ganonso
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Funnily enough, rereading the old quest, you seem to very much less interested in redemption this time around. Or perhaps it's just @DragonParadox
A light from the shadows shall spring (Tolkien AU reboot)
- Thread starter ganonso
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Well it's less that we are less interested in redemption and more that we are playing a mortal or at least that is my PoV. A unFallen angel would be more zealous than an orc trying to saunter vaguely upwards to borrow a phrase.
Kir the Wizard
The Sun King
- Location
- Ukraine
Per Dragon Paradox. Elven song feels like a more straightforward path to redemption, but Ghulgash is veteran Angmarim orc sorcerer. This early on, it's still too early for an old dog to learn new tricks.
[X] A song of bolstering, a song of command and courage, a song of fury and rage and swords unleashed. A song of walls and bright weapons and a song of help.
I just have to say, @ganonso , I really love how well you can write epic endeavors. Behind every sentence I can feel this old sorcery might of Angmar. Also noticed how you used the banner from the M2TW mod.
[X] A song of bolstering, a song of command and courage, a song of fury and rage and swords unleashed. A song of walls and bright weapons and a song of help.
I just have to say, @ganonso , I really love how well you can write epic endeavors. Behind every sentence I can feel this old sorcery might of Angmar. Also noticed how you used the banner from the M2TW mod.
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
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- PACA France
Thanks. Tolkien style writing was difficult to get in the second person at least most of the time, so third person is better.
As for the banner. Well my vision of the Legendarium at least in these quests who are strategy based is, in addition to the original work of course, very influenced by Divide and Conquer, MERP and the adaptations by Games Workshop, plus of course for this peculiar quest BFME 2. The idea that Angmar is wraith country came from Games Workshop.
Another way to put what I have in mind for the PC is... well a Balrog was an angel, he knew what being a divine entity was, you know in the Light of Eru. Ghulgash does not know what that is, he just knows he wants is because he had a dream of Niena and because any Power that opposed those he called Master has to be better. So he kind of has to go off on what he knows.
The Free People are my allies so how to you approach allies? Cautiously at first so you know what to expect and then as a show of power to forestall betrayal. Moriandor never considered that Elrond for instance might stab him in the back, but Ghulgash pretty much has to because that is just one of his base assumptions about the world, betrayal is not only possible but likely.
The Free People are my allies so how to you approach allies? Cautiously at first so you know what to expect and then as a show of power to forestall betrayal. Moriandor never considered that Elrond for instance might stab him in the back, but Ghulgash pretty much has to because that is just one of his base assumptions about the world, betrayal is not only possible but likely.
Kir the Wizard
The Sun King
- Location
- Ukraine
Yes. And considering the personal history Elrond's family had with the orcs, it makes great sense. Elladan and Elrohir were said to hold great grudges against orc-kind, and with good reasons.
always_confused
Perpetually unwanted
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- SEA
Too complicated. YOLO. Go big 24/7 and let senor Dice decide our fate. 
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(/s obv)
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- Versailles
[X] A song that wounded him even as he chanted it even as his eyes filled with blood. A song of Rivendell, of Elvenhome still remembered. A song of the Powers as he understood it.
War for Fornost: Part 4
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
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- PACA France
War for Fornost: Part 4
Song of Bolstering : 59+40 : DC : 90/120 : 99 : Success : Fear no Shadow
Ancient Horror VS Company of Sable and Grey: 91+80 (Horrid Strength) VS 44+50 (Company of Heroes): 171 VS 94: Fall the Dunedain.
Nelineniel's Intervention: 74+40 (Accomplished Strength+ Accomplished Woodlore): DC 75/90/120: 114: Great Success: Aï Turin Turambar
Halbarad's Intervention: 71+50 (Lore of Rivendell): DC 90/120 (Wounded Opponent): 121: Great Success
Ancient Horror VS Iron Chieftain: 59+30(Horrid Strength-Dying) VS 70+40 (Magic as a weapon): 89 VS 110: Fall of the monster.
Seeing Dagnirgwath fly from the shadowed grove, Ghulgash began a song of magic and it was powerful. For in his song he put both the futile defiance of Arnor's host long ago and the fury of the Orcs as they descended upon the mountain and the dance of legions ordered and the terror of the Shadow. And it was a grey sound where sounded the clamor of the Discord but also notes of the Great Music and it was neither good nor ill. For he sang of courage and bravery and emotions who would drown the sickening fear of the creature. And indeed his song roused the heart and kept the terror away. Yet it was but a feeble light in an ocean of darkness and the monster of Morgoth laughed a terrible laugh who sounded like tombs gaping wide. It fell on the assembled warriors and it was horrible. For claws it had to shred and fangs to tear, and it took men and flew before dashing them against the rocks. Yet most horrible was its shrieks that broke bones and made men cry tears of blood as their eyes were overcome with that dread sound. Its leather was hard as the scales of a dragon and even elven-steel or the sorcerous blades of Angmar found few purchases.
Seeing the slaughter wrought by the creature, Nelineniel charged it. Still rather than hew at it with her sword she tackled it, going feet forwards beneath the loathsome bulk. And as Turin Turambar did to Glaurung in days of yore, she brought her blade upwards into the softer flesh of the underbelly. Her sword had been forged in the smithies of Angmar in the times of glory of this witch-kingdom and spells of pain and cruelty and violence had been laid upon it. It tore at Dagnirgwath bulk even as it tried to crush her under its weight. Still she hacked her way out, being baptized in noxious blood. And the vampire shrieked in pain for it was not accustomed to pain. Parts of its mind urged it to flee, to fly ever northwards where the sun doesn't show for half a year and there drink the blood of the Lossoth who live by the snow. Yet as all creatures birthed of the Discord, it was proud with the pride of Morgoth and would not surrender the field it had tended to for so long. As such it roared and blustered and cursed its attackers for it knew their names. It cried not in a fair tongue nor even the Black Speech of Mordor for it was older than this tongue, but in the speech of Angband and its words blackened the sky and fogged heart and mind.
And yet as the vampire fought, Halbarad of the Dunadan forsook both bow and blade and took a weapon long preserved by the Rangers. It was but a sling of leather upon which had been inscribed some secret signs. Despite its appearance, it was an heirloom of the House of Elendil. It was said to have been wrought in the tanneries of Andunië in the isle of Numenor and it was baneful to the creatures of the Shadow. The dart he prepared was of lesser lineage but perhaps not of lesser potency. For it was a stone of the Bruinen who flows near Rivendell and it had rolled for an Age in the clear water since Elrond had taken lordship of the valley. And it hurt Dagnirgwath more than iron or steel or fire could, for it sang even as it flew through the air of the deeds of the Noldor and it pierced the skin harder than armor.
And it was said that its blood flowed from its wounds, the beast who had took form in the following of Morgoth and had perched in Angband and flew above blighted Beleriand after the fall of Gondolin when no hope remained for the Eldar but a forlorn messenger across the Sundering Seas, spied Ghulgash. Hatred filled its heart, and it named the Orc as traitor to his high maker, denouncing the blood that filled his veins. It mocked its earlier crimes and tried to devour him even as it fell. It was a vain effort even as it closed the distance for the Chieftain of Angmar was wise in the ways of hatred and he had surmised the monster of Morgoth would strike at him. Even if he was mistaken for the cause for he thought the creature would lash out at the sorcerer among the company. Still he had prepared and he pointed his staff and sung a song dolorous. Harsh and hard it was, like stones grinding and water pulling and sorcery. It was winter coming unexpected and the mountains of iron silent and deadly. It was the stone who give way to the avalanche and the storm that beckons in the night. It was short enough to become as a dart of black ice, a javelin of dark thunder, and it struck true for Dagnirgwath fell to its ruin. And there did Ghulgash attempt a great deed.
Choose 1
[] Through ancient song and hammer blow, through dark arts and sorcerous spells, he forced the essence of the Umaïa into its flesh, nailing much of the power it had held into the corpse which he took for himself. Magical items he would forge from such a prize and whether they would be foul or fair, even he did not know at the moment.
[] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
Song of Bolstering : 59+40 : DC : 90/120 : 99 : Success : Fear no Shadow
Ancient Horror VS Company of Sable and Grey: 91+80 (Horrid Strength) VS 44+50 (Company of Heroes): 171 VS 94: Fall the Dunedain.
Nelineniel's Intervention: 74+40 (Accomplished Strength+ Accomplished Woodlore): DC 75/90/120: 114: Great Success: Aï Turin Turambar
Halbarad's Intervention: 71+50 (Lore of Rivendell): DC 90/120 (Wounded Opponent): 121: Great Success
Ancient Horror VS Iron Chieftain: 59+30(Horrid Strength-Dying) VS 70+40 (Magic as a weapon): 89 VS 110: Fall of the monster.
Seeing Dagnirgwath fly from the shadowed grove, Ghulgash began a song of magic and it was powerful. For in his song he put both the futile defiance of Arnor's host long ago and the fury of the Orcs as they descended upon the mountain and the dance of legions ordered and the terror of the Shadow. And it was a grey sound where sounded the clamor of the Discord but also notes of the Great Music and it was neither good nor ill. For he sang of courage and bravery and emotions who would drown the sickening fear of the creature. And indeed his song roused the heart and kept the terror away. Yet it was but a feeble light in an ocean of darkness and the monster of Morgoth laughed a terrible laugh who sounded like tombs gaping wide. It fell on the assembled warriors and it was horrible. For claws it had to shred and fangs to tear, and it took men and flew before dashing them against the rocks. Yet most horrible was its shrieks that broke bones and made men cry tears of blood as their eyes were overcome with that dread sound. Its leather was hard as the scales of a dragon and even elven-steel or the sorcerous blades of Angmar found few purchases.
Seeing the slaughter wrought by the creature, Nelineniel charged it. Still rather than hew at it with her sword she tackled it, going feet forwards beneath the loathsome bulk. And as Turin Turambar did to Glaurung in days of yore, she brought her blade upwards into the softer flesh of the underbelly. Her sword had been forged in the smithies of Angmar in the times of glory of this witch-kingdom and spells of pain and cruelty and violence had been laid upon it. It tore at Dagnirgwath bulk even as it tried to crush her under its weight. Still she hacked her way out, being baptized in noxious blood. And the vampire shrieked in pain for it was not accustomed to pain. Parts of its mind urged it to flee, to fly ever northwards where the sun doesn't show for half a year and there drink the blood of the Lossoth who live by the snow. Yet as all creatures birthed of the Discord, it was proud with the pride of Morgoth and would not surrender the field it had tended to for so long. As such it roared and blustered and cursed its attackers for it knew their names. It cried not in a fair tongue nor even the Black Speech of Mordor for it was older than this tongue, but in the speech of Angband and its words blackened the sky and fogged heart and mind.
And yet as the vampire fought, Halbarad of the Dunadan forsook both bow and blade and took a weapon long preserved by the Rangers. It was but a sling of leather upon which had been inscribed some secret signs. Despite its appearance, it was an heirloom of the House of Elendil. It was said to have been wrought in the tanneries of Andunië in the isle of Numenor and it was baneful to the creatures of the Shadow. The dart he prepared was of lesser lineage but perhaps not of lesser potency. For it was a stone of the Bruinen who flows near Rivendell and it had rolled for an Age in the clear water since Elrond had taken lordship of the valley. And it hurt Dagnirgwath more than iron or steel or fire could, for it sang even as it flew through the air of the deeds of the Noldor and it pierced the skin harder than armor.
And it was said that its blood flowed from its wounds, the beast who had took form in the following of Morgoth and had perched in Angband and flew above blighted Beleriand after the fall of Gondolin when no hope remained for the Eldar but a forlorn messenger across the Sundering Seas, spied Ghulgash. Hatred filled its heart, and it named the Orc as traitor to his high maker, denouncing the blood that filled his veins. It mocked its earlier crimes and tried to devour him even as it fell. It was a vain effort even as it closed the distance for the Chieftain of Angmar was wise in the ways of hatred and he had surmised the monster of Morgoth would strike at him. Even if he was mistaken for the cause for he thought the creature would lash out at the sorcerer among the company. Still he had prepared and he pointed his staff and sung a song dolorous. Harsh and hard it was, like stones grinding and water pulling and sorcery. It was winter coming unexpected and the mountains of iron silent and deadly. It was the stone who give way to the avalanche and the storm that beckons in the night. It was short enough to become as a dart of black ice, a javelin of dark thunder, and it struck true for Dagnirgwath fell to its ruin. And there did Ghulgash attempt a great deed.
Choose 1
[] Through ancient song and hammer blow, through dark arts and sorcerous spells, he forced the essence of the Umaïa into its flesh, nailing much of the power it had held into the corpse which he took for himself. Magical items he would forge from such a prize and whether they would be foul or fair, even he did not know at the moment.
[] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
While loot is good knowledge is better, this thing knows what even the Nine do not, it was old in the service of the shadow and it might yet serve to unmake its fellows, even the lord of the dark tower... and with Gandalf here I am reasonably sure we can at least not come out any worse for it. Gandalf will not stick around while we carve bone and tan hide.
Why yes I am still channeling hoary old sorcerer. He probably knows what the old man in grey is or at least can guess.
While loot is good knowledge is better, this thing knows what even the Nine do not, it was old in the service of the shadow and it might yet serve to unmake its fellows, even the lord of the dark tower... and with Gandalf here I am reasonably sure we can at least not come out any worse for it. Gandalf will not stick around while we carve bone and tan hide.
Why yes I am still channeling hoary old sorcerer. He probably knows what the old man in grey is or at least can guess.
- Location
- Anchorage, Alaska
I would guess to be wary of the fucker sounds like a trap option as numenoreans did the same damn thing with Sauron.
I mean I do not think killing Sauron and turning his body into reagents would have been that much safer. We are doing the morally questionable thing anyway, the question is what kind. I would maintain that the spirit s better because we can always question it briefly and then let it loose.
Xantalos
Turtle-Speed Writing
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
Didn't realize this was updating again! Nice to see it back, your writing is always very appropriately epic @ganonso.
Figure this works better for our purposes right now.
Didn't realize this was updating again! Nice to see it back, your writing is always very appropriately epic @ganonso.
Figure this works better for our purposes right now.
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
- Location
- PACA France
It would not have been possible anyway. Sauron when he was defeated by the Numenoreans was not so nailed to his vestment of flesh as Morgoth in the War of the Jewels. Dagnirgwath's raiment is useable as a source of reagents because it inhabited it for so long and did not change it since perhaps before even the First Age (perhaps having flown on bat's wings in the Age of the Lamps and escaping first from the ruin of Utumno) it has become a true hroä rather than a fana, the veil of the Aïnur.
It's like Draugluin who was certainly an Umaïa (or at least we can't be sure he was not) and left a corpse. Sauron never left a corpse. I think its fate would have been noted after the War of the Last Alliance.
As for corrupting knowledge. Dagnirgwath was absolutely not Sauron or something like it. While it will if the option is chosen know many things about the creation of the world, it was never used in a social setting. It was monster and parent to monsters not a lieutenant or a diplomat or even a general.
KnightDisciple
Brotherhood. Unity. Peace.
- Location
- Midwest, USA
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
Not a fan of stapling anything's soul to a corpse we process into shiny magical items. At least this choice might give an option later to let the spirit move to beyond the veil/wall, or perhaps repent and return to Valinor.
Not a fan of stapling anything's soul to a corpse we process into shiny magical items. At least this choice might give an option later to let the spirit move to beyond the veil/wall, or perhaps repent and return to Valinor.
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
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Note which I should precise. The essence of the Umaïa is not its soul but its power and native might. The consciousness of Dagnirgwath would be subjected to whatever fate awaits the Umaïar when they lose the capacity to reembody. You would have a source of reagents with magical energies but the items crafted would not to be evil.
Indeed according to Tolkien magical paradigm, your state of mind during creation would have more influence over whatever you make of the corpse than the fact it was made from the body of an Umaïa.
It's like the pelt of Draugluin, Luthien used to hide Beren.
Indeed according to Tolkien magical paradigm, your state of mind during creation would have more influence over whatever you make of the corpse than the fact it was made from the body of an Umaïa.
It's like the pelt of Draugluin, Luthien used to hide Beren.
- Location
- Versailles
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
[X] Through ancient song and hammer blow, through dark arts and sorcerous spells, he forced the essence of the Umaïa into its flesh, nailing much of the power it had held into the corpse which he took for himself. Magical items he would forge from such a prize and whether they would be foul or fair, even he did not know at the moment.
Feels more appropriate to kill it, the ingredients are a side bonus.
Feels more appropriate to kill it, the ingredients are a side bonus.
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Hmm... given the confirmation that we will not make vampire themed armor like Middle Earth's first orc goth, I think this might be both safer and easier on the AP. We have plenty of sources of dubious lore already. I do not think we have the time to babysit a demon-wraith. Wraiths should be willing volunteers on the path to kicking the Nine's 's insubstantial teeth in... oh and redeeming people just as soon as we understand that that is.
[X] Through ancient song and hammer blow, through dark arts and sorcerous spells, he forced the essence of the Umaïa into its flesh, nailing much of the power it had held into the corpse which he took for himself. Magical items he would forge from such a prize and whether they would be foul or fair, even he did not know at the moment.
- Location
- ferreries
[X] Through ancient song and hammer blow, through dark arts and sorcerous spells, he forced the essence of the Umaïa into its flesh, nailing much of the power it had held into the corpse which he took for himself. Magical items he would forge from such a prize and whether they would be foul or fair, even he did not know at the moment.
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
- Location
- Singapore
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.
- Location
- France
[X] Through high song and runecraft and dweomer, he cast the Umaïa out of the raiment it had once wore, and it was a ragged thing more like a ghost of ancient malice and the thought of malice than anything else. Yet it was still wise in its own ways and knowledgeable and bound. And so it was taken as a prisoner to be interrogated in times of peace for it knew much that the living had forgotten.