Part 2
- Location
- Kiel; Germany
Your new master's cunning was great, indeed! For he was hiding behind the mask of an old man who looked disgustingly kind. A long, gray beard covered much of his face, and he wore a grey coat as he was sitting by a fire, alone in the lands below Angmar. He was giving away his true nature by two things: one, he was breathing smoke, and second, on his hand was a ring that was singing with power.
You approached carefully and slowly, fearing that he would destroy you either by his power or his guards. But the closer you came, it was more and more apparent that there weren't any guards who would try to stop you. That only reassured your feelings even more that this was the true Dark Lord; he didn't fear the world, let alone a single orc creeping at night. For a short moment you toyed with the idea to try and get the jump on the new Dark Lord, as a last test for him - but that idea vanished as quickly as it had come. You hadn't searched him out just to be killed in a stupid move, you weren't like the regular dumb orc! That was the reason why you were here, you as the only orc you knew, had seen the lies of Sauron.
Suddenly the old man stood up and looked into the dark directly at you. The fire should have made him blind to your approach, you think, but then remember what and who this old man was.
"I know you're there! Show yourself!" The voice of the old man booms out and is commanding. You can't ignore it. You stand up, alone and without any cover in the dark, slightly shaking. That voice is cold and hard. No living thing can withstand it, you've to follow the order given. Hopefully, the Dark Lord would found you not lacking and take you into his service.
"An orc?" The Lord said more to himself than to you as he steps closer. A light, like starlight was coming from his staff. It felt like a good, old stabbing into your eyes as you fearful couldn't look away, not even blinking. "What does an orc doing here. Sneaking around my camp in the dark of the night, I wonder?"
You can't say anything, your muscles don't listen to your commands as you're under the spell of the Dark Lord. You only can wait and let him muster you. He comes closer and inspects you carefully but far enough away that he could quickly draw his sword and strike you down if he wanted. Now that you're closer to him, you can feel his mighty power, his masquerade can barely hold it all back, and you realize that he knew for a long time that you were coming. Without any doubt, he had been amused by your pitty attempts at stealth. How could you ever think you could watch him without him realizing you were watching him?
"Well, now? Don't you will answer my questions? What mischief were you planning on dear, old me?"
The moment he demands an answer, the spell loses slightly, you can feel it. It isn't enough for you to move again, but enough that you can speak. "I've searched for you far and wide. But I couldn't find you anywhere, not in Gundabad, not in Dwarven Death or Angmar. You hide well."
"Mhm, that is the strangest compliment I've ever been given. And the first coming from an orc, how curious. But why did you seek me out?"
"To serve you."
"To serve me?" The old man looks surprised at you, his eyebrows seem to vanish beneath his hat. "Now, that is something I haven't been expecting coming from anyone, let alone an orc. Curious times. Who do you think you will serve if you serve old me?"
[ ] "Durb-Ghâsh, the new, true Dark Lord!"
[ ] "Búbhosh-Ghâsh, the new, true Dark Lord!"
[ ] Write-in
You approached carefully and slowly, fearing that he would destroy you either by his power or his guards. But the closer you came, it was more and more apparent that there weren't any guards who would try to stop you. That only reassured your feelings even more that this was the true Dark Lord; he didn't fear the world, let alone a single orc creeping at night. For a short moment you toyed with the idea to try and get the jump on the new Dark Lord, as a last test for him - but that idea vanished as quickly as it had come. You hadn't searched him out just to be killed in a stupid move, you weren't like the regular dumb orc! That was the reason why you were here, you as the only orc you knew, had seen the lies of Sauron.
Suddenly the old man stood up and looked into the dark directly at you. The fire should have made him blind to your approach, you think, but then remember what and who this old man was.
"I know you're there! Show yourself!" The voice of the old man booms out and is commanding. You can't ignore it. You stand up, alone and without any cover in the dark, slightly shaking. That voice is cold and hard. No living thing can withstand it, you've to follow the order given. Hopefully, the Dark Lord would found you not lacking and take you into his service.
"An orc?" The Lord said more to himself than to you as he steps closer. A light, like starlight was coming from his staff. It felt like a good, old stabbing into your eyes as you fearful couldn't look away, not even blinking. "What does an orc doing here. Sneaking around my camp in the dark of the night, I wonder?"
You can't say anything, your muscles don't listen to your commands as you're under the spell of the Dark Lord. You only can wait and let him muster you. He comes closer and inspects you carefully but far enough away that he could quickly draw his sword and strike you down if he wanted. Now that you're closer to him, you can feel his mighty power, his masquerade can barely hold it all back, and you realize that he knew for a long time that you were coming. Without any doubt, he had been amused by your pitty attempts at stealth. How could you ever think you could watch him without him realizing you were watching him?
"Well, now? Don't you will answer my questions? What mischief were you planning on dear, old me?"
The moment he demands an answer, the spell loses slightly, you can feel it. It isn't enough for you to move again, but enough that you can speak. "I've searched for you far and wide. But I couldn't find you anywhere, not in Gundabad, not in Dwarven Death or Angmar. You hide well."
"Mhm, that is the strangest compliment I've ever been given. And the first coming from an orc, how curious. But why did you seek me out?"
"To serve you."
"To serve me?" The old man looks surprised at you, his eyebrows seem to vanish beneath his hat. "Now, that is something I haven't been expecting coming from anyone, let alone an orc. Curious times. Who do you think you will serve if you serve old me?"
[ ] "Durb-Ghâsh, the new, true Dark Lord!"
[ ] "Búbhosh-Ghâsh, the new, true Dark Lord!"
[ ] Write-in
