Old LotR rp thread

[Alena Wulf]

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I'm not really one to brag, or even show off my work, whether it's drawings or writings (even though i rp here, haha XD).
But toward the end of my time at this Middle Earth rp site, "In Middle Earth" (Rickter used to play there too, maybe he still does?), i feel like i did a really good job... and i've been kind of wanting to share it with people and get their feedback. I'm really interested in what other people think about it.. Because i usually am very critical of my writing and i usually hate the majority that comes out, but i really like what i produced in this last thread as Ahaiel in IME.
So, i want to share it with you guys. And please, i know it's long, but please if you read it tell me what you honestly think.
My character is Ahaiel, and in this thread i was interacting with two guys, who i think did an amazing job as well, i couldn't have asked for a better pair for this last thread. Anyway, the other two guys are Clamden (son of Vala Ulmo in this rp) and Akkarin (dark magician for the Dark Mistress of Mordor). All of the things under either of their names was written by those guys, and i have not altered the thread in anyway.
The setting is in the 4th age, but the island Numenor was brought back up in this storyline. Ahaiel (my character, a Noldor Elf) became Stewardess over the island in its last years, and this thread is how Ahaiel wrought the 2nd sinking of the island Numenor.
I'll attach it in the next posts; it is long! But please comment honestly, please take the time.

[Pete]

HI ALENA!

[Alena Wulf]

Change of heart/Corruption of Westernesse
Post by Ahaiel
<Downfall of Númenor>
Ahaiel sat alone, below deck, on her way back to Númenor. The ship rocked violently and the sound of many things falling and hitting the walls was ever present.
The cabin she sat hunched in was dark, shadows dancing along the walls occasionally at the crack of lightning. She was alone; entirely. It had been the same ship and same crew that had taken her from Númenor to the mainland almost five months ago, but after she had returned to the docks to head back to Númenor, the Captain had tried to deny her admittance aboard his ship. It was only in fear that he had complied and agreed to take his Leader back to their home; but to this many of the crew hands stepped down and stayed on the mainland, saying they would catch the next trip back.
Within days of the journey home, three of the remaining crew had been lost without a trace, two had been reported as seen jumping over board, and the First Mate had hung himself outside of Ahaiel's cabin door. Incidentally she was the first one to spot him as she left her quarters, but took no heed to it, thinking it an improvement to the ship.
By the second week of the journey, with still a good distance to go, she was alone. A mutiny had occurred (the Captain killed in the process) against Ahaiel, but as she saw them as no threat to her, she did nothing. The crew met with extremely bad luck, which led to the disappearance of over a fourth of the remaining crew, and brutal murders with about half, the rest going slowly crazy and killing themselves in their own unique ways. Many had launched themselves into the sea, but the blood stains of the fights were still present on deck and wherever the quarrels had occurred, tainting the color of the Númenorean Sea Queen.
Ahaiel had not even noticed the blood or the disappearance of the crew until many nights after it passed, and yet somehow the visions of what had occurred were in her mind as if she had been part of it all along, though not a scratch on her could be found.
Now, though, she sat in her dark cabin, waiting for the ship to take its course and find its way back to Númenor. The Black Lady was not afraid that the ship would not reach its destination, nor that she might not make it to land alive; those thoughts did not come to her. She waited; patiently, dwelling in darker thoughts than those of not returning to Númenor.
After what seemed like only hours (though in reality was days), Ahaiel left her cabin, the rope still swaying outside her door though the body had been taken down, and walked up to the deck.
Water was everywhere, making the decks slippery, and soaking the form of Ahaiel. The ship jolted here and there violently, in terrified motions as it tried to escape the weather, though it seemed its true intentions were to try and throw its only remaining passenger, Ahaiel, overboard. The sea roared and cascaded terribly over the sides of the ship, coming onto the deck. Lightning lit the distance, giving the horizon a rigid form, showing no sign of letting up anytime soon. But off in that ragged horizon land could be seen; an island, Númenor.
Ahaiel gazed at it darkly, keeping her balance expertly, not moving even in the most violent waves. Her wet, black hair caked to her back and down her face, she could see with her Elvin eyes, people at the docks, trying to fight the weather to bring in another ship, they had not yet seen Ahaiel's vessel.
With the waves crashing against her and the storm trying to blind her way, Ahaiel guided the ship to the docks. It was a messy landing and many hands at the port struggled to settle and anchor the ship as quickly as the storm would allow.
Ahaiel denied help getting off the ship, and walked down the dock offering no explanation to what might be found (or what might not be found) on board. She glided against the rain to the port city and to the stables she'd left her horse.
It was quiet, dark, and dry as she pushed the stable door open and stood, a silhouette of darkness against the light of the city behind. Water dripped onto the hay covered ground as Ahaiel walked and the smell of hay and horse prevailed all else.
An eerie darkness filled the stables and the horses stomped and snorted and whinnied as Ahaiel walked passed them to her black steed. He reared up as she approached, kicking down the stall door and crying with a threat in his tone, staring down his master as if he would end her now.
"Morier..." The daughter of Rage called his name calmly, like a parent who was slightly disappointed with their child.
To this, the horse settled down, and the crying of the other horses stopped. Morier took in the dark aura and again heeded her call, taking her swiftly to Armenelos, the rain and wind no obstacle.
As she arrived at the palace, she called for the troops to be gathered the next morning.
Her stay in Mordor had opened her eyes to a couple things, and changes were going to be made in Númenor; Ahaiel would weed out those unable to handle and she would see whether these Men would be able to keep up.
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The soldiers of Númenor's Army and Navy assembled in the castle's large courtyard as the sun rose, awaiting Ahaiel's presence. It was a warm day with a gentle breeze and a bright sun that should have foretold a pleasant day; instead it was ironic mockery to any so-called peaceful days.
Ahaiel stood in front of the large host, dark declaration standing boldly against the light all around. She addressed each battalion and spoke with an eloquence previously undiscovered (preferring to keep to herself and not involve others in her dealings, but as she was the ruler of Númenor would use the resources as she could). A confident voice rang with pride for the Númenoreans, and the Black Lady called them to fight for what they deserved. She encouraged their defiance to the mainland Middle Earth, and (unknowingly to the soldiers) against any who would hold Ahaiel back; calling them to question why they had only Númenor and could not themselves sail to Valinor. A new power would take hold, Ahaiel proclaimed, and Númenor would no longer just produce their warships and weapons, they would put them to use; Númenoreans would not be seen as pushovers, and Ahaiel would help them claim what they deserved. However, in order to obtain such, those unworthy would be smitten as they would only hinder the progress of this great country. Sacrifices were called to be made in order to change the island for the better, Ahaiel said with power in her words.
The reactions of the soldiers were closely watched, the daughter of Rage knew that after she was done an elimination would have to be made of those that disproved; she had known it would need to be done and she had anticipated it. She'd wanted to do this a while ago. The cities would be cleansed of those who would defy her and who would wish to hinder her; and many just because she felt a lust to kill, it seemed the only way to calm her nerves nowadays.
She ordered that trade from the mainland be cut off, Númenor would no longer send or receive anything with any of the countries in the Middle Earth. And any items recently brought here from the mainland would be sent into the seas to save from wasting time in returning them from where they had come. Númenor could grow and produce many things, most a better quality than the countries in Middle Earth, and there was no need to degrade the island by trading for lower quality items from the mainland.
A small group spoke up in disagreeance to which Ahaiel signaled to a band of guards near the front with her to dispose of the defiant, using them as examples should others feel like questioning her.
After she was done it was easy to weed out the rest who would not comply, leaving her still with a good amount faithful to her. The recent imports were dumped into the seas at the docks and all exports were stopped while incoming ships with trade were sunk by Númenorean fire. Cities were cleansed and the bodies thrown into the Bays.

Post by Clamden
Clamden had been traveling the waters, since it was his element it was easy to see clearly he could enjoy quite some journeys without being wet at all or tired. He had so much energy inside sometimes he even wondered how it all happened.
He sailed for along time, he had heard there were still islands near Middle Earth, or should he say, that once were part of Arda. He was intrigued about one thing, Numenor still existed though he knew it had all been taken away, away into the ocean still it stood now on the Fourth Age and that seemed a bit concerning.
Things always tended to repeat themselves and as he arrived to such island after a long time of wandering in the ocean and traveling. His eyes opened widely, it was nothing to be glad of, he could see black smoke rising and many ships coming and going, the leader of that island was causing struggles in Middle Earth, that he knew, for that was another reason for him to travel and look for the reason of all what was happening in Middle Earth, specially the Elvin realms and woods.
He quickly raised his hand and a great wave held him for as long as he pleased, Ulmo himself being with his son to see how he would react to such events. His voice was calm but at the same time demanding and inquisitive "He who dares to attempt against Arda and the Valar shall come to the shores and speak before me!"
Anger could easily be seen in his eyes while they shone with the tempest of the sea. He would not simply let anyone do as they wished, he would act, that was another reason he had gone to Arda, to fight and not simply sit in the Circle of Judgment.

Post by Ahaiel
The days had been long and productive as Ahaiel got everything into motion, moving eastward from Armenelos to the coast, then planning to head north through the cities. This day had been spent on the road to Rómenna to spread the word of the new changes and to free the city of those who could not comprehend. This particular city had been more rebellious than the smaller cities surrounding it, but the daughter of Rage had no problem tallying up this death toll and continuing her way through the city.
As the Black Lady passed through Rómenna to get to the next city, she was encountered by one last revolt. A lone 'hero' who had not yet reached the age of manhood, it seemed; but he stood before her, fists clenched as he mustered his feelings to declare bravely that, Elbereth help him, he would stop Ahaiel's madness.
Her eyes gazed down on him, cold and uncaring, she was not amused though he was no threat to her, especially as he stood alone; it was his will if he wished to die before the peak of a Mortal's life. Ahaiel would grant the wish for him, and she passed by him quickly, not even acknowledging that he had spoken. Her sword was drawn and replaced so quickly one would doubt if it had ever been out in the first place, except for the marks on the boy as he fell helplessly to the ground, blood splattered across his young face.
She waited for the after-effects to occur after a person had passed away, and then savagely picked up the boy's body and slung him over her shoulder, holding him there with one arm as she continued her path to the next town. It was then that she heard a great commotion in the waves beyond the road, and a mighty voice call out in challenge. Ahaiel walked casually over the dunes to the shore to find the source of such words, and beheld the sight of a bold man upon a wave, a god-like aura about him as he commanded the sea to his will and gazed angrily at the dark figure that stood many meters before him on the land. It was a sight like no other, but Ahaiel was not intimidated, and she dropped the body of the boy deliberately at her feet. Crossing her arms, she met the Ainur's stare with her own glare; standing firmly as the wind blew her hair about her face. He would be treated just as the boy had been, and Ahaiel thought of this being as nothing but a rebel which she would not tolerate under her rule.
"It is I," she spoke callously, "And who are you who so boldly plans to hinder my will?"

Post by Clamden
Clamden's eyes scanned her deeply, especially the boy she dropped dead on the ground. This made his ia grow much more and in his eyes a threatening tempest could be seen, never had he thought he could get this angry.
What made it much more strong and wicked was her own stubbornness and pride even though she was before him. His eyes narrowed and said "It is the Son of Ulmo what your eyes see. Long have I hunted your deeds, looking for you, the one that caused all these treacheries."
He had heard of her being a noble elf, but he knew well enough about the curse of the Noldor kin. He would have been moved to mercy had she had pity for the weak and young ones but now it was worthless. "Now I stand before you and you will pay for all you have done."

Post by Ahaiel
His anger brought a smile to Ahaiel's face, but his words did not and she frowned at him as if he were a child who'd disobeyed, "I will pay?" She laughed out the question shortly, with slight disbelief and looked at Clamden darkly to see if he truly believed what he said.
Quiet amusement boiled in her when he said that he'd been hunting her. But though she'd heard he was the son of a Vala, the daughter of Rage did not care. It irritated her more than anything, and she was too blinded to see the danger in which she was really in; instead she was stirring in her thoughts about how glorious it would be to kill him and what an impact it would have upon the Valar. It would serve them right, she thought bitterly.
Boldly, she walked toward the coastline so that the challenger could see clearly the Hell in her eyes, and she scowled meeting his eyes, which were deeper and more threatening than she'd first thought, but kept her voice unmoved, cold, "If you value your life, leave now."

Post by Akkarin
Akkarin had heard rumors of Ahaiel. Apparently she had done a lot since her first meeting with Nephredel. By his own free will Akkarin thought he should visit her to make sure she was still walking along her rightful path towards evil.
By the shore where the two people were talking, a cone of smoke appeared by the female being. And as usual Akkarin's frame became visible in the middle of it.
- I see you've done quite a bit of work since we last met. You've done we-
He stopped upon seeing Clamden there looking threateningly towards Ahaiel.
- Ah, what do we have here? Someone who wishes to hinder your plans and training.
To Clamden he called
- Greetings. I see you do not agree with her actions! You’re allowed your opinion, but I think you'd better scurry along back to where ever the dank pit you came from! Because nothing will stop her today!

Post by Clamden
Clamden frowned for Ahaiel was so consumed in her own evil she did not see what was to happen to her and all her lands. All of them becoming cold hearted, worshiping Melkor and what is more wishing to be as immortal as elves not accepting what they had and the gift of mortality as a recompense for the last of the days in Arda.
He turned to look at the Ainur and said "It would be better if you did not get involved, for you will only share her own doom." His eyes began to shine with blue light as he then turned to Ahaiel and said finally "If you do not surrender doom will fall on you and all your generations, mark my words!"

Post by Ahaiel
Her head turned lazily to meet the wizard as his form solidified, his presence complementing the darkness which already filtered thickly through the air. A deadly smirk lifted the corners of her mouth at the dark magician's words, and she wanted to beckon him to see the rest of the island and the changes she'd made; but said not a word to him and looked back at Clamden, son of Ulmo.
She glared hatefully at him when he spoke, unsheathing her blade and holding it firmly as she brooded. Doom had already befallen her, what else could happen that had not already? "You do not know who you speak to; the Daughter of Rage will never surrender!"

Post by Akkarin
Akkarin smiled, the darkness was quickly spreading over her body. The transformation Nephredel intended was nearly complete.

Post by Clamden
Clamden looked into her eyes, he could see how light failed and darkness took over her, it could only mean one thing, and that was, there were more Valar in Arda or at least someone powerful enough to change the hearts of mortals and elves. He shook his head and said finally "The Noldor, too proud and thinking they can manage all or confront everyone without being touched by malice itself, look at you! It has taken over you Ahaiel, and that means it will all end tonight."
He unsheathed his sword and then leapt forth striking against Ahaiel's right side with all his speed and strength like that of a Hurricane.

Post by Ahaiel
"This will end," she agreed, grimly.
She could sense his attack, and yet the extent of it was beyond her; and though she stepped quickly aside to move out of the way, it was not quick enough and a hot sensation pulsated along her right arm. The momentum of his strike caused her to step back, but her surprise was not enough to delay her reflexes; moving with his line of attack to face him, her left hand gripping her blade, she swung diagonally upward at Clamden's back as he passed.

[Alena Wulf]

Post by Clamden
Not for the first time in his life, for surely he could remember all the hard training he had endured in the past, but this had been unexpected and he felt the knife of her blade cut his skin.
Blood would soon fall from his back falling against the impure lands. He knew now that no matter what happened, his duty, or at least one of them was to make sure Numenor stayed deep in the sea where it should not have come back. He quickly turned kicking her face with a kick and then he planned on disarming her. He swung his sword some times and charged forth again, blades crossing, their sounds easy to recognize as two expert warriors. For a time he stood concentrated in what they were doing, he then suddenly acted as if he would stab her right arm again but in the end he attempt to make her loose her sword by hitting her hand which held the hilt, with his own hilt.

Post by Ahaiel
Her attack had hit but she made no show for victory, there was still more to be done.
A dark smirk stayed her face when she tasted her blood, and she wiped the corner of her mouth nonchalantly after his kick hit her.
She met his attacks easily, but found that he stepped up and didn't let her attacks get through either. His fake was easy to detect and she didn't bother trying to protect her arm, which still stung a bit. Ahaiel played along, and dropped her sword when Clamden's hilt touched her hand. Quickly she moved, ignoring the pain of her right arm and forcing it to do as she wished. She grabbed Clamden's wrist with her right hand, his sword still in his hand; and with her left hand she pushed above Clamden's elbow, turning him and making his body bend at the waist, she jabbed him in the stomach with her knee and let go of her grip. Looking at Clamden, she didn't bother picking up her sword.

Post by Clamden
He felt heavily to the ground after her kick and then stood up quickly. He then scowled as it seemed impossible to make her reach knowledge of what she was doing and he quickly raised his sword to stab her on the waist as he raised his left arm for a great wave to smash against her as he wounded her with his sword. It seemed he had to be rough on her but he knew there was no going back, she was evil and dark and so she would be still.

Post by Akkarin
Akkarin had let them fight by themselves for a while, but he decided to intervene. Drawing his own scimitar he darted behind Clamden and brought the sword around the front of his neck.
Being careful not to slice the skin he whispered into the man's ear
- Do you think it wise to take on two Servants of Darkness. We are too powerful for you,"
He chuckled and waited for Clamden to make the next move.

Post by Clamden
He scowled feeling the wizard's sword on his throat but even then he would not surrender, not then when things had just began to get feisty. He then said "Number doesn't always help anyone win in whatever matters he begins..." Then as fast as he could he kicked Akkarin on the stomach with his elbow and moved to the opposite side of the blade, though with all he did he got a cut on his throat and another on his right arm. He coughed some blood and then said "I will face as many as I must for these lands to receive what they must." His eyes shone in rage as if tempests could come from them and the ocean was beginning to shake in such a way the island it self could be considered in an agitated motion.

Post by Ahaiel
Ahaiel was narrowly able to avoid his stab to her waist. But the wave could not be blocked, and the cold waters overcame her. The force of the water was incredible; equivalent almost to a sheet of glass falling on top of someone, and the Daughter of Rage used all her will to keep on her feet as she was pummeled.
After the wave passed, she stood drenched, her wet hair, like straws, hanging over her face. She grabbed her sword as Akkarin had his fun, and it was then that she noticed the chaos growing in the ocean beyond. Wave after wave seemed to crash upon the shore, the next wave more violently than the previous; and the island itself was shaking. The tremor was only very slight at first, but soon grew into a more noticeable 'hum'.
Ahaiel the Black glared upon Clamden, realizing that this disorder was not from the will of Akkarin or herself.

Post by Akkarin
Akkarin stumbled back slightly. Winded ever so lightly, but the impact with his stomach made him more angry than anything. Bringing his sword up to his side he walked back over to Clamden and, along with Ahaiel, he went for a strike to the waist.

Post by Clamden
Clamden then raised his staff as he looked at them both and his eyes grew in blueness. Then two great waves came to clash against Akkarin and Ahaiel for Clamden had to recover for some minutes from the last wounds. He then said as his voice grew demanding like a sentence of death to overcome a whole city "Surrender now Ahaiel or see your doom for my patience has gone to limits!"

Post by Ahaiel
"Heh," she laughed, trying to shake away his attack; not believing his words, not seeing his strength. As if in response to his mercy she charged him, cutting upward as she approached, a deadly frown at her Elfish face.

Post by Clamden
Feeling in his own wrath the challenge of someone weaker and less mindful as it was Ahaiel and at the same time the deceit of one of elfish blood, and of the Noldor! A race so loved for his father his eyes turned bluish as if to contain all the fury he felt for someone that had deceived Ulmo.
He turned to Akkarin "We will meet again, dark one..." he said loud enough for the waters to hit the shores with his own hidden power. He then turned to look at Ahaiel and said "And you... just like the man that raised you, will perish to the powers of Ulmo!"
His determined mind forgot all the mercy he had wished to give these inhabitants but such Queen could only represent a real threat to all Arda and even Valinor even being exiled as the Noldor once were.
He raised his staff and as it shone the waves began to rise at such point they began to cause floods in the island and Osse's power unleashed as he rode his carriage of dolphins.
There were bitter tears in the eyes of Clamden, but it was to be done, nothing could change its destiny as it once was, it was to be back again... their own doom, their own wish... to perish.
Many people began to scream in horror, most of them running with no goal at all, some climbing trees which would soon fall and become part of the flood itself, houses were demolished by the cyclones which desolated the area. Too much damage could one minute's rush bring, the terror, the pain, the eternal mourns, Clamden could feel it all, was it that he was forgetting his impartial coming to Arda?
He shook his head and watched the monstrosity of it all just before he turned and closed his eyes to all the screaming, laments and destruction that brought down Numenor- one more time.
He was on the same boat he had arrive not long before, when he had held on to unreal hopes, to facts which did not exist, to weak suppositions, to the hopes of making them come back to the light. And now... they were all fading, into shadows as they lived amongst them.
Little time after, everything was silence, the silence that announced the desolation, death, ugliness of violence. As he turned to look back, one last time, he only saw more ocean waves which calmed slowly as time passed by, as time was no more. He waited there some time, he found no comfort nor ever will, being involved in the desires of the Valar would bring you things you would never forget, specially being immortal.
Now he knew why his father had never left Arda, love and pity, both mixed in duty, what was to come now?

Post by Akkarin
Akkarin spun around as waves rose around him. He looked towards Ahaiel and saw that she was too enveloped with her own powers to disturb. Just as a wave began crashing over him, he sought some of his will, shaped it, and disappeared. He reappeared on the shores facing where Numenor was, for the time being. The waves crashed over the island and it disappeared.
Normally Akkarin would have walked off. But Ahaiel was too near her completed transformation to Evil. He reached for more will and sought the Evil force pulsating. He found it, it was far off the shore and it was going to take some will to remove it. He shaped some more will and sent it into the area of evil and brought it to the surface of the water. He attempted to carry her over the sea, but failed, he was too tired. She came within two miles of the shore and fell back into the water.

Post by Ahaiel
Harsh, cold waves bombarded the island, and Ahaiel got lost within the mess; under the sea, going down with the island she'd corrupted.
It had happened so quickly. One moment she was giving Clamden a look to kill for even referring to Lord Celegorm, and the next she was surrounded by the cold darkness. Isolating and hateful, Ahaiel found herself encircled in the merciless depths; her own rage animated as the suffocating, black water. It became surreal, and her mind seemed to separate from her body to watch the show which was a three ring circus. In one ring Ahaiel's body floated, following the violent current, but otherwise unmoving and rather helpless. Another ring displayed the jumbled thoughts of the body's mind, flashing images of the past's friends, parents, Celegorm; darkness. The middle ring had remained empty for a while, but then a sinister hand outstretched to the mind causing the other rings to disappear.
The mangled Elvin body of Ahaiel surfaced as the mind grasped the hand, and there was a sense of relief as air entered the lungs. Although there was black once more as she hit the water again; the current carried the Daughter of Rage's body to the shores of Middle Earth.
Away from Númenor heading toward the mainland, two last ships had departed from the island's trembling shores at the first signs of demise, carrying Celegorm and Luthien to safety.
Númenor was no more.

Post by Akkarin
Akkarin spent some time resting and regaining his will in order to relocate Ahaiel. He slept for a while then sent out his will again and searched for the pulsing Dark Energy. He found it and was surprised to see that it was closer than he had thought it would be. He ran towards the area his magic had directed him and saw Ahaiel, like a broken mess sprawled on the shore, with the water lapping at her sides.
He walked over to her and pressed his hands onto her and sent more will to recover her body and sent life back into her dark soul.