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Nogrod · 01-01-2011, 04:00 PM

It is widely known that around year 4500 Valian time the Valar held council because of the grave news Yavanna and Oromë had brought them concerning the Middle-Earth. But one of the matters discussed there has remained secret to this day; that of the missing of a host of Maiar. They had just disappeared, one by one, never coming back from their missions.

“We don’t know where they have gone or how many of them have disappeared”, Yavanna said darkly.

“I’ve searched for them in vain from all over the Middle-Earth but there is no trace of them, anywhere.” Oromë added.

“It’s getting too dangerous for anyone to dwell there, thank’s to Melkor” Irmo sighed hearing the news.

“And think of the coming Eruhíni, the Children… what a terrible ordeal they’ll face.” Nienna sobbed quietly.

“A solution, anyone?” Manwë asked letting his eyes scan the hall.

“Let’s invade!” Tulkas bellowed and rose up from his bench.

“No one’s invading anything before we know of the Children. Eru will not be pleased if his children will be born into the midst of a battle.” Manwë cut in and waved his brother to sit down again.

“It is the destiny of theirs to be born into this age. Unknown are the paths of the Eru… But they shall cling on Varda.” Mandos said solemnly and turned towards Varda.

“I could gather light from the Trees and make ever brighter stars into the sky above” Varda suggested, “to guide the Children and to defy Melkor.”

“That indeed shall happen.” Manwë declared. “The next issue, the decoration of Taniquetil… ”

~*~

Meanwhile back in the jung… oops. *a wrong one*

Meanwhile the Middle-Earth lay in twilight; the sky was dark and the forests were quiet. Save the dark creatures old and strong that roamed the lands with the monsters and shapes of dread created by Melkor in his deep dungeons. And up in the north, Utumno laid in the darkness emerging as a massive black form, deeper dark than its surroundings. From there the balrogs went on their errands, twisting all life and bringing it to Him.

Their latest mission had been to catch all the Maiar they could find moving around the Middle-Earth. Sneakily avoiding the attention of Yavanna and Oromë they had
managed to catch a bunch of them bringing them back to Melkor in Utumno.

“A full twenty captured, like you ordered, Master.” Gothmog declared to his Master.

“Evil… and they’re all under the binding of the spell of hollow sleep?” Melkor checked.

“Yes Mylord, and in the deepest dungeon.”

“Then let us prepare the music… I need Sauron, get him to me!” Melkor said in excitement but just as he was turning away from Gothmog he suddenly halted. “While you’re at it, pick four Maia from ours, preferably some who are fair enough to look at to join the twenty. But do not spellbind them, for they shall not sleep.”

Gothmog bowed and went to his errand.

Melkor started concentrating on a few simple notes first, beginning to weave a web of unaudible sounds. After a while he felt new series of notes coming forwards and knew Sauron had accompanied him. And soon there were a host of evil spirits joining in the music. They sunk into the clusters of polyphony slowly but firmly… and behold, it took a form in sound and sneaked into the dreams of the spellbound Maiar.

It was dark.

The players:

Eomer of the Rohirrim - An associate of Ossë, speciality: lochs and ponds, great alliance with frogs
elronds_daughter - A spirit of no-nonsense
Macalaure - Carmótar, the Maia of housework
Shastanis Althreduin - A spirit of water
Loslote - A spirit of sunshine and rainbows
Kitanna - A spirit of all things unimaginative
wilwarin538 - Belongs to Vána, cares for all the small garden dwelling, winged creatures
Nessa Telrunya - The patron of town criers across the world
Pitchwife - Tender of Oromë's dogs
Satansaloser2005 - A spirit of ducks, muffins and cookies
Inziladun - A vassal of Námo, serving as a warden in Mandos
Rikae - A spirit in charge of silicon & static electricity
Boromir88 - A Maia of Mandos, the interpretter of dreams
A Little Green - A spirit in charge of aliens, hummingbirds and farming
Blind Guardian -A spirit of evil ways
Skip Spence - A follower of Aule with an avid interest in behavioural sciences
Mänwe - A spirit of short acquintances
Valier - A handmaiden of Yavanna, collecting the morning dew from the petals of flowers
Legate of Amon Lanc - A Maia associated with the unfathomed depths of the world's seas but also with the waters surrounding Arda in the outer space...
Thinlómien - A maia who lives in Lórien and paints the dreams of those sleeping there
Aganzir - Aka. Firebeck, a spirit of fire
Ozban - Yavanna's underling with inferiority complex. Caretaker of undergrowth and small bushes in general, especially blackberries
Caílin - A spirit of secrecy
Kath - A spirit of nostalgy

NIGHT1 has begun. The treacherous Maiar can start talking. Seer send me your pick. You others, enjoy the music for the next 36 hours.

D1 will start on 3.1. at 10AM GMT.

PS. The music is there for the mood. So enjoy the deepest dungeon of Utumno!

01-01-2011, 04:00 PM	#3
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,330	Night 1, ca. 4500 Valian time It is widely known that around year 4500 Valian time the Valar held council because of the grave news Yavanna and Oromë had brought them concerning the Middle-Earth. But one of the matters discussed there has remained secret to this day; that of the missing of a host of Maiar. They had just disappeared, one by one, never coming back from their missions. “We don’t know where they have gone or how many of them have disappeared”, Yavanna said darkly. “I’ve searched for them in vain from all over the Middle-Earth but there is no trace of them, anywhere.” Oromë added. “It’s getting too dangerous for anyone to dwell there, thank’s to Melkor” Irmo sighed hearing the news. “And think of the coming Eruhíni, the Children… what a terrible ordeal they’ll face.” Nienna sobbed quietly. “A solution, anyone?” Manwë asked letting his eyes scan the hall. “Let’s invade!” Tulkas bellowed and rose up from his bench. “No one’s invading anything before we know of the Children. Eru will not be pleased if his children will be born into the midst of a battle.” Manwë cut in and waved his brother to sit down again. “It is the destiny of theirs to be born into this age. Unknown are the paths of the Eru… But they shall cling on Varda.” Mandos said solemnly and turned towards Varda. “I could gather light from the Trees and make ever brighter stars into the sky above” Varda suggested, “to guide the Children and to defy Melkor.” “That indeed shall happen.” Manwë declared. “The next issue, the decoration of Taniquetil… ” ~~ Meanwhile back in the jung… oops. a wrong one* Meanwhile the Middle-Earth lay in twilight; the sky was dark and the forests were quiet. Save the dark creatures old and strong that roamed the lands with the monsters and shapes of dread created by Melkor in his deep dungeons. And up in the north, Utumno laid in the darkness emerging as a massive black form, deeper dark than its surroundings. From there the balrogs went on their errands, twisting all life and bringing it to Him. Their latest mission had been to catch all the Maiar they could find moving around the Middle-Earth. Sneakily avoiding the attention of Yavanna and Oromë they had managed to catch a bunch of them bringing them back to Melkor in Utumno. “A full twenty captured, like you ordered, Master.” Gothmog declared to his Master. “Evil… and they’re all under the binding of the spell of hollow sleep?” Melkor checked. “Yes Mylord, and in the deepest dungeon.” “Then let us prepare the music… I need Sauron, get him to me!” Melkor said in excitement but just as he was turning away from Gothmog he suddenly halted. “While you’re at it, pick four Maia from ours, preferably some who are fair enough to look at to join the twenty. But do not spellbind them, for they shall not sleep.” Gothmog bowed and went to his errand. Melkor started concentrating on a few simple notes first, beginning to weave a web of unaudible sounds. After a while he felt new series of notes coming forwards and knew Sauron had accompanied him. And soon there were a host of evil spirits joining in the music. They sunk into the clusters of polyphony slowly but firmly… and behold, it took a form in sound and sneaked into the dreams of the spellbound Maiar. It was dark. The players: Eomer of the Rohirrim - An associate of Ossë, speciality: lochs and ponds, great alliance with frogs elronds_daughter - A spirit of no-nonsense Macalaure - Carmótar, the Maia of housework Shastanis Althreduin - A spirit of water Loslote - A spirit of sunshine and rainbows Kitanna - A spirit of all things unimaginative wilwarin538 - Belongs to Vána, cares for all the small garden dwelling, winged creatures Nessa Telrunya - The patron of town criers across the world Pitchwife - Tender of Oromë's dogs Satansaloser2005 - A spirit of ducks, muffins and cookies Inziladun - A vassal of Námo, serving as a warden in Mandos Rikae - A spirit in charge of silicon & static electricity Boromir88 - A Maia of Mandos, the interpretter of dreams A Little Green - A spirit in charge of aliens, hummingbirds and farming Blind Guardian -A spirit of evil ways Skip Spence - A follower of Aule with an avid interest in behavioural sciences Mänwe - A spirit of short acquintances Valier - A handmaiden of Yavanna, collecting the morning dew from the petals of flowers Legate of Amon Lanc - A Maia associated with the unfathomed depths of the world's seas but also with the waters surrounding Arda in the outer space... Thinlómien - A maia who lives in Lórien and paints the dreams of those sleeping there Aganzir - Aka. Firebeck, a spirit of fire Ozban - Yavanna's underling with inferiority complex. Caretaker of undergrowth and small bushes in general, especially blackberries Caílin - A spirit of secrecy Kath - A spirit of nostalgy NIGHT1 has begun. The treacherous Maiar can start talking. Seer send me your pick. You others, enjoy the music for the next 36 hours. D1 will start on 3.1. at 10AM GMT. PS. The music is there for the mood. So enjoy the deepest dungeon of Utumno! __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet... Last edited by Nogrod; 01-03-2011 at 10:12 AM.