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Post by Amras Nénharma on Feb 2, 2008 16:09:54 GMT -5
"I... I will never understand the race of men." Amras said, perched atop the local cathedral, mystified. "Scurrying about, looking for meaning... and reason. Of which, they cannot seem to find. Why? They understand only what they look for, not what will envelop them upon it's retrieval." After a withdrawed silence, Amras raised both of his hands, as if to beckon the heavens. He instead, reached back, and grasped his hood to drape it over his, now hidden, face. Amras' robes twisted and entangled his form until they imploded within themselves revealing only a solemn crow. It began to caw and flap its wings, until it took off and flew towards the now setting sun
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Post by Airendiel Noldoriel on Feb 5, 2008 17:33:55 GMT -5
Airendiel walked through the city of Minas Tirith, her elf eyes taking in all of the architecture and grand buildings, "I still don't see why men hold this city in such high honor, the city of Rivendell is by far more lovely. In anycase this place lacks things that grow, I'm not even sure why I came here anymore." As she turned the bend she sat on a bench and looked up at the sky, the sunset had painted it with bright reds and pinks. As she sat and looked she observed a crow that flew out of the city. Without knowing why she stood and folowed it till they were outside the city gates.
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Post by Amras Nénharma on Feb 20, 2008 11:22:21 GMT -5
"It seems I am in pursuit..." Amras cackled and dove toward the ground towards the woman. She unsheathed and readied her sword, her radiant reflection glistening on the hilt of the blade. Amras, then, in a maelstrom of smoke, stood before her, levitating, as a faceless figure. "Well, hello... might I ask why you were following me?"
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Post by Airendiel Noldoriel on Feb 20, 2008 18:24:44 GMT -5
Airendiel though shaken by the display remained calm. What was it? Perhaps one of the Maiar? "I'm not entierly sure. I noticed a crow flying above the City and followed it. Now, I've answered your question, time for you to answer one of mine. Who are you?"
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Post by Amras Nénharma on Feb 21, 2008 19:05:26 GMT -5
"I?" Amras screamed. "I! I am Amras Nénharma! One of the Maiar of old." He said as he swept away, turning his back on the woman. "I was born into the Icebay of Forochel, far to the north." He leaped back into the woman's face. "And who, might I inquire, is asking?" he whispered. "It matters not," He interjected before the elves' reply could escape her soft lips. He glided away, quickly dissipating into the spectacles of the horizon.
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Post by Airendiel Noldoriel on Feb 22, 2008 18:21:40 GMT -5
Airendiel's breath shook, a meeting with a Maiar. That certainly didn't happen every day. She took a deep breath to calm herself and sheathed her sword, oh how she wished she had a horse. She shruged her shoulders and ran off, following the Maiar, 'Amras Nénharma' she reminded herself. Perhaps later she would make some inquiries, but now she wanted to get to the bottom of this.
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