Date: Mon, 06 Jul 1998 11:04:28 PDT Subject: [ffml] [MW] Remembered Foes... From: "Aramarth Of Lomlorien" Well... I really need to write, so what better way then to get involved in the MW? :) Aramarth stood near the great tree, in Lomlorien. Looking up he saw the height of the tree and felt oddly conforted by its very presence... That seed sure grew fast... I wonder if this is the feeling that the Quendi had in Valinor when they stood new to the trees there.... The People of Lomlorien had taken the extreme growth of the tree as a sign that Illuvitar still watched over thier own... even in this new world...Aramarth had brought the seed back from his extradimentional travels, after giving up in the search for a way to return to Middle-Earth. His people had grown somewhat accuttomed to thier new life here, and Aramarth decided that perhaps they could servive, and maybe even thrive in this strange world... The young Elflord turned to the sound of approaching footsteps behind him. Culcu stood there, face glowing from the exertion of running from the council chambers on the other side of the elvish city. The Council is having an emergency meeting, Aramarth. They ask for your presence... Well... I suppode you wouldnt have come looking for me if it wasnt important... Aramarth sighed... He had been looking forward to having a day of peace. But looking at his childhood friends face, he realized that as long as people were depending on him he would never have peace. Ok, Culcu. Give word to the council members that I'm on my way... I'll only be a few moments. With that the elflord watched the girl, young woman he corrected himself, run off towards the chamber. He stepped bach into his home in the tree, and picked up the few items he would be expected to have... The Black Staff of Saruman was now more of a badge of office then a item of power, and he usually had it when he was in a official meeting...Aramarth waited a few moments, judging the time it would take for Culcu to relay his message. When he judged the time was right, he pulled in on his magical powers, forming a shere of mystical energy around him, and muttering a few words that few this side of Krynn would understand, dissapeared. The council chamber was a strange mix of elves from many different worlds... There were a number of the Quendy, from Middle Earth, but there were also representatives from other races too... Members of the Silvanesti, Dargonesti, Llanowar, Quieron, and even a lone Drow were assembled in the large chamber, awaiting thier lord to sit. Aramarth sat down in the hard-backed chair at the head of the table and called the meeting to order.. So what exactly is the problem here?.. Why has this meeting been called..? A lone council member, probably nominated by the others, spoke up. Well, my lord, we have a potentally dangerous situation here... Aramarth nodded, wondering what he was getting to... The Phantoms from the train have noticed a great increase in the traffic of "passangers"... Many humans are in the group, as well as a large increase of Moogles... Our sounces tell us that a war is in full swing elseware in the world... Word has reached us of great atrocaties performed by the moogles. I wont go into the details here, but I'm sure you've all heard the rumors, suffice it to say, the rumors are the tip of the iceberg. We've decided that in the interest of survival, we must put a stop to this... These travesties that the moogles are performing must be stopped before it spreads any further... Aramarth broke in... Surely, you all must realize that were talking about war here... The humans are having enough trouble as it is... our resources are stretched thin as it is. We cannot support such action.. We know of all this, my lord, but we cannot let this go unchecked... we also have gotten word from travelers that the leader of the moogles... this Emperor Mog, also has some conection to the false ruler of Doma... Darklord Eric... The council members knew that this would be enough to get thier lords approval to enter this war.. Eric had made a complete mockery of the elves, in paticular the elven lord... The elves had discovered that some of the herbs in thier forest had special properites... one in particular had been noticed to work as a halucinagenic, but more importantly was able to help the clean up of the Doma water supply. Aramarth had sent shipments of the herb to Doma to help, but Eric had resold the herbs on the black market as a drug.. Now Aramarth had a chance to strike back at Eric. This "Emperor Mog" was the key to finding Eric and punishing him... Within an hour supplies were being produced at an amazing speed... Date: Thu, 9 Jul 1998 07:06:51 -1000 Subject: [ffml] [MW] The Forest... From: "Aramarth Of Lomlorien" Ah ha!! I thought it was about time that I posted something, and If you look closely, youll see that I'm gonna try writing in F.P.P... If anyone cares... :) ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "I still cant belive that we got lost.... In a FOREST no less... So much for the Elven senses..." I was muttering to myself.. After 3 days of wandering we were comlpetely lost. Even the great Kagonesti hunter K'andur had no idea where they were or how to even find out were they were. I had felt a strange presence in the shady forest... Not so much a mind, as a power that was once directed by a mind... It reminded me of the Faery mists in the world of Landover. The others were just as much of a loss. The forest seemed to twist our perceptions to the point where we could no longer even trust ourselves. I watched as K'andur motioned to me, wanting to get my opinion on something, no doubt. I walked up to the dark-skinned elf. "Tell me if you notice something different here, my lord.." the elf began. I cut him off with my answer. "The feeling is gone... this path seems protected from the spell of confusion." The hunter looked at me. "So do we follow this path?" "I don't know... it seems too easy. Almost as if something, or someone, was trying to force us somewhere... " I thought about it for several seconds. "Well, I dont see as we have any choice. Maybe this path will take us to the sounce of all this." I motioned to the others to follow K'andur down the path. The others were noticably tire... The would probably need to rest for a few days when we got out of the forest. The path started as nothing more then a game trail, but as the day passed, I noticed that the path seemed to get wider, and flatter, like a road that had been disused for years. We camped in a very conviently placed clearing for the night. The stars were out in full force, and the smell of the forest washed over me like fine music. I laid down, having decided to take the last watch tonight, and quickly fell asleep. * * * "AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!!" The scream woke me up faster then a bucket of cold water. I bolted out of bedroll to investigate the noise. On the far side of the camp I found the glowing stone that I had enchanted for light. I picked it up, wondering what had happened to Dval. Bazt was the next to get up. "What was that scream?" the usually quiet Drow asked. "I dont know, but Dval is missing." "Maybe the healer went to look for some herbs..." The Drow comented often on the need for the Quieron Healer to use herbs in his spells, he felt it was a weakness, one that the Drow Mageknight didnt have. "You know as well as I do that he wouldnt go out during a watch..." By this time the rest of the party had awoken... I instructed them to pack up the camp as quickly as possible, so we could search for Dval. K'andur picked up the trail almost immediately... Going down the path. Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 11:17:41 PDT Subject: [ffml] [MW] Anger... From: "Aramarth Of Lomlorien" Aramarth stood over the body of a good friend... The face of the Quieron Healer looked more peacefull then Aramamrth could ever remember. The group had followed the path left by whatever had taken Dval, and just as the sun was rising over the horizon (what little they could see between the trees) they had come apon the beast... Excactly what it was was unknown... It looked like an unholy cross of Moogle, Chocobo and technology. Doubtless it had come from the demented labs of the "Emperor" Mog. They had arrived too late.. By the time they reached the creature it had already filled its stomach. After a short battle the beast was incinerated at the end of one of the Elflords Fireballs... Now the group stood over the grave of thier friend... Aramarth spoke. "LLanowar, Spirit of the Forest, who watched over this healer, take this elves spirit and grant him a stay in your eternal forest." Aramarth couldnt think of anything more to say. He hadnt spent much time im Dominaria, and didnt know much about the burial rights of the Quieron. The Drow, Bazt, steped up to Aramarth. "M'lord, we must carry on. To avenge all the lives that have been taken by this monster, Mog... I saw a fortress in the distance when I was scouting yesterday, I think we should head there. We can rest and heal ourselves." Aramarth agreed to such a move, and after each had payed thier respects to thier lost friend, they left, through the forest, where any thay passed would imagine them a wisp of wind, and nothing more, as were the ways of elves. Date: Fri, 17 Jul 1998 17:19:14 PDT Subject: [ffml] [MW] Meanwhile... From: "Aramarth Of Lomlorien" The Head of the Council sat in his office in the Great Tree, pondering. The Elven people were almost ready to send aid to their lord in the forest... He looked out a window.. People were scurrying around the city below, carrting arms, and supplies to the main barracks. Off in the distance he could see the Archers, the most deadly in the world, training in thier art. Mandalias was pleased. Lomlorien would enter into a new glory. As soon as the Elflord, Aramarth, sent word, the forces would be ready...