Rivendell RPG

[Amanaduial the archer]

Something in Amans stomach lurched strangely as Thrakatburz said her last few words. Was she trying to accomplish something other than just helping Elrond? I mean he was just an ignorant old fool whose only magic comes from a ring...hmmmm, doesnt that sound familiar? Aman started at the idea, before realising it was not her own. Thrakatburz looked mildly surprised as she realised the mind tie had been broken but her glare was quickly composed again to a face of sweetness and light.
"You know you want to join me....the dark side is so much better. Remember the saying, Thick as Thieves." Thrakat purred on, but both witches were distracted as Alas head shot up involuntarily as the evil witch said the last few words. She was white as a ghost...Elronds ghost...or the ones trying to stop him?
Aman knew this couldnt be possible. Shed put upa ll the barriers and offered fruits of the elements to the spirits in exchange for his soul. But she was no true necromancress...