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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 20, 2007 18:58:40 GMT -5
Jay Chancer quietly sat ontop of Weathertop, her brown hair blowing in the wind scattering leaves on her head like a ever changing crown. WHispering secret words to herself she sketched runes into white stones, leaving traces of herself behind for when that this new war was over someone would remember her. She could feel it coming in her young bones, they ached with the sense of the impending doom of Middle Earth.
Brushing a stray lock of brunette hair form her face she looked around, thinking that she had heard a noise below her but what did she know. She was no ranger but a mere druidess. |
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Post by Murazar on Sept 20, 2007 20:52:52 GMT -5
(OOC: I guess its alright to play multiple areas with one person so long as they don't meet up.)
Murazar had come to pay hsi respects to the old tower which his mortal ancestors held. He saw the women and quickly hid behind a pillar with his black blade anduriel that any elf would notice drawn, he shouted and made it seem to come from every pillar." Who is friend of you?"
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 21, 2007 6:32:50 GMT -5
[[Yeah, I do that.. don't worry I will make sure they don't]]
Jay's head flew up, scattering the leaves around her, "I am neither friend nor foe, I wander. But I suppose I may ask the same question of you!" She looked around but was unable to find anyone, "If it is any comfort I am a wandering Druidess." A smooth breeze swept around her almost giving her a look of dignity but really she was just a nobody. And if he wanted to kill her she would go out fighting.
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Post by Murazar on Sept 21, 2007 15:33:05 GMT -5
(OOC: Thanks)
Murazar walked out into the clearing of the area and said,"I wielder of anduriel who was owned by Eol the dark elf have never hurt or killed anyone who didn't deserve it." He stared at her in a semi battle stance, his eyes were dull and seemed lifeless. He didn't know if she would attack him outright because he wieled eol's blade.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 23, 2007 15:57:58 GMT -5
"Ah, I have no blades or weapons of fancy names but all they are used for justice so you have no need for your blade. I am merely here for peace of mind in this threatening times." Jay said tilting her head to one side as she dragged her fingers along a stone, her bow rested peacefully on her back, the horns of the buck she once killed for food showing the world that she wasn't a weak girl. "I suppose that you work for neither evil nor good."
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Post by Murazar on Sept 23, 2007 19:47:15 GMT -5
Murazar sheathed his blade, but kept his hand near it he didn't trust anyone anymore. "Aye, I work for neither just my nearly destroyed guild. Also I didn't name the blade it came with it. Also I came here for my ancestors who died with this tower."
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 25, 2007 4:56:37 GMT -5
Green eyes stared at him, noting his small movements such as how he did not take his hand away from his blade, "If, you are going to strike now do it quickly and get it over with. I shan't be remembered anyways..." Jay told him, she knew that he had said that his blades wouldn't strike anyone unless needed but to her it seemed as if he was getting ready to and seeing as he was part of a guild he was most likely more talented than this daughter of Sales-folk.
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Post by Murazar on Sept 25, 2007 16:25:59 GMT -5
"Its not for you, just to let you know im always expecting to killed. Now if I may ask, what are you doing?."
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 25, 2007 19:05:52 GMT -5
"Well, I sense no danger so I would calm... and I am carving runes and practicing." She finally thought after a moment of just staring.. she truely was an odd one as she bowed her head and held a stone up to him, "See for yourself if you don't believe me."
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Post by Murazar on Sept 26, 2007 12:45:30 GMT -5
"No need." Murazar walked to a point, slammed his foot down revealing a pocket sized hole. He dropped somethign in their no one could se clearly.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 26, 2007 19:44:05 GMT -5
"Would I be to bold asking what you just did?" Jay tilted her head to the side and then looked back to her rock noting that she had forgotten what she was writing upon it.. it would probably return to her in a few days time which by then she would be far from here.
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Post by Murazar on Sept 27, 2007 16:27:27 GMT -5
Murazar looked at her with a grim look on his face, he replied slowly as if he was sad or angry." Aye, you may. also just to keep you from asking the correct question i'll answer you." After a few moments more he said," I paid my respects, but noticed my previous one was missing. Also if I may ask what kind of free people are you, as in elf or dwarf, as in rivendale or iron hills."
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 27, 2007 17:24:20 GMT -5
"I am no more than I mere human.. I lack the beauty and grace of elves while having none of the skills of dwarves. I was born in Gondor." Jay spoke with a certain boldness in her voice but yet she managed to make it seem as if that was the softest her voice would go, "And of you? May I also be as blessed to learn you name so that we will not be strangers in so dark a time."
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Post by Murazar on Sept 27, 2007 17:57:07 GMT -5
Murazar paused for a moment then in a raspy voice said,"I am murazar the black blade and silent as few call me, I am a half elf only the elves in rivendale knew my parents, however they know nothing of me except lineage. I have the grace of the elves, and the silent footfall. I have the skill of the humans with the blade and the dunedains tracking and wood lore. alone with the elves. I am almost a dark elf, I am.... alone."
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 27, 2007 18:02:49 GMT -5
"We are never alone in this world.. I remember one day I believed I was alone as I walked out of Gondor. As I dwelled deeper into the woods I noted that a young eagle was soaring above me giving cries of freedom and hope, no matter how far I walked that day he followed me." Jay told him with a sigh, "I never saw him after that day but other creatures payed due respects to me.. sometimes of the woodland variety and sometimes winged. So we are never alone, Murazar." She brushed a stray hair from her face while looking at him.
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Post by Murazar on Sept 27, 2007 18:07:13 GMT -5
Murazar frowned,"I am, woodland creatures don't give me respect they continue with their lives. I however have lost my family, then my guild as im the last of it, and I have lost my only love. Now the only left for me is to die, I have nothing left since its impossible to gain revenge for my guild or family or my love." He almost had a tear in his eye as memories flooded him, he quickly shut them off. And hardened his heart, what was left of it anyway.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 27, 2007 18:11:48 GMT -5
"You may feel that way but there is always more to life than death. I lost my parents both of them and for days I believed I should cease to exist.. I almost wish that I could be back in the War of The Ring so I could end my life some what bravely but instead I chose a different path when I left Gondor, I chose to work with nature.. I am sure if you trusted nature and worked with it that they would trust you. Some of my best and only friends are those who I could point out to you at this very moment in time." Jay saw the tear or almost tear but made no comment, every thing cried except for the dreaded orcs.
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Post by Murazar on Sept 27, 2007 18:17:39 GMT -5
Murazar shook his head, the frown still on."When I lost my family my mind was set on revenge, I never found the person though or any clue of them. I quite a year later I joined the keepers guild in which I eventually rose to the top of the ranks, and everyone in the guild was family. However I lost them to another guild member who was in hiding, waiting for a new leader to pop up. I was the only survivor, when I found my only love she too died although it was a few years later. I only need to make a legend or a famous tale of me then I can die as long as someone here remembers me and my skill." He looked down, his feet were shaking he didn't know that it was happening. Then he looked at his hands they were more still than death.
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Post by Linwë Culnámo on Sept 27, 2007 18:21:18 GMT -5
"I will say that you have had a tragic past then.. no one should have to endure losing so much, I know the feeling in the slightest sense but it is different. You may not like the ramblings of a mad Druidess but I shall give them to you.. Everyday I have to eat.. sometimes I can find enough berry's to supply me and the woodland folk but occasionally I do have to hunt. And every time I kill an animal large or small I have the worst feeling inside of me, as if a part of me has been broken off and now it shan't come back... have you ever felt that feeling, Guild Leader?" She asked looking oddly at him before noticing that something was wrong.
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Post by Murazar on Sept 27, 2007 18:25:16 GMT -5
Murazar nodded he couldn't look at her now, nor anything but noticing his hands were the only thing of him that wasn't shaking,"I...Have felt that...when I had killed my own kin of....both kinds...I've murdered...lost everything and gained nothing...I have almost nothing left...I.."At that moment he collapsed, all the memorys he had flashed in a instant through his head. He couldn't take the power and pressure of them all at once.
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