Mernatel said. He realized in this town would yeild more real soldiers but they might just pass through a real military city. He was of noble birth but raised as a common soldier so he thought he could get both men and supplies from lords.
Ooc: sorry once there's action ill be able to post long.
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Post by Chelsea Dagger on Aug 12, 2010 18:07:30 GMT -6
Chelsea woke with a big yawn. She sleepily looked around the room and noticed Kelvin had come back when she was asleep. She moved her arms over to him and gave him a shake to wake him up. "Wakey, wakey..." She fought down another yawn as she stood and stretched. She had no idea how long she had slept, but it felt long. She definitely felt much better rested now. It seemed like a long time since she had felt that like that. She looked back towards Kelvin and smiled a little. "Come on, sleepyhead. Get up."
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