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Old 03-29-2003, 11:49 PM   #16
Maegaladiel
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Maegaladiel has just left Hobbiton.
Sting

“Confound it!!” bellowed Lhingril. The man cowering before the necromancer flinched at his angry words. Being the bearer of bad news was a deadly job, especially if the news was for his master Lhingril.

“They have found the King, AND have plans to set my tunnels ablaze?!?” the dark man hollered. Under his hard gaze, the little man seemed to shrink.

“Y-y-yes, my lord,” he sputtered. “B-b-but a ship waits for you at the docks, master. We have made arrangements for your escape.” Lhingril slapped the underling alongside the head. The unfortunate man yelped like a frightened dog.

“You’ll have more to whine about when I’m through with you, you mangy cur!” the necromancer spat. “I plot for weeks on end to create the perfect plan for domination, and now I must crawl on my belly to escape the wrath of a Prince and a handful of men?! They shall all die like the useless maggots they are!! And your fate will be ten times worse!” The grunt’s eyes widened in fear. Lhingril rubbed his temples, deep in thought.

“It seems as though the spider has been chased out of his own web by a small swarm of flies. But no matter,” a wicked grin crossed his face, making him look hellishly demented in the flickering torchlight. “I shall return, and when I do, I shall feast upon Gondor’s blood. Not even the Valar shall be able to stop me!” He strode down the hallways aimed for a secret passage that led all the way to the docks. The little man followed at his heels like a scolded puppy. Lhingril stopped abruptly.

“And where are you going?” he asked. The man sputtered that he was going to the docks. Lhingril raised an eyebrow.

“You’re staying here. I said you were to be punished. I cannot go back on my word, now can I?” The wicked smile returned. “Besides, someone needs to feed my children.” Lhingril snapped his fingers, and a spider dropped from the ceiling, landing squarely on the frightened underling’s head. Two more joined their brother in his feast, and the little man’s screams of terror echoed long and loud through the tunnels, unheard by all but the dark figure making for the exit. Too bad, he thought to himself. In a few moments, all those spiders would be dead. Such a tragic loss of life.
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Later, Lhingril spoke quietly to one of the sailors aboard the Windrunner.

"I have arrangements with Yr Saldan," he said. The man nodded and motioned for him to follow.

Soon, Lhingril would be ten times as powerful. He would breed a new spider army, one stronger and swifter than the last. Gondor would be his. And no one would be able to stop him. No one.
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OK, which one of you wise guys bought Denethor a flame thrower?!?
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