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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 6:46:39 GMT -5
Murazar laughed threw his book up in the air and it seemingly vanished,"I call for the book named, 'Maps of middle earth.' "Suddenly a bunch of scrolls flew towards him, unraveled, and were on his table completly ready to look at. "Thats how you do it." he said laughing.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 13:48:13 GMT -5
"Why do I even bother asking questions?" She mumbled to herself, but couldn't help but walk over to look at the maps.. she had been trying to map out territories all by herself and it was quite hard. And it hadn't helped that she had nothing to write on.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 16:47:02 GMT -5
Murazar smiled and said quietly," I have to go check on something, check the map with you hearts content my love." and with that murazar simplied vanished into the shadows without a sound or movment it seemed.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 16:58:29 GMT -5
Jay nodded her head as she picked up one of the scrolls, it had been the area she was previously trying to memorize so that was helpful. She didn't even notice when Murazar vanished into the shadows but instead tilted the map to an angle carefully reading off any names or words, attempting to memorize the map.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 17:09:53 GMT -5
Murazar was silently striding down the stairwell, he couldn't take anyone down here much less his own love bird. When he finnally arrived at the old cells that held five dimensional portals, that were gateways in their looks. There was already the captive representives there waiting for him, the ugly trolloc which looked like a orc but much bigger in weight size. However it was just as tall, and it lived only for killing. Even each other however the myydraal a cell across kept them from destroying there own race, the myydraal or fade or halfmen looked human shaped. However they could hide in any shadow, and they had no face or eyes even though they could speak and see. If you looked directly in a fade's eyes you felt immense fear. No one was immune to it, not even the valar or eru himself.
The other cells were empty they had no representives, normally the grey men cell never had one so it wasn't special, and the undead cell usually always had one, unusual that it didn't. The last cell never had a representive, it only contained thirteen beings that could annhilate half of middle earth before they all died. It was said, he turned to the myydraal and said. "How's it going halfmen, still quavering in you cells along with those pitiful trolloc's?" The halfman replied coldly," We quaver not, however we noticed you haven't been here in a long time its getting dusty. Do you ever clean these cells, keeper of the dawn? Or should I call you love bird considering that young fool of a women that says she loves you?"
Murazar turned to the trolloc's, looked at them as if daring them to talk. One of them started to say,"Yea, what the..." Before he could get out the next word his heart was crushed and his head exploded silently, his organs flew up and landed on the other trolloc's. Murazar said quietly,"No one talk to me unless its buisness however I need to leave so goodbye." With that last comment he merely took to the shadows and left locking the door.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 17:17:44 GMT -5
Jay's fingers carefully traced the words as she grabbed a different map.. this one of the area's of Gondor. There was a sad sigh that came from her lips.. she did not need a map for Gondor, it was burned in her mind as if she would always be there. She wished for it to go away but it didn't, she put her hand on her forehead at the memories, shaking her head to rid them from her head.
It took her only a second to grab a different map, this one of Rohan but her mind still wandered back to Gondor, What would they think of her now? Probably the same thing the used to, old memories were hard to replace with new ones.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 17:37:43 GMT -5
Murazar went down to the ancient forge, and looked around he saw many powerful weapons. Then he saw a vial of clear liquid, he poured it down on the furnace where it would make a jewel and started to pound it into the shape of a good jewel. With the molten liquid hardening it and yet melting it, he pounded and pounded. He knew he had to count to one thousand per pound in order to make the correct jewel.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 17:39:59 GMT -5
Each map Jay looked at seemed to be in better detail than she had ever seen, yet they didn't seem to worn. How many people had looked upon them, had any of them been her previous friends? Stop thinking about that! That is all in the past now, you are happy here! She told herself as she looked up from the map she had been looking at, scratching at her neck she continued to read.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 17:46:24 GMT -5
Murazar kept pounding agaisn't the liquid that was starting to be shaped, he kept going thinking slowely,One hundred and fifty-two.One hundred and fifty-three.... It kept going he wasn't even sweating which would be strange in any other forge.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 17:50:20 GMT -5
Jay carefully took up the next scroll as she brushed a stray hair from her face, Where could Murazar have gone to? But the question only stayed for a moment, she trusted that he would be okay and that he would not leave her here for ever. It wasn't like him. Looking at the new scroll it was of Rivendale, which she couldn't help but grin.. this certainly could be helpful while here.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 17:52:01 GMT -5
Murazar kept pounding he was around...How much, ahh yes. Five hundred and thirty-eight. Five hundred and thirty-nine. Have to keep going its almost done, Five hundred and..
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 17:54:46 GMT -5
((Holy crap.. that is a whole lot of pounding. Wouldn't that get tiring after around six-hundred?))
Jay ruffled the papers as she kept look, she almost felt as she was some scholar in a famous library. But then again, it sort of was true, she gave a slight grin as she looked over the map noting the specific places such as where the Council of Elrond was once held. She knew that the ring of power had been there before along with some of the most well-known people in history.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 17:59:34 GMT -5
(Yes, but the hardest objects back about a thousand years ago were pounded around a thousand times. After that they never broke, not even now.)
Murazar kept pounding and pounding, Seven hundred and eighty-one, seven hundred and eighty-two. In the keeper compound technically it was almost night the clock around Jay would sound soon signally bedtime, however the concept of time is different here regardless.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 18:03:24 GMT -5
(I would still find it tiring.. I got props to those people back then! I clap them on the back for such fine work.. and you now also xD)
It took Jay a while to memorize the Rivendale map, mainly because she enjoyed the way it looked but eventually replaced it with another, she was attempting to cram as much information as she could and so far she was doing good but it could only last for so long. Soon all the mpas would begin to look the same and she would think that Edoras is a place in Gondor. Silly human brain.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 18:09:41 GMT -5
Murazar was nearly done, Nine hundred and twenty-nine, nin hundred and thirty. Murazar gritted his teeth he would sleep the whole morning away after this.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 18:12:18 GMT -5
Jay forgot the time as she continued to pour over the scrolls with great intrest, after a few moments she leaned back and ran a hand through her hair, "I think I have learned all that I can possibly hold." She whispered to herself with a sigh.
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 18:16:33 GMT -5
Murazar was finnally done, he suddenly cool the solid jewel that looked like a diamond. However it somehow looked better, it shined almost no matter what. Murazar got a mithril necklace and slid it into it, it had the emblem of a blacksword with a dove in front of it. He suddenly put it in a small box and shoved it in his pocket, while walking up the stairs. Aye this ought to do for now.
Once murazar arrived upstairs he kept to the shadows and suddenly appeared right in front of Jay saying,"Got what you needed, love?" He had a smile plastered on his face.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 18:19:24 GMT -5
Jay hadn't heard him so when he appeared in front of her she placed a hand on her heart, "You scared me." she told him with a laugh, as if he wasn't able to tell already, "Yes, I am.. I doubt I could try to learn anymore if I wanted to." The Druid gave him a small grin before tilting her head to the side, "Where did you go? I never saw you come or go... I am afraid I was to busy studying."
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Post by Murazar on Oct 11, 2007 18:23:52 GMT -5
Murazar smiled and said,"Well how I did it is because my element is shadows, not darkness but shadows. I can use them almost to any effect, I can even make them grab things. Anyhow lets go back it'll probably only be a candlemark or so worth of time. Anyhow we need to get ready, plus depending on your tradition when you get married you have to follow it through." He smiled and patted a random pocket he had that was empty.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Oct 11, 2007 18:27:54 GMT -5
"Aye, So time passes differently.. I feel as if I have been here for hours?" Jay half questioned-half told him, she almost mentioned that he didn't say where he was but didn't press it.. he would tell her when the time was right or not at all. She wasn't extremely pushy.. most of the time.
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