Volitant Colloquy [The Witch King] {January 3011}

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Volitant Colloquy [The Witch King] {January 3011} Aug 14, 2018 17:21:46 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Aug 14, 2018 17:21:46 GMT -5

Bleak the land of midwinter. For a country with bore at it’s heart the raging fires of Orodruin, the shadow mountains were frigid this time of year. Clear and dark the night, stars were bright with no moon shining overhead, as leather wings ripped through the air above the spires of Minas Morgul. Green light cast upon the land against the mountains as she flapped lower. Fluttering.

“It is I,” called out to the darkness, her lyrical voice cutting through the night to the guards who watched both land and air against invasion. “Ravondis long kept by great deeds. Ravondis the Faithful to our Dark Lord. Emissary for ages, I come with news for the commander.”

They should recognize her; they should know tales of which her name spoke. Ravondis, the bat-fell. Few like her remained upon Arda in these days, and of what there were, many were in hiding. She did not doubt that the deepest caverns of Gundabad held several of her sisters yet living, those who had survived Utumno, those who had survived many battles, leading the ravaging armies of leathered bats to fight against enemy.

It was true that she too long kept her commanding post, as she called it, within the Emyn Muil. Her watchful eyes, hovering above the night as she saw the comings and goings of orcs and other wearied travelers in her lands. Wearied souls. Souls which now kept within her clutching grasp within one of the highest, steepest caverns she could find. Half-decimated, she had left the elves, having fed them not, nor given them drink, for four long months. Weak. Elves were weak; though they boasted much strength. These ones may prove useful for her cause. It was the only reason she had not pierced out their eyes upon first glance.

Pulled wing, then flapping, the bat-fell landed, crying out in screech as she crawled several paces against the black stone, barbed claws scraped against obsidian, wings creased, glinting in the green night air, crawling on her knees, her form shifted. Her raiment changed. Leather skin fell away, given to white and fair. Mottled fur shifited to a mass of smooth, white upon her head. The face of a youthful woman, yet grotesque, though thousands of years and many ages had she lived. She kneeled on the ground, garbed the same in a cloak wrapped around her against the chill of winter.

Ravondis’ eyes gleamed as she rose to her feet, staring at orc guards. “Where is he?” she demanded, then voice purring. “I come with news of a gift.”

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Volitant Colloquy [The Witch King] {January 3011} Aug 14, 2018 17:43:45 GMT -5

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The sound of giant wings could be heard flapping on the wind. The only source of them should have been the Fell beasts of the Nazgul yet they were tethered at this moment. A powerful voice called out pledging service to the Dark Lord, a voice the Witch King had not heard in nearly an Age. He rose from the iron throne that served as the centerpiece to his personal chamber, so black was his robe that it shamed even the darkness of the room around him. He could hear the guards at the main gate gnashing their teeth and the chants of the warriors itching for a fight, orcs were typically cowardly creatures unless they possessed overwhelming numbers. With a hiss he called out as the main doors of the Tower of Sorcery opened, "Who enters my domain?".

There before him stood the appearance of a young mortal woman cloaked in red, yet he remembered it was not so. This was a fell creature from a time before the first age and the awakening of the elves, when he was still a man they had told stories of such beasts to terrify children. The great bat appeared before him now in reverence and supplication. As he made his way closer the guards stepped away from the fear of him, it was not wise to come knocking on the Witch King's door. "You are the one they call Ravondis" he hissed, "Long have you forsaken your oath to the Dark lord...why now do you return?". His great sword was at his side, concealed beneath the shadows of his robe and even such an ancient creature would not long stand against the Lord of the Nazgul and his servants if she sought battle. He had heard her speak of a gift, was it possible? had the treasure his master desired been found by this creature? "Speak to me of this gift and you will be amply rewarded".

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Volitant Colloquy [The Witch King] {January 3011} Aug 15, 2018 23:10:42 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Aug 15, 2018 23:10:42 GMT -5

“Forsaken my oath,” Ravondis repeated darkly. “Forsaken my… why you would not believe word that I... I Ravondis. One who has been loyal for many years; to the Lord who was in power before our Dark Lord Sauron the great. Our Lord Sauron completes Melkor’s will here on Arda, and you say I have forsaken my oath. Never before have I forsaken oath. You are mistaken,” she told him directly.

Ravondis was no oath breaker. She had merely… other doings to attend to, and she stared at the dark robed figure. She, who was ageless, to be spoken to by someone who was simply born in the Second Age!

“My leige, what I have to offer is great; a great treasure, which I found hiding amidst the Emyn Muil while keeping oath. While keeping watch on the paths which many could slink within,” Ravondis hinted. “Too close to your lands, you never know which weapon one could find within the Emyn Muil. So little cared for. An orc guard should be sent to dwell within the foothills. A good location between Mordor and the elves to the north.”

A breeze blew, and Ravondis’ hair whipped about her face; or so did the illusion of her hair, for it was only her disguise to dress as such; to take communion with the commanders in the form which was most comfortable for them. To be treated with more integrity than when she were garbed as were-bat. There was no longer respect for bat-fells.

“Something powerful. Something that Our Lord would seek to use as a tool, as a weapon, full of many secrets. Something he could use to defeat the elves,” she purred. The elves had been among Sauron’s greatest enemies for many an age. Since the War of Wrath when the elves had come along with the Valar to the aide in the defeat of Melkor. “Something beautiful," she added. Weaving words to draw interest.

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Volitant Colloquy [The Witch King] {January 3011} Aug 20, 2018 17:55:14 GMT -5

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To a Nazgul there was no will other than the will of Sauron. one could not claim to be his servant and yet have their own ambitions, despite the fact the she was a Maiar spirit like their Dark Lord The Lord of Nazgul was Sauron's deadliest and most loyal underling. As the dark lord's power rose so too did the Witch King's, yet he did not care to stand on his doorstep and argue with her. When she began to speak of a treasure his interest was grabbed, she spoke of it as a weapon...a weapon that had been in the Emyn Muil. Could it be? had this Fell bat found the very thing his master was seeking? if it was as it sounded then the Witch King would indeed reward her greatly. then she said it, "Something beautiful". That was enough for him. though it troubled him that if this was indeed the great ring of power how had he not sensed it so close to his lands? how had none of the other Nazgul?

The location fit, after the battle of the last alliance Isildur had taken the ring and returned north where he had been slain on the banks of the river Anduin. It was possible the ring could have made it's way south again with the current and had found some wanderer to carry it towards it's home. The ring had a will of it's own and it yearned to be reunited with the dark lord. "Do you have this treasure you have found with you?" the Witch King murmured. He took a step closer so that he appeared even taller before her. "If you give it to me now I shall see you are given a fitting reward for your loyal service to Sauron". He made sure to offer the last statement with as little coldness as was possible for a being like him to muster. It was sincere that he would reward her if she had what he sought.

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Volitant Colloquy [The Witch King] {January 3011} Sept 13, 2018 8:47:36 GMT -5

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Post by Ravondis on Sept 13, 2018 8:47:36 GMT -5

Even the servants of the Dark Lord would bend to the will of Ravondis.

“My brother of Darkness, do you think I would attempt to carry so valuable a treasure; so mighty a weapon, in my mere claws; unworthy my claws in the sight of Dark Lord. Nay I could not dain to bear it this far hence,” the bat fell purred, her red eyes seeking the depths of the Witch King’s persona.

Nothing to see. Nothing to admire. He was empty; a wraith of what he had once been. Oh yes, the Witch King had been a fine specimen in the days of which he had been mortal. Ravondis, older than old; older than marred Arda; Ravondis remembered. Ravondis was not one to forget; no matter the passings of time, she remembered the deeds of her own; and the deeds of others.

“I request on behalf of our Dark Lord, an escort. This weapon...” she began. Ravondis had indeed come to the conclusion of what it was the Nazgul was speaking of; of what he thought it to be. He would be upset if he should know she had indeed not come to give word of the Ring of Power, but of the battleworn, now cave-worn, wielder of much information. The weapons master of the elvenking may not be what was sought after; but he could be

It was in the disaster upon the Gladden Fields were the ring had been lost in the first place. It was due to the meddling of the Elvenking that Sauron’s remaining forces had not been able to scour the river, the marshes, in search when it was ripe for the taking. The weapons master had been been there; had been near to the precious tool of which the Nazgul searched. Indeed, Ravondis was sure that the capture of this elf would bring Sauron what pleasure he was able to bear. To think of the torture which could be administered in the tower of Barad-dur, which could bring forth more information.

“This weapon should not be traveled with lightly. You know what things have befallen before when one is given to carelessness. Things become… lost, and that is not what we desire now, is it? I need a troupe of your strongest orcs. Marshalls and Captains only will do,” Ravondis said, forthright. The Witch King would listen, or he would not have his weapon. Should he refuse, there were always other crevices for Ravondis to seek out.

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