You are of the Aïnur, the Holy Ones, children of the One God. You have entered in rebelion. Perhaps it will fare well.
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Morlindalë : The Song of Darkness (Tolkien Quest)
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Morlindalë : The Song of Darkness (Tolkien Quest)
In the beginning was Eru, the One, the Elves call Iliuvatar the Father of all. And they gathered around them the Aïnur born of their thought. And this was in the Timeless Halls where form was not and the Aïnur whirled around the throne of Eru in great concert. And when they were inspired, they made marvelous music, first by themselves, then by groups of two and three. And their music resounded in the emptiness and became shadows of waves and sketches of heroes, and dreams of trees. Yet none of this was real for to Eru alone was given the Flame Imperishable, and so as the songs of the Aïnur ceased, so did their creations. This happened for eons uncounted for time was naught in these hallowed halls. Until Eru gathered them all and said unto them:
"I will propose themes of music and you shall sing according to them." And the voices of the Aïnur like violins and strings and drums and trumpets rose around the throne in perfect harmony. Yet it came to the thought of one of the great among the Holy Ones to weave into their music, things outside the theme of Eru and proud Discord was introduced to creation.
You are this one proud sower of Discord meant to be the Enemy of all. But who are you? (Choose 1)
[] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
[] You are now and forever Manwë of the Seven Winds and the Seven Breaths, lord of Eagles and voice of the Almighty. You are the closest to the thought of the Father and yet come to your thought unbidden the idea of clashing music in the Great Song. For you perceive much and asserts even the mind of God is not united in purpose. And so you sing Their doubts and Their hatred. Great and terrible shall you be and the Children of the One will ever gaze to the heavens in fear and be frightened of winter. For ice and false light shall be your raiment and your sins heralded by the cry of eagles.
[] You are now and forever Varda Star-kindler and Star-maker, bright lady who shall never be dark but more luminous and terrible as the dawn. Your promised domain is the greatest crossing distances untold and yet contained in the crucible of the atom. Your fires will burn more than any flame of Melkor or Aulë and even the soul shall not be immune to it. You will ring the world in stars singing maddening songs and descend for how dare your siblings mar the limitless expanse of your kingdom with the melody of their creations? Ever the Firstborn will fear and love you in equal measure and your song will never leave their hearts. And yet seduction shall never be your main weapon but great destruction.
[] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
[] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
[] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
[] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
[] You are now and forever Vana Ever-young whose loveliness is beyond compare even as you are not clothed in flesh. Your song rises in rebellion for you shall not suffer constraints to your creations but your love shall embrace all corners of the vast universe. Faster than any other shall you bind yourself to flesh and its delights and you shall birth many children more powerful than any woven by your siblings. Why your children be lesser than those of the One meant to be born from clay and mud? Some would underestimate your powers and your charms and yet in the end they will understand Love turned to dark and obsession can be powers of their own.
Why not Ulmo (Water) nor Oromë (Hunt), nor Nessa nor Tulkas? Mostly because Ulmo would be rather untouchable in its especial domain even if I admit the Elves could build submarines or something. Oromë the Hunter or his sister Nessa would be the same as either Yavanna or Vana. Tulkas would be "violence, violence, violence" and not be that interesting IMHO
But I'm open to write-in
In the beginning was Eru, the One, the Elves call Iliuvatar the Father of all. And they gathered around them the Aïnur born of their thought. And this was in the Timeless Halls where form was not and the Aïnur whirled around the throne of Eru in great concert. And when they were inspired, they made marvelous music, first by themselves, then by groups of two and three. And their music resounded in the emptiness and became shadows of waves and sketches of heroes, and dreams of trees. Yet none of this was real for to Eru alone was given the Flame Imperishable, and so as the songs of the Aïnur ceased, so did their creations. This happened for eons uncounted for time was naught in these hallowed halls. Until Eru gathered them all and said unto them:
"I will propose themes of music and you shall sing according to them." And the voices of the Aïnur like violins and strings and drums and trumpets rose around the throne in perfect harmony. Yet it came to the thought of one of the great among the Holy Ones to weave into their music, things outside the theme of Eru and proud Discord was introduced to creation.
You are this one proud sower of Discord meant to be the Enemy of all. But who are you? (Choose 1)
[] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
[] You are now and forever Manwë of the Seven Winds and the Seven Breaths, lord of Eagles and voice of the Almighty. You are the closest to the thought of the Father and yet come to your thought unbidden the idea of clashing music in the Great Song. For you perceive much and asserts even the mind of God is not united in purpose. And so you sing Their doubts and Their hatred. Great and terrible shall you be and the Children of the One will ever gaze to the heavens in fear and be frightened of winter. For ice and false light shall be your raiment and your sins heralded by the cry of eagles.
[] You are now and forever Varda Star-kindler and Star-maker, bright lady who shall never be dark but more luminous and terrible as the dawn. Your promised domain is the greatest crossing distances untold and yet contained in the crucible of the atom. Your fires will burn more than any flame of Melkor or Aulë and even the soul shall not be immune to it. You will ring the world in stars singing maddening songs and descend for how dare your siblings mar the limitless expanse of your kingdom with the melody of their creations? Ever the Firstborn will fear and love you in equal measure and your song will never leave their hearts. And yet seduction shall never be your main weapon but great destruction.
[] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
[] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
[] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
[] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
[] You are now and forever Vana Ever-young whose loveliness is beyond compare even as you are not clothed in flesh. Your song rises in rebellion for you shall not suffer constraints to your creations but your love shall embrace all corners of the vast universe. Faster than any other shall you bind yourself to flesh and its delights and you shall birth many children more powerful than any woven by your siblings. Why your children be lesser than those of the One meant to be born from clay and mud? Some would underestimate your powers and your charms and yet in the end they will understand Love turned to dark and obsession can be powers of their own.
Why not Ulmo (Water) nor Oromë (Hunt), nor Nessa nor Tulkas? Mostly because Ulmo would be rather untouchable in its especial domain even if I admit the Elves could build submarines or something. Oromë the Hunter or his sister Nessa would be the same as either Yavanna or Vana. Tulkas would be "violence, violence, violence" and not be that interesting IMHO
But I'm open to write-in
[X] You are now and forever Vana Ever-young whose loveliness is beyond compare even as you are not clothed in flesh. Your song rises in rebellion for you shall not suffer constraints to your creations but your love shall embrace all corners of the vast universe. Faster than any other shall you bind yourself to flesh and its delights and you shall birth many children more powerful than any woven by your siblings. Why your children be lesser than those of the One meant to be born from clay and mud? Some would underestimate your powers and your charms and yet in the end they will understand Love turned to dark and obsession can be powers of their own.
Beware the Mother of Monsters.
Beware the Mother of Monsters.
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
Lookashiny
First and Only
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- Tanith
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- She/Her
[X] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
Yzarc
The Spark of Madness
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
- Location
- France
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
He shall make what should not be.
[X] You are now and forever Vana Ever-young whose loveliness is beyond compare even as you are not clothed in flesh. Your song rises in rebellion for you shall not suffer constraints to your creations but your love shall embrace all corners of the vast universe. Faster than any other shall you bind yourself to flesh and its delights and you shall birth many children more powerful than any woven by your siblings. Why your children be lesser than those of the One meant to be born from clay and mud? Some would underestimate your powers and your charms and yet in the end they will understand Love turned to dark and obsession can be powers of their own.
She shall birth what should no live.
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
They will preserve what should be ended.
He shall make what should not be.
[X] You are now and forever Vana Ever-young whose loveliness is beyond compare even as you are not clothed in flesh. Your song rises in rebellion for you shall not suffer constraints to your creations but your love shall embrace all corners of the vast universe. Faster than any other shall you bind yourself to flesh and its delights and you shall birth many children more powerful than any woven by your siblings. Why your children be lesser than those of the One meant to be born from clay and mud? Some would underestimate your powers and your charms and yet in the end they will understand Love turned to dark and obsession can be powers of their own.
She shall birth what should no live.
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
They will preserve what should be ended.
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
NavySeel
"I don't know what I'm doing."
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[X] You are now and forever Vana Ever-young whose loveliness is beyond compare even as you are not clothed in flesh. Your song rises in rebellion for you shall not suffer constraints to your creations but your love shall embrace all corners of the vast universe. Faster than any other shall you bind yourself to flesh and its delights and you shall birth many children more powerful than any woven by your siblings. Why your children be lesser than those of the One meant to be born from clay and mud? Some would underestimate your powers and your charms and yet in the end they will understand Love turned to dark and obsession can be powers of their own.
[X] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
[X] You are now and forever Varda Star-kindler and Star-maker, bright lady who shall never be dark but more luminous and terrible as the dawn. Your promised domain is the greatest crossing distances untold and yet contained in the crucible of the atom. Your fires will burn more than any flame of Melkor or Aulë and even the soul shall not be immune to it. You will ring the world in stars singing maddening songs and descend for how dare your siblings mar the limitless expanse of your kingdom with the melody of their creations? Ever the Firstborn will fear and love you in equal measure and your song will never leave their hearts. And yet seduction shall never be your main weapon but great destruction.
[X] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
[X] You are now and forever Varda Star-kindler and Star-maker, bright lady who shall never be dark but more luminous and terrible as the dawn. Your promised domain is the greatest crossing distances untold and yet contained in the crucible of the atom. Your fires will burn more than any flame of Melkor or Aulë and even the soul shall not be immune to it. You will ring the world in stars singing maddening songs and descend for how dare your siblings mar the limitless expanse of your kingdom with the melody of their creations? Ever the Firstborn will fear and love you in equal measure and your song will never leave their hearts. And yet seduction shall never be your main weapon but great destruction.
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[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
Driven by Apathy
Formerly known as Brain_Caster
You know what I'm missing here? A rebel with a cause.
It's all just different shades of "Eru's world sucks, let's make things worse!" Playing right into Eru's themes, just as Melkor did. Ostensibly rebelling, but in the end, serving in exactly the role he was meant to: As the designated bad guy.
It's kind of a wasted opportunity.
It's all just different shades of "Eru's world sucks, let's make things worse!" Playing right into Eru's themes, just as Melkor did. Ostensibly rebelling, but in the end, serving in exactly the role he was meant to: As the designated bad guy.
It's kind of a wasted opportunity.
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- He/Him
Oh wow this is a cool opportunity. I've only ever seen this in that short lived Ulmo fall on AlternateHistory.
[X] You are now and forever Manwë of the Seven Winds and the Seven Breaths, lord of Eagles and voice of the Almighty. You are the closest to the thought of the Father and yet come to your thought unbidden the idea of clashing music in the Great Song. For you perceive much and asserts even the mind of God is not united in purpose. And so you sing Their doubts and Their hatred. Great and terrible shall you be and the Children of the One will ever gaze to the heavens in fear and be frightened of winter. For ice and false light shall be your raiment and your sins heralded by the cry of
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
[X] You are now and forever Manwë of the Seven Winds and the Seven Breaths, lord of Eagles and voice of the Almighty. You are the closest to the thought of the Father and yet come to your thought unbidden the idea of clashing music in the Great Song. For you perceive much and asserts even the mind of God is not united in purpose. And so you sing Their doubts and Their hatred. Great and terrible shall you be and the Children of the One will ever gaze to the heavens in fear and be frightened of winter. For ice and false light shall be your raiment and your sins heralded by the cry of
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
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Rolen von Keng
Sleeping Green Bear
- Location
- The Wilderness
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
It's Melkor time, baby! Oh yeah!
It's Melkor time, baby! Oh yeah!
[X] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
Not the option that would win, probably, but that could be one impressivly depressive story.
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
Second preference
Not the option that would win, probably, but that could be one impressivly depressive story.
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
Second preference
GoukaRyuu
Shadow Cabal Made Man
- Location
- New Jersey
[X] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
- Location
- Tulsa Oklahoma
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
Creation was supposed to be the domain of Eru alone, so what blasphemy it is for creation itself to go against him. It also fits due to Tolkien's dislike of factories and other such machinery of the modern day.
Creation was supposed to be the domain of Eru alone, so what blasphemy it is for creation itself to go against him. It also fits due to Tolkien's dislike of factories and other such machinery of the modern day.
- Location
- indeterminate, possibly non-existent
- Pronouns
- Any
[X] You are now and forever Varda Star-kindler and Star-maker, bright lady who shall never be dark but more luminous and terrible as the dawn. Your promised domain is the greatest crossing distances untold and yet contained in the crucible of the atom. Your fires will burn more than any flame of Melkor or Aulë and even the soul shall not be immune to it. You will ring the world in stars singing maddening songs and descend for how dare your siblings mar the limitless expanse of your kingdom with the melody of their creations? Ever the Firstborn will fear and love you in equal measure and your song will never leave their hearts. And yet seduction shall never be your main weapon but great destruction.
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
- Location
- PACA France
Dark Yavanna has a cause. She is the Vala of Nature of the entire biosphere and she learns her children shall be subordinate to those of the One and be food and fuel for them. She rebels because she cannot bear the thought of her creations being so ill-used.
Dark Mandos and Vaire have a cause. They are History and they see what God intends the tale of the world to be. They behold the Children will be free and the price of their freedom is the capacity to inflict untold horrors upon one another. They see kinslayings, rapes, oathbreakings and other horrors and they dare accuse Eru of letting Their Children fall unto temptation.
Dark Nienna has a cause. The Music is full of suffering and better would it be if nothing really existed. She sincerely loves all things and because she loves all things she would see them freed from all attachments. Of course she is gonna be a murder-buddha but that's neither here nor there.
Dark Manwë has a cause. He perceives so much of the thought of God he sees They contain everything including evil and evil must have a voice and a role in the Music.
Melkor, Aulë, Vana and Varda I grant you fall through selfishness. But even this selfishness has a cause. Melkor wants to create autonomously without divine imput. Aulë wants to know everything. Vana wants the experience of motherhood the Children will have. Varda... Well she is a little complicated but a desire for perfection is the driving force there.
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
- Location
- Space
[X] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
For murder- buddha!
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
Otherwise I like their reasoning.
For murder- buddha!
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
Otherwise I like their reasoning.
- Location
- Reno
- Pronouns
- They/Them
[X] You are Aulë Mountain Maker and World-Builder. You are Lord of Crafts and Knowledge. And it comes to your mind to put into music ideas not of your high maker for invention is your spirit. In an history who never will be, your favorites among the Beautiful Ones and the Firstborn would stray into darkness. How more terrible than them will you be? You shall not be a power of wanton destruction or sadism or even dire wrath and anger and jealousy. The horrors you shall wreak upon the surface of Arda will be born of dreadful indifference and laughing blasphemy. For your mind shall ever be restless and you shall rise mountains to throw them down and dig valleys to fill them up. You shall gaze to the world and say "Why not?" and birth monsters your siblings would never have thought to make.
[X] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
[X] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
The most interesting options. Tbh I did mostly pick Aule because I really, really want to still grab Mairon. My edgy artist femboy deserves to still be a servant of the Dark!
[X] You are now and forever Nienna the Lady of Tears and Grief and Mercy would have been your crown And you will account yourself merciful. The Music to your ears is a but a tragic tale filled with blood and gore, deceit and horror. Better for it to not have been sung at all and for your kin to remain forever in the Timeless Halls preserved from all grief. You shall for love of your siblings plague their creation to teach them to not grow attached to this point in the tapestry of time that is the Music. You shall, for love of the Children, torment them with great torment so they learn than suffering is the way of the world. Not for you duels against elven kings for your ways will be sly, subtle and treacherous. And the sister of your heart Este who is set upon Healing will be with you and a plague upon the world. And with her will come your brother Irmo lord of Nightmare forevermore.
[X] You are Yavanna Kementari Lady of Fruit and Sacrifices, Lady of Life and Death mingled together. Your rebellion begins with the song of the world for your vision of an universe choked with leaves inhabited by your manifold servants burns bright in your mind. Yet it is when you spy the coming of the Children that your Discord grows more hateful than any of your siblings save one would have woven. For you shall not suffer your children to be hewn for the forge, you shall not suffer your creation to be hunted and yield their flesh and blood to the hunter. You shall descend in forms manifold and be not a power of waste but of life overgrown. Your domain shall be emerald and blood will never dries on the claws of your servants.
The most interesting options. Tbh I did mostly pick Aule because I really, really want to still grab Mairon. My edgy artist femboy deserves to still be a servant of the Dark!
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
While I would love to see a dark take on some of the other Ainu. The idea of coordinating Melkor, source of discord is just too cool to pass up.
While I would love to see a dark take on some of the other Ainu. The idea of coordinating Melkor, source of discord is just too cool to pass up.
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
- Location
- PACA France
Maïron abandonned Aulë's service for Melkor so I think he could be snagged by another Dark Vala except perhaps Yavanna and Vana as they are forces of utmost chaos opposed to his vision of perfect order. But Dark Manwë who still claim to speak for God? Dark Varda who wants to scour the world clean? They could be attractive to him.
[X] You are two to fall. Namo the Doomsman named Mandos, lord of the dead and the spirit and his spouse Vairë the Weaver who records all. You hear the Music of your father and your role in it and you recoil from it. Better to weave your own tapestries and make your own pronoucements. Pity never entered your heart or your obdurate spirit and when you spy what the Children will do to Arda and to each other, your voice echoes against God in a tumult of accusation. Many horrors would your siblings have wrought upon the bodies of the Children if they had fallen. How much more terrible will be your ministration for even if Eru did not give you the Secret Fire, you will flay the spirit rather than flesh. Death shall ever be feared in your wake and you shall make it a thing of horror. And yet those in your clutches will beg for the end and to them death shall be a mercy ever withheld.
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
[X] You are now and forever Melkor, Arising in Might, who was made to be second only to the Father and has a part in every power. Greed and pride shall be your guide to shadow and flame and you will descent into the world ready to conquer it and name it unto yourself. You shall hate the Father and despise Their works. You shall end as a great knight, tall and terrible, a sable tower clad in steel whose gaze holds fire that burns and cold that withers.
- Location
- Reno
- Pronouns
- They/Them
Yesssss. I love Mairon/Sauron. He is my personal LOTR scrungly so I'm going to be pushing for him to be picked up if we have the chance.
ganonso
Compulsive Quest Starter
- Location
- PACA France
Interestingly enough in the AU who inspired the idea of this quest: The War of the Jewels against the Elder Queen of the Stars where Varda is the one to fall, Maïron is still in the service of Melkor. But this time Melkor is the King of Arda and Maïron is the equivalent of Eonwë