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Darkly Ominous (P); invitation only
Topic Started: Sat Oct 2, 2004 8:37 pm (347 Views)
Lothlómendil
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For many days Lómen had been in the city of Talas. She wandered around the streets at night to keep them safe in an attempt to fill some emptiness inside but thus far it still gnawed at her constantly. It was an unsettling feeling in her stomach, cold and dark that was ever at the back of her thoughts. She had thought that helping people would comfort the strange feeling and alleviate it at least a little but it was persistent in its efforts to disturb her.

It was getting late as the sun slipped below the horizon and she passed through the streets, consumed in thoughts of the strange feelings that she harbored. There was a chill breeze that stirred up dust and leaves that hid in the corners formed by clutter in the streets and the dilapidated walls upon which they rested. The darkness of night set in and the purple sky above her was foreboding. Shivers washed over her, the uneasiness in her stomach churning. She felt strangely uncomfortable on this dark eve; the ominous air that clung to her would not be shaken off. She quickened her pace and looked for someplace nearby to duck into; perhaps it would ease the steadily building tension inside her body. There was a rickety wooden door to her right with a crooked sign hung above it. She didn't bother to read it, she could tell that this place was open to the public and she opened the door. Old hinges groaned with the effort required to hold the door up as it swung open.

She pulled her cloak tighter around her and stepped inside the dimly lit room. The first thing that she noticed was the haze of smoke that assaulted her senses. The second was the equal barrage of alcohol in the air. Raising her hand, she wiped it through the air to her right and the smoke moved with her motion, clearing as though the wind had dispersed it. People looked up from their drinks and fights to behold her. She strode in boldly and took the first seat at the bar that was unoccupied. "Get me an ale," she commanded the tender. With fear in his eyes he rushed to fulfill her request. She crossed her arms and leaned them upon the counter top, then hung her head in the same manner that the shady figures around her did. Strands of her hair hung loose about her face and she usual cheery facial expression was replaced with one that was slightly tired yet hid a wrath behind them that would readily surface if provoked. The tender set the drink in front of her with an unsteady hand and she took it from him without a word and drank deeply. Unmoving, the tender watched her drink. She looked up at him with a cold look in her eyes. "What is it?" she asked him. He shook his head nervously looking now at his toes then picked up a filthy rag and busily began to scrub at some imaginary spot on the counter.

She sat hunched over the counter drinking the low quality ale and began to lose herself in thought. All that time she had spent in Calmonah under the influence of the dark wizard so long ago.... She thought of her encounter with him for the first time by the water. That is where he had enslaved her, and it was so easy for him. After all, what was a young mortal Elven woman in comparison to his power? Nothing. But under his forced influence, she had grown stronger. She learned much evil from him and excelled. But what of the things she had learned? She recalled through her haze of consciousness that she had used much black magic granted to her by this mage and she had used it well. Although he controlled her, she had her own will still. Two wills, her consciousness that he had pushed aside when he had taken her mind, and the second will that she became under him. When his grip on her was broken she believed the second will to be destroyed, but she had been having dreams at night lately. She heard her own voice whispering to her, but it was somehow not her own. It was harsh and taunting, always chanting words that were so familiar yet meant nothing to her. She always forgot them when she awoke and the voice would fade from her ears but it never failed to leave her feeling disrupted. The more she thought of the dreams the more the blackness in her spread. Soon she was brooding and then realization hit her like lightning. A sting of words raced through her mind and they made sense to her now, they were the words to a spell....

She stood and knocked the stool over behind her. Once again all eyes were on her and she gave them a murderous look and their eyes averted. A wicked smile spread across her face and she raised her hand into the air. She no longer felt uneasy, she felt energized and ready for any challenge that came her way. She began to whisper the sting of words that now would not stop running through her mind over and over. Purple energy crackled around her hand and sparked off into the air as she proceeded through the spell. The air was charged and people began to shift in their chairs. The wiser ones slipped quietly out the doors.... The string of words fell from her mouth and came at last to a stop. With the stop the energy crackling in her hand surged forward to fill the room. In the center of the floor a hole opened up and from it there were screams of agony.

A black clawed hand came through the hold and grasped at the ledge of the hole. A second hand landed next to it and from the pit of the Abyss, a gruesome beast pulled itself up and out. It set a powerful foot upon the floor of the tavern and stood to full height. Massive wings spread and it shook itself to be rid of whatever debris it may have carried with it. Most uses of this spell merely summoned a creature from the Abyssal Plane whose powers where mediocre. But her call was much more powerful than most, and no mere demonic being answered it. Strong both physically and in his dark discipline, she had called to her a prince of the Abyss whose name was Melkor. The black hole closed behind him and he stood in the center of the tavern breathing steadily, awaiting a command. "Melkor, destroy them all." As they had so long ago in Calmonah, her eyes lost their golden glow, replaced instead with the dark red of blood. Slowly she smiled as the prince of the Abyss bowed to her.
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