I have to wonder what the Gondorians will think about the dragon-riding orcs ridding to their rescue.
A Light from the Shadow (Tolkien CKII)
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I have to wonder what the Gondorians will think about the dragon-riding orcs ridding to their rescue.
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Hell, what Sauron and the Nazgul will be thinking. Eagles are one thing.
Orcs-riding-Dragons is another entirely
Orcs-riding-Dragons is another entirely
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Aye, do our best boys know any medicine that may help arathorn? No one should have to live a cursed life filled with pain!!! If we can ease it just even a little that would be good enough for me. Even if we take a small hit to our marital score for a time...
Also our orcas will out dwarf the dwarves themselves!!!
Riding dragons to war!!! And not just dragons, but armored dragons and wolves!!! As for flying beasts....DRAKES!!! We shall fall upon the unredeemable like fire, iron, and furballs of doom!!!
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Carn Dûm Conclusion
ganonso
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Carn Dûm Conclusion
You remember how Dragons came to be. It is like all tales of Morgoth a sad and terrible one. For even as the Black Foe was barred of true creation, such a ban was laid only to the creation of souls. Terrible beasts did Morgoth mold using flesh as clay and thus, the dragons came to be. Bauglir shaped with evil mind and cruel land a race of great serpents whose venom took flame as it left their mouths. Like all twisting of the Shadow, such beasts were dumb and only animal instincts ruled them. To solve this conundrum the Dark Vala ordered some of his cohorts to do as they did with the Orcs. They took the form of great serpents and procreated with the beasts creating a new race. Some ill-spirit named Glarung, so grievously wounded during the wars of Arda's youth he couldn't take form again, possessed the firstborn of this race and became renowned in the tales of Elves. Later Morgoth gave them wings and Gothmog, wounded unto death in his fight against fair Ecthelion of the Fountain, was housed in the form of the greatest to ever fly the skies of Arda. From Angband's fall they spread through the North and warred against the Dwarves and all good people for the greed and pride of their fathers ran in their blood.
Just like Eagles and Werewolves they are animals, even if they are intelligent and possessed of the power of speech. The Secret Fire was not imparted to them and the wisdom carried by their Maïa blood will fade and wither through the generations until remain only serpents of amazing size and bones the Children of Eru will marvel at as they dry under the sun. Still as you see these two flying above the armies of Carn Dûm, the laughter of Sauron in your ears you decide to place your greatest bet.
You sing a song of flame, a song of fire born from your own soul. For you were there when was made the race of dragons and this knowledge is part of your call. You reach to the two flying serpent and in them you touch what little was left untouched by Morgoth's corruption. For they have been cursed with greed and pride and the knowledge they were evil and fear of their inevitable decay weights on their mind. You sense them scoffing at the idea they can be brought to the Light for are they not children of Melkor, slaves to his malice. Most fell was the deed of Glaurung when he happened upon Nienor daughter of Hurin in the woods of Nan Elmoth, most fell indeed of all the deeds of the Elder Days. And yet, and yet…
You have been absolved of your sins, you who bore arms against the Maker of All. You have been welcomed back in the fellowship of his servants, you who daubed your wings in black and served at the shoulder of the Adversary. Your story resounding in their heads is a witness for no mortal living or dead sinned as you sinned. How could they? They are mortal and even the wisdom of the greatest of the Firstborn is but a spark to the wisdom that was yours when you turned from the light. Shaking and turning go the cold drakes in the sky and from the saddle fall Morgomir the Blind, falling like lightning in the ruins of Carn Dûm while the two dragons fly higher than arrow's reach before clamoring to Radagast Beastamer. At his voice no dart comes from the armies of Arnor as they gain new allies.
And Sauron which with you gazes upon the battlefield doesn't understand what happens and you feel him recoil as if your song of penance and freedom and hope was poison to his ears.
[Battle
Carn Dûm: 85+7+33: 125
Arnor: 79+80+3+98: 260
125/260: Death to the Shadow]
Great is the battle that follows. Great and filled with acts of valor and daring even though the armies of Carn Dûm lost their heart seeing their drakes turn their poisonous breaths upon them. Beautiful it will be called when bards will put it to song for the glory of Arathorn King of Arnor, yet no beauty do you see in this butchery. Still the armies of Arnor run to the walls with great clamor and at their head their king in armor resplendent and terrible sword. Against them rise Orcs and beasts but they are dispersed like straw in a summer's storm. At Bandobras' command, arrows fly true. Breemen brace themselves and locked ranks advance to ruined walls. In the middle the Elven Host and the Dunedain together ride like an army of the First Days.
It is red-day and the Palantir guides your eyes through the melee. You see a youth fallinf rom the walls, still clutching the black-feathered shaft that pierced his neck. Another hacks and hews at the corpse of masked Black Numenorean, not realizing his foe is long dead. The screams and whispers of the Dead answer to elvish song and for a moment you think yourself in the Timeless Halls to hear the struggle between Music and Discord. Comes a moment where you are minded to curse the fate that led you to embrace mercy for you see them all! Orc, Men, either loyal or monstrous, even the wolves and bats that stalk the ruined streets! These are not members of your former order, ill spirits or dumb animals! These are not the wraiths of the Barrow-Downs who must return to their grave and the judgement of Mandos! They are alive and even as you see the Orcs form time and time again around the broken gates, you remember the lies you served them about elvish cruelty and how they should expect no mercy nor give any.
As they are cut down you realize you are looking to the bitter fruits of your fall. Not that yo were the only one or the most prominent in doing this but even for the slaves of Morgoth now you feel pity. They scream the same as Men or Elves when the drakes come from the heavens and bathe them in poison, or swoop down and break their bodies against the rocks. They are weak and the Light is strong and to their eyes the grey-eyed lords of the West are terrible to behold in their wrath. Yet your Song still resounds across the battlefield and even as your fire drive the Dunedain, it also helps them understand. These Orcs, and there are some who throw their weapons under the onslaught and cry for mercy are spared. A small number but still a glory for the armies of Arnor greater even than the taking of the city
[Duel
Arathorn: 32+3
Morgomir: 24+70: 94
49:70: Morgul Wound]
Still even if the host of Carn Dûm crumbles against the assault, underestimating them is a mistake. Morgomir rallies what remains of his guards, black orcs bearing the heraldry of the Nine, Black Numenoreans enamored of evil knowledge, dead and wights hungering for the life that was taken from them. Salvaging the battle is not in his plans and he waits for the party of the King to be isolated before falling against them. Great is this duel between the flower of Edain's nobility and the dark soldiery of the Dark Lord. Morgomir himself leading the charge with weapons shining with baleful runes and covered in a slick oil of poison. Like lightning they fall upon the King and his guard and they strike down his escort. Calagil burns bright as it bites undead and living flesh alike but the Nazgul are dread foes for mortal to face.
Arathorn is cast down and Morgomir pierces him with enspelled blade and corruption. Gandalf and Radagast and many men besides them take him back and without that the King of Arnor would have gone the way of the princes of forgotten Cardolan. Seeing two of the Istari against him, dragons in the skies filling the air with screams and his own forces destroyed, the wraith, wounded and bleeding abandon the field. He cast down his cloak and sword and all that is not his damnable ring. Unseen but not unfelt he takes flight and from the West comes a wind that blow him away with a dread scream. For no Nazgul will ever come back to these lands now.
You cut the connection and prepare to move. You know Arathorn will survive and preparations have to be made for his crowning. It will be a grand affair of course but still the number of Sauron's pawns is dwindling. You have a bad feeling about this. You win and it's good but what will the first servant of the Discord do when confronted to a losing situation? Morgoth would have destroyed Arda out of spite if he could for what he couldn't possess no one could. Sauron is not so great and not so fallen but still. What could he do?
Such thoughts keep you measured even as you ride down the road to Fornost who even now is rebuilding to see what the future brings.
Arathorn gains the trait Morgul-Wounded: Forbids the character to ride to battle.
You remember how Dragons came to be. It is like all tales of Morgoth a sad and terrible one. For even as the Black Foe was barred of true creation, such a ban was laid only to the creation of souls. Terrible beasts did Morgoth mold using flesh as clay and thus, the dragons came to be. Bauglir shaped with evil mind and cruel land a race of great serpents whose venom took flame as it left their mouths. Like all twisting of the Shadow, such beasts were dumb and only animal instincts ruled them. To solve this conundrum the Dark Vala ordered some of his cohorts to do as they did with the Orcs. They took the form of great serpents and procreated with the beasts creating a new race. Some ill-spirit named Glarung, so grievously wounded during the wars of Arda's youth he couldn't take form again, possessed the firstborn of this race and became renowned in the tales of Elves. Later Morgoth gave them wings and Gothmog, wounded unto death in his fight against fair Ecthelion of the Fountain, was housed in the form of the greatest to ever fly the skies of Arda. From Angband's fall they spread through the North and warred against the Dwarves and all good people for the greed and pride of their fathers ran in their blood.
Just like Eagles and Werewolves they are animals, even if they are intelligent and possessed of the power of speech. The Secret Fire was not imparted to them and the wisdom carried by their Maïa blood will fade and wither through the generations until remain only serpents of amazing size and bones the Children of Eru will marvel at as they dry under the sun. Still as you see these two flying above the armies of Carn Dûm, the laughter of Sauron in your ears you decide to place your greatest bet.
You sing a song of flame, a song of fire born from your own soul. For you were there when was made the race of dragons and this knowledge is part of your call. You reach to the two flying serpent and in them you touch what little was left untouched by Morgoth's corruption. For they have been cursed with greed and pride and the knowledge they were evil and fear of their inevitable decay weights on their mind. You sense them scoffing at the idea they can be brought to the Light for are they not children of Melkor, slaves to his malice. Most fell was the deed of Glaurung when he happened upon Nienor daughter of Hurin in the woods of Nan Elmoth, most fell indeed of all the deeds of the Elder Days. And yet, and yet…
You have been absolved of your sins, you who bore arms against the Maker of All. You have been welcomed back in the fellowship of his servants, you who daubed your wings in black and served at the shoulder of the Adversary. Your story resounding in their heads is a witness for no mortal living or dead sinned as you sinned. How could they? They are mortal and even the wisdom of the greatest of the Firstborn is but a spark to the wisdom that was yours when you turned from the light. Shaking and turning go the cold drakes in the sky and from the saddle fall Morgomir the Blind, falling like lightning in the ruins of Carn Dûm while the two dragons fly higher than arrow's reach before clamoring to Radagast Beastamer. At his voice no dart comes from the armies of Arnor as they gain new allies.
And Sauron which with you gazes upon the battlefield doesn't understand what happens and you feel him recoil as if your song of penance and freedom and hope was poison to his ears.
[Battle
Carn Dûm: 85+7+33: 125
Arnor: 79+80+3+98: 260
125/260: Death to the Shadow]
Great is the battle that follows. Great and filled with acts of valor and daring even though the armies of Carn Dûm lost their heart seeing their drakes turn their poisonous breaths upon them. Beautiful it will be called when bards will put it to song for the glory of Arathorn King of Arnor, yet no beauty do you see in this butchery. Still the armies of Arnor run to the walls with great clamor and at their head their king in armor resplendent and terrible sword. Against them rise Orcs and beasts but they are dispersed like straw in a summer's storm. At Bandobras' command, arrows fly true. Breemen brace themselves and locked ranks advance to ruined walls. In the middle the Elven Host and the Dunedain together ride like an army of the First Days.
It is red-day and the Palantir guides your eyes through the melee. You see a youth fallinf rom the walls, still clutching the black-feathered shaft that pierced his neck. Another hacks and hews at the corpse of masked Black Numenorean, not realizing his foe is long dead. The screams and whispers of the Dead answer to elvish song and for a moment you think yourself in the Timeless Halls to hear the struggle between Music and Discord. Comes a moment where you are minded to curse the fate that led you to embrace mercy for you see them all! Orc, Men, either loyal or monstrous, even the wolves and bats that stalk the ruined streets! These are not members of your former order, ill spirits or dumb animals! These are not the wraiths of the Barrow-Downs who must return to their grave and the judgement of Mandos! They are alive and even as you see the Orcs form time and time again around the broken gates, you remember the lies you served them about elvish cruelty and how they should expect no mercy nor give any.
As they are cut down you realize you are looking to the bitter fruits of your fall. Not that yo were the only one or the most prominent in doing this but even for the slaves of Morgoth now you feel pity. They scream the same as Men or Elves when the drakes come from the heavens and bathe them in poison, or swoop down and break their bodies against the rocks. They are weak and the Light is strong and to their eyes the grey-eyed lords of the West are terrible to behold in their wrath. Yet your Song still resounds across the battlefield and even as your fire drive the Dunedain, it also helps them understand. These Orcs, and there are some who throw their weapons under the onslaught and cry for mercy are spared. A small number but still a glory for the armies of Arnor greater even than the taking of the city
[Duel
Arathorn: 32+3
Morgomir: 24+70: 94
49:70: Morgul Wound]
Still even if the host of Carn Dûm crumbles against the assault, underestimating them is a mistake. Morgomir rallies what remains of his guards, black orcs bearing the heraldry of the Nine, Black Numenoreans enamored of evil knowledge, dead and wights hungering for the life that was taken from them. Salvaging the battle is not in his plans and he waits for the party of the King to be isolated before falling against them. Great is this duel between the flower of Edain's nobility and the dark soldiery of the Dark Lord. Morgomir himself leading the charge with weapons shining with baleful runes and covered in a slick oil of poison. Like lightning they fall upon the King and his guard and they strike down his escort. Calagil burns bright as it bites undead and living flesh alike but the Nazgul are dread foes for mortal to face.
Arathorn is cast down and Morgomir pierces him with enspelled blade and corruption. Gandalf and Radagast and many men besides them take him back and without that the King of Arnor would have gone the way of the princes of forgotten Cardolan. Seeing two of the Istari against him, dragons in the skies filling the air with screams and his own forces destroyed, the wraith, wounded and bleeding abandon the field. He cast down his cloak and sword and all that is not his damnable ring. Unseen but not unfelt he takes flight and from the West comes a wind that blow him away with a dread scream. For no Nazgul will ever come back to these lands now.
You cut the connection and prepare to move. You know Arathorn will survive and preparations have to be made for his crowning. It will be a grand affair of course but still the number of Sauron's pawns is dwindling. You have a bad feeling about this. You win and it's good but what will the first servant of the Discord do when confronted to a losing situation? Morgoth would have destroyed Arda out of spite if he could for what he couldn't possess no one could. Sauron is not so great and not so fallen but still. What could he do?
Such thoughts keep you measured even as you ride down the road to Fornost who even now is rebuilding to see what the future brings.
Arathorn gains the trait Morgul-Wounded: Forbids the character to ride to battle.
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this is wonderful, shame we cant help Arathorn out from his wound, but maybe we can turn the dragons back to the light...it will take radagast time and effort but maybe, just maybe the wyrms will become something greater then before...
anyone say Metallic dragons in Middle Earth?
anyway great job Gonso, take your time and your well deserved rest, you definitely gave us something to chew on.
this is really shaping up to be a penance quest, where we see the fruits of our fall. we should also definetly check out the ring of power for the dwarves, knowing sauron he's going to go crafty and try to build up a massive army to crush certain places, if he doesn't have cold drakes he could get smaug the fire drake.
could we even turn smaug to our side? it would indeed be a worthy penance...perhaps maybe we can even find others who need to repent?
also best to check out how our orcs are doing down in the misty moutains, hopefully one day they can stand in the sun and see the wonders of arda with new eyes unclouded by the darkness...but able to still see through it and pity the crying wretch of a child and give compassion to those that would accept it, and to give a merciful end to those who spurn it.
anyone say Metallic dragons in Middle Earth?
anyway great job Gonso, take your time and your well deserved rest, you definitely gave us something to chew on.
this is really shaping up to be a penance quest, where we see the fruits of our fall. we should also definetly check out the ring of power for the dwarves, knowing sauron he's going to go crafty and try to build up a massive army to crush certain places, if he doesn't have cold drakes he could get smaug the fire drake.
could we even turn smaug to our side? it would indeed be a worthy penance...perhaps maybe we can even find others who need to repent?
also best to check out how our orcs are doing down in the misty moutains, hopefully one day they can stand in the sun and see the wonders of arda with new eyes unclouded by the darkness...but able to still see through it and pity the crying wretch of a child and give compassion to those that would accept it, and to give a merciful end to those who spurn it.
ganonso
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You can try to redeem Smaug but there is the isty-bitty difficulty of having the Dwarves accept to forgive him. Yes they accepted you but you slaughtered an army as an introduction. Smaug is squatting in their kingdom, rolling in their treasure, having their Arkenstone.
To be fair this campaign has surprised me quite a bit. The climax I was thinking about was Morgomir throwing his sword as you defeated his armies and putting to question what to do with a surrendering Nazgul but you chose the Palantir, had your chat with Sauron and chose dragons. Who remain creatures of great pride who, unlike the Orcs, were not chained by abject suffering.
To be fair this campaign has surprised me quite a bit. The climax I was thinking about was Morgomir throwing his sword as you defeated his armies and putting to question what to do with a surrendering Nazgul but you chose the Palantir, had your chat with Sauron and chose dragons. Who remain creatures of great pride who, unlike the Orcs, were not chained by abject suffering.
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we are just FULL of surprises...I wonder how we will be able to redeem the shadow's of the world and return them to Eru's embrace? I wonder if we are yet part of the song sun during the creation of the world of forgiveness?
edited: pride is good and all, its just when its turned to arrogance does it become a problem.
I would have thought the answer to that would be obvious. A Nazgul is fundamentally a wraith, one who has long outstayed his time within the circles of the world. As a faithful servant of Eru could we do anything but send him along to Mandos and beyond?
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ganonso
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Yep but choosing to strike him not as a foe but a service and reasuring beforehand about what lay after would not have been so easy.
Big problem is Morianor is intelligent enough to realize no sins can compare to his own original fault: to have participated in the Marring of Arda and helping introduce evil into creation. When you take that into account all moral quandaries are easy. Even a Nazgul's burden is less than bearing arms against God.
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So to summarize.
The White Council of 2801 saw the greatest victory of the forces of Light in the Third Age. Galadriel destroyed Dol Guldur, Saruman managed to bring Dunlendings and Rohirrims together and you presided over the rebirth of the Lost Kingdom of Arnor. While the last can seem like nothing for even with his victory Eriador is still devoid of much people, the path to a prospering and flourishing kingdom can be seen. Also with the Dunedain now openly guarding the roads of their realm and purging any creature of Shadow who yet remains, which there is scant few.
That doesn't mean there will be no problems. The Dunedain who are rebuilding their cities are prone to set up race hierarchies where the nobility is jealous of their bloodlines (even if Elrond would attribute their longevity compared to Gondor's own lords to the northern nobility elven lifestyle). A propos there is that small matter of Arnor's claim on the southern kingdom, both citing the high Kingship passed from Elendil to Isildur, and the marriage of Firiel, daughter of Ondoher of Gondor and Arvedui of Arnor in 1940. Of course the Gondorian answer is that these matters were actually settled in the last days of Arnor where Arvedui was refused the crown. (upon the claim that while Numenor had cognatic succession the realms in exile were agnatic only).
Beregond of Gondor has not even deigned comment a possible Arnorian claim even as he sent a sizeable delegation led by his own son Belecthor. The 50 year old man didn't comment on the banner of Arnor: Seven stars around a scepter, which is rather close to the livery of the Guards of the Fountain.
Complicating things further is that the Dunlendings are interested in renewing their bonds with their kinsmen in Enedwaith which would mean a fourth Mannish Kingdom to the West.
The biggest interrogation is of course what Sauron will do. Umbar is still in the hands of Adunaphael and the Lord of the Nine remains openly in Minas Morgul. He has suffered a terrible defeat and the losses of two fortresses of great importance. Indeed the influence of the Shadow over the lands west of the Mountains is at its weakest point since the rule of Gil-Galad. You don't know how he could return from this defeat but you know him personally and you know he will manage to find something suitably grievous to do. According to your visions in the Palantir, he is in the East somewhere but a simple massed assault is not his style. Not if he can help it.
The White Council of 2801 saw the greatest victory of the forces of Light in the Third Age. Galadriel destroyed Dol Guldur, Saruman managed to bring Dunlendings and Rohirrims together and you presided over the rebirth of the Lost Kingdom of Arnor. While the last can seem like nothing for even with his victory Eriador is still devoid of much people, the path to a prospering and flourishing kingdom can be seen. Also with the Dunedain now openly guarding the roads of their realm and purging any creature of Shadow who yet remains, which there is scant few.
That doesn't mean there will be no problems. The Dunedain who are rebuilding their cities are prone to set up race hierarchies where the nobility is jealous of their bloodlines (even if Elrond would attribute their longevity compared to Gondor's own lords to the northern nobility elven lifestyle). A propos there is that small matter of Arnor's claim on the southern kingdom, both citing the high Kingship passed from Elendil to Isildur, and the marriage of Firiel, daughter of Ondoher of Gondor and Arvedui of Arnor in 1940. Of course the Gondorian answer is that these matters were actually settled in the last days of Arnor where Arvedui was refused the crown. (upon the claim that while Numenor had cognatic succession the realms in exile were agnatic only).
Beregond of Gondor has not even deigned comment a possible Arnorian claim even as he sent a sizeable delegation led by his own son Belecthor. The 50 year old man didn't comment on the banner of Arnor: Seven stars around a scepter, which is rather close to the livery of the Guards of the Fountain.
Complicating things further is that the Dunlendings are interested in renewing their bonds with their kinsmen in Enedwaith which would mean a fourth Mannish Kingdom to the West.
The biggest interrogation is of course what Sauron will do. Umbar is still in the hands of Adunaphael and the Lord of the Nine remains openly in Minas Morgul. He has suffered a terrible defeat and the losses of two fortresses of great importance. Indeed the influence of the Shadow over the lands west of the Mountains is at its weakest point since the rule of Gil-Galad. You don't know how he could return from this defeat but you know him personally and you know he will manage to find something suitably grievous to do. According to your visions in the Palantir, he is in the East somewhere but a simple massed assault is not his style. Not if he can help it.
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As long as you don't toss a second Great Plague at us, we're golden.
I don't see how Manwe would allow his domain to be misused so insultingly a second time. I'm surprised it slipped past him the first time actually.
I suppose you could argue "but Valar can't affect Middle Earth directly" but then Ulmo wouldn't be allowed to send prophecies and basically give portents, guide people, know the future and basically perform surveillance over everything through rain, so I wouldn't buy it if it happened. Just FYI.
I don't see how Manwe would allow his domain to be misused so insultingly a second time. I'm surprised it slipped past him the first time actually.
I suppose you could argue "but Valar can't affect Middle Earth directly" but then Ulmo wouldn't be allowed to send prophecies and basically give portents, guide people, know the future and basically perform surveillance over everything through rain, so I wouldn't buy it if it happened. Just FYI.
ganonso
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As long as you don't toss a second Great Plague at us, we're golden.
I don't see how Manwe would allow his domain to be misused so insultingly a second time. I'm surprised it slipped past him the first time actually.
I suppose you could argue "but Valar can't affect Middle Earth directly" but then Ulmo wouldn't be allowed to send prophecies and basically give portents, guide people, know the future and basically perform surveillance over everything through rain, so I wouldn't buy it if it happened. Just FYI.
But the Valar didn't stop any pestilence in OTL. Also since when Ulmo intervene in the Third Age? He certainly didn't budge when the Witch-King was sending storms to sink the ship of Arnor's last king.
I'm actually seriously wondering if the Long Winter and the Great Plague are Sauronic in nature. Both touched the Shire, who normally stands immune to Shadow's sheananigans. And it's rather more powerful than anything the Dark Lord do in the War of the Ring. You could think he would send a Plague to soften people up before the great assault.
They could be totally natural phenomenoma. The chronicles are in-universe documents so their attribution to Sauron could be a genuine mistake.
I won't send you a Great Plague because it would be shitty as you have basically no defenses against it whatsoever (I mean you and the Istari and Elrond could totally save people, just not in the scale where it would do much good for the population at large). But that doesn't mean the Witch King cannot do anything with the massive fields of poisonous flowers just in front of his fortress.
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- Mists of Albion
Eh, we've done enough, let he Four Kingdoms of Man and Three of Elves handle themselves for now.
We have the First Kingdom of the Free Orcs to finish building, as well as ensuring Moria remains in Dwarven hands. Maybe later we can aid in ousting Smaug, creating a Second Active Dwarven Kingdom in the West.
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Nice quest!!
You forgot to Threadmark the Conclusion and the summary of the actions of the White Council.
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Please tell me we got some kind of Dragon Whisperer trait xDD
Also you didn-t edit Arathorn's Char Sheet, he is still without his Morgul Wound Trait.
You forgot to Threadmark the Conclusion and the summary of the actions of the White Council.
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Please tell me we got some kind of Dragon Whisperer trait xDD
Also you didn-t edit Arathorn's Char Sheet, he is still without his Morgul Wound Trait.
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Arathorn’s Crowning
ganonso
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Arathorn's Crowning
Curious how much happened in so little time. Two years ago, not long for mortals, the twinkle of an eye for one of the Firstborn or your kind, you were in service to the Discord, stepped in shadow, so fallen Melkor's grievous hate was twisting your form in every way. Two years ago Dwarves were at war with the Orcs and darkness threatened to swallow Arda whole. Arnor was a ghost-haunted wasteland and Greenwood suffered under the pall of darkness, its light changed to mirk. Two years ago, the Orcs of Moria suffered in bondage to a king who saw them slaughtered by the children of Aulë. Them and their kinsmen everywhere had no hope of healing, or redemption, waiting only for death and after death to the Void or whatever fate Mandos does not disclose to those who ask. Who knows what would have happened after the great battle if you did not turn? The Dwarves would have dispersed anew and would have continued to dream about their forgotten mansions. In dreams now you see your own end would have come, in fire and lightning and crumbling on the mountain sides. You have no doubt Sauron's as well would have been destroyed for everything created is promised to doom and the Ruling Ring is no exception.
Two years and you are high in the councils of the Wise. Two years and Dol Guldur is a smoking ruin, broken by the triple alliance of Men, Dwarves and Elves. Mirkwood is being purged from the creatures of the reign of Sauron and light is brought even to sunless clearings. Two years and the Dwarves have found their mansions anew and work tirelessly to rebuild their former glory. Their halls are full of lamps and hammer fall and harp is strung anew in Khazad-Dum. Two years and the Orcs under your command kneel to the Powers and he who made them. At their head come Palantir you healed of Morgoth's evil by taking it into your own essence. Two years and the armies of light cast down the walls of Carn Dûm, this time for good you hope and Dragons of all beings fly to your side, entranced by the promise of the light they spy on the West. And Arnor, first of the kingdoms in exile, destroyed by the Lord of the Nazguls and cursed to remain barren and frightful for the ages. Arnor is free of taint, the screams of her tormentors being heard in the winds as they can't ever come there again.
Arnor where you stand now. The Dunedain impress you with the speed with which they restored the ancient city of Annuminas. Not Fornost though for many reasons. For one Fornost was capital of Arthedain's only and so stands heir and symbol to divisions Arnor would rather forget already. And while Annuminas was abandoned, Fornost was sacked and became known as Deadman's Dike. The Dunedain are mounting an expedition to cleanse it once and for all from the remnants of Angmar who dwell there. While wraiths and specters flew beyond the mountains when Palantir broke the spell anchoring them to the land of their victory, Orcs who closed their ears to the truth and wargs coming from the northern uncharted lands are still a nuisance. So Annuminas is host to the crowning of Arathorn as King of Arnor reborn. Other minds than yours are debating if he must be counted as the eleventh, forgetting the division of the realm or the twenty-sixth following Arvedui, who by the way should be renamed to something more appropriate. Bolder voices want to crown him as thirty eight, counting the Chieftains of the Dunedain.
You don't understand how they can prattle like this about such vanities but then you remember the Elves in the First Age. Kzorg is with you as is an important delegation of your children. They are not the strangest guests to this celebration. Yes they are odd when placed next to the silvery helms of the Gondorian delegation, led by Belecthor son of the ruling Steward. You sense discussions to come about the Gondorian own crown, and yet perhaps not. Eru knows Arathorn is not in state to dispute the Ruling Stewards. Belecthor is accompanied by his son Thorondir, a young lad according to the count of his house, who seems more prone to risk himself by speaking to your charges. From Rivendell has come Elrond himself and many of his house. Dwarves both of Khazad Dum and the Blue Mountains grumble in the spring's air. From the Shire Hobbits have come to renew their allegiance and rejoin the community of the peoples of Arda. This would be an unprecedented gathering even if you discounted the great drakes flowing through the air, great drakes unbound by Sauron and who accepted to hear you in hope of freedom and redemption.
You are moved to tears as the crowd is led in procession to the high seat of the city where Elendil the Tall once sat. Arathorn is waiting for you. One hundred and five years he lived, the prime of health for one of his lineage. Yet now he is marked by wrinkles and care, and eyes who saw too many a sleepless night. Even in this happiest of days, you notice the clenching of his teeth and the had who passes over many envenomed wounds. Mighty are the arts of Rivendell but even then have their limits when corruption takes so much root. Never again will he ride at the head of his army or even wields the sword Calagil forged for his hand. Yet he saw the rebirth of his realm, the renewal of old alliances and the return of his ancestors to their fitful rest. People have been rescued from Morgul's rot for sadder outcomes.
The crowning of a king of men is a great affair, even in normal times, but in this, Arathorn decided to improvise. He prepared something who is unprecedented. What it is he discussed with the Istari?
[] Elrond will put the crown on his head, marking the official renewal of the brotherhood between the two lines of Luthien. Elladan and Elrohir will actually remain in Arnor and treat the budding royal line as respected kinsmen.
[] Great riches and ancient heirlooms will be offered to the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, announcing they are the foremost allies of the young renewed kingdom. They will rebuild this real and in exchange grow even more prosperous.
[] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
[] Palantir the Healed. Palantir who sang the dispelling of Arnor's ancient curse. Palantir the Orc despite his nature, will crown Arathorn. Many won't understand such an act, who would be even more incongruous than having a hobbit crown a king, yet it will strike the minds, just as your delegation does.
Curious how much happened in so little time. Two years ago, not long for mortals, the twinkle of an eye for one of the Firstborn or your kind, you were in service to the Discord, stepped in shadow, so fallen Melkor's grievous hate was twisting your form in every way. Two years ago Dwarves were at war with the Orcs and darkness threatened to swallow Arda whole. Arnor was a ghost-haunted wasteland and Greenwood suffered under the pall of darkness, its light changed to mirk. Two years ago, the Orcs of Moria suffered in bondage to a king who saw them slaughtered by the children of Aulë. Them and their kinsmen everywhere had no hope of healing, or redemption, waiting only for death and after death to the Void or whatever fate Mandos does not disclose to those who ask. Who knows what would have happened after the great battle if you did not turn? The Dwarves would have dispersed anew and would have continued to dream about their forgotten mansions. In dreams now you see your own end would have come, in fire and lightning and crumbling on the mountain sides. You have no doubt Sauron's as well would have been destroyed for everything created is promised to doom and the Ruling Ring is no exception.
Two years and you are high in the councils of the Wise. Two years and Dol Guldur is a smoking ruin, broken by the triple alliance of Men, Dwarves and Elves. Mirkwood is being purged from the creatures of the reign of Sauron and light is brought even to sunless clearings. Two years and the Dwarves have found their mansions anew and work tirelessly to rebuild their former glory. Their halls are full of lamps and hammer fall and harp is strung anew in Khazad-Dum. Two years and the Orcs under your command kneel to the Powers and he who made them. At their head come Palantir you healed of Morgoth's evil by taking it into your own essence. Two years and the armies of light cast down the walls of Carn Dûm, this time for good you hope and Dragons of all beings fly to your side, entranced by the promise of the light they spy on the West. And Arnor, first of the kingdoms in exile, destroyed by the Lord of the Nazguls and cursed to remain barren and frightful for the ages. Arnor is free of taint, the screams of her tormentors being heard in the winds as they can't ever come there again.
Arnor where you stand now. The Dunedain impress you with the speed with which they restored the ancient city of Annuminas. Not Fornost though for many reasons. For one Fornost was capital of Arthedain's only and so stands heir and symbol to divisions Arnor would rather forget already. And while Annuminas was abandoned, Fornost was sacked and became known as Deadman's Dike. The Dunedain are mounting an expedition to cleanse it once and for all from the remnants of Angmar who dwell there. While wraiths and specters flew beyond the mountains when Palantir broke the spell anchoring them to the land of their victory, Orcs who closed their ears to the truth and wargs coming from the northern uncharted lands are still a nuisance. So Annuminas is host to the crowning of Arathorn as King of Arnor reborn. Other minds than yours are debating if he must be counted as the eleventh, forgetting the division of the realm or the twenty-sixth following Arvedui, who by the way should be renamed to something more appropriate. Bolder voices want to crown him as thirty eight, counting the Chieftains of the Dunedain.
You don't understand how they can prattle like this about such vanities but then you remember the Elves in the First Age. Kzorg is with you as is an important delegation of your children. They are not the strangest guests to this celebration. Yes they are odd when placed next to the silvery helms of the Gondorian delegation, led by Belecthor son of the ruling Steward. You sense discussions to come about the Gondorian own crown, and yet perhaps not. Eru knows Arathorn is not in state to dispute the Ruling Stewards. Belecthor is accompanied by his son Thorondir, a young lad according to the count of his house, who seems more prone to risk himself by speaking to your charges. From Rivendell has come Elrond himself and many of his house. Dwarves both of Khazad Dum and the Blue Mountains grumble in the spring's air. From the Shire Hobbits have come to renew their allegiance and rejoin the community of the peoples of Arda. This would be an unprecedented gathering even if you discounted the great drakes flowing through the air, great drakes unbound by Sauron and who accepted to hear you in hope of freedom and redemption.
You are moved to tears as the crowd is led in procession to the high seat of the city where Elendil the Tall once sat. Arathorn is waiting for you. One hundred and five years he lived, the prime of health for one of his lineage. Yet now he is marked by wrinkles and care, and eyes who saw too many a sleepless night. Even in this happiest of days, you notice the clenching of his teeth and the had who passes over many envenomed wounds. Mighty are the arts of Rivendell but even then have their limits when corruption takes so much root. Never again will he ride at the head of his army or even wields the sword Calagil forged for his hand. Yet he saw the rebirth of his realm, the renewal of old alliances and the return of his ancestors to their fitful rest. People have been rescued from Morgul's rot for sadder outcomes.
The crowning of a king of men is a great affair, even in normal times, but in this, Arathorn decided to improvise. He prepared something who is unprecedented. What it is he discussed with the Istari?
[] Elrond will put the crown on his head, marking the official renewal of the brotherhood between the two lines of Luthien. Elladan and Elrohir will actually remain in Arnor and treat the budding royal line as respected kinsmen.
[] Great riches and ancient heirlooms will be offered to the Dwarves of the Blue Mountains, announcing they are the foremost allies of the young renewed kingdom. They will rebuild this real and in exchange grow even more prosperous.
[] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
[] Palantir the Healed. Palantir who sang the dispelling of Arnor's ancient curse. Palantir the Orc despite his nature, will crown Arathorn. Many won't understand such an act, who would be even more incongruous than having a hobbit crown a king, yet it will strike the minds, just as your delegation does.
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[x] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
A divine mandate and blessing ought to help.
A divine mandate and blessing ought to help.
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[x] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
Worthier than the Numenorians.....fuck yes best option available to us xD. Dwarves are doomed to eventually fade anyway. Yet men being truly redeemed? Longest lasting effect in world.
Worthier than the Numenorians.....fuck yes best option available to us xD. Dwarves are doomed to eventually fade anyway. Yet men being truly redeemed? Longest lasting effect in world.
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[X] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
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- Mists of Albion
So we kick started a war that utterly kicked all of the assets Sauron had in the West in the teeth, saw the recognition of the Kingdom of Dunland and the reforming of the Kingdom of Arnor whilst redeeming several Dragons to the Light?
Fuck yeah.
[X] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
Fuck yeah.
[X] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
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[X] Palantir the Healed. Palantir who sang the dispelling of Arnor's ancient curse. Palantir the Orc despite his nature, will crown Arathorn. Many won't understand such an act, who would be even more incongruous than having a hobbit crown a king, yet it will strike the minds, just as your delegation does.
[x] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
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[X] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
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- The Void
[x] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
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- Middle Europe
[x] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.
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Ancalagon the Black
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- The Skies of Arda
[x] You, Radagast, Saruman and Gandalf will put the crown on his head, blessing his realm in the name of the Valar, turning the minds of the Dunedain to the Powers they ancestors followed to the risk of their lives. Heavy will be the duty of this people but they shall endeavor to be worthier than the Numenoreans of old.