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Riavod
22 Quelle
30 Narquelie

Jin

Jin stares into the raging fire before him. Wood shards crackle as angry flames consume them and red-hot embers glow brightly. Thin wisps of smoke rise upwards, flowing out of the open balcony into the cool night air. The silky curtain panels flap wildly as a strong gust of wind sweeps past. The dark-haired Easterling remains quiet in silent contemplation, his icy blue eyes remain fixed on the dancing fire.

Down below in the courtyard, Easterlings of all tribes, Southerons, Corsairs and even foul orcs congregate around warm bonfires, still celebrating though the man of honor has retired for the night. All sit in union, united under the banner of the Scourge. Any misunderstandings are forgotten as Men and Orcs are called together with the promise of a new destiny. Riavod celebrates this night.

Let them feast, drink, smoke, and be merry tonight....tommorrow, we shall get to work.... the new Lord of Rhun thinks, mesmerized by the undulating flames. Tommorrow, he will call a meeting and whip the armies of Rhun into shape. They must be ready when the Dark Lord Sauron bids them rise to war on the West.

Dorwinion

"Why are we in such a hurry now?" Ren whined, "I have to walk. I want my horse back!"

A bug that was not unusual in any way distracted Ren for a few moments and he shook his head as if in a stupor. He had forgotten again where they were going, but decided with a nod of his head that since there were others here, he would just follow them and hope for the best. And if there was some sort of killing involved, he would perform his duty. For the grape-leader.

He started walking in the direction that they had been headed before, forgetting about the others. He was humming to himself and practically skipping.

Hey! he thought with a grin, That cloud looks like Akhorahil when he's angry.

Dorwinion

Uvatha stared off into the distance. "Ninjas? Hmmm. I hope that the ninjas come to play." She threw out her arms and began to spin in a circle, her black robes swirling around her. "Play with the ninjas... Plaaaaay with the ninjas!" She stopped suddenly, and hunched down over her sword. She ran her hand down the blade. "My blade is cold and lonely. It needs ninja entrails to keep it company." She patted her blade reassuringly. "Awwwww, don't you worry, Mr. Morgul Blade! We'll find you some friends! You won't be lonely for long!"

Dorwinion

"What? Ninjas?" Ren was suddenly terrified. "They come at you... And attack you with ... stuff."

Unless this was a test... and he was failing in some way. Ren was always failing without knowing it. This time, though, would be different. He would figure out what he was failing at and do it consciously! Unless he wasn't failing, and then he would be trying to fail at something he was succeeding at.

Then Akhorahil killed a grape vine, causing Ren to visibly flinch. He was always yelling for no reason, causing unrest. It made Ren edgy, like he should be yelling too.

But then he was mesmerized by the glinting of Akhorahil's blade in the sun. Every time he moved it, it was like the sun was in the sword. Ren, properly amused, applauded loudly and enthusiastically.

Dorwinion

Uvatha looked up at the moon, suddenly entranced. "The moon..." She purred. "The moon is singing. I can hear it in my head. Can you hear it, Akhorahil?" She seemed oblivious to the blows of Akhorahil.

She tilted her head, peering at her sword. "Akhorahil likes to play, my shiny." She gestured to Akhorahil. "Silly Akhorahil killed the grape vine." She winked. "Good thing. It was looking shifty." Uvatha sat down and began to hum to herself.

Dorwinion

Ren wasn't entirely certain what was going on. All he knew was that Akhorahil wasn't yelling at him, and when he hummed, it made his teeth vibrate. Uvatha was stroking her sword and Ren continued to stand there, rather cluelessly.

Akhorahil slept, and although it was night time, Ren wasn't sleepy. He felt like wandering around some more, and if he followed the butterfly that had flown in front of his face, maybe he'd get somewhere.

"Come back, bug!" He whisper-yelled, not wanting to wake the sleeping Akhorahil. He chased after the bug in the direction that they had been heading previously. It was a stroke of luck, and perhaps the butterfly was smarter than Ren. Ren didn't notice his aching legs anymore, but he did notice a lot of noise. There seemed to be a town cresting on the horizon, and Ren was suddenly frightened. He didn't know if he was supposed to be here without the others.

He crouched behind a convenient bush, and sat there, waiting until morning came - and with it, Akhorahil and Uvatha.

Riavod
23 Quelle
29 Narquelie
Jin of the Wainriders

It is dawn when Jin wakes to the sound of a choir of voices. An orange sun rises in a cloudless sky, casting soft light through the sheer indigo curtains of his open balcony window. A warm breeze flows in through the billowing curtains and over the tanned skin of the waking man. He can already tell it is going to be a sweltering day. Beyond his balcony, in the large courtyard below, he can hear the voices of his soldiers, shouting in unison as they go through their daily morning training sessions. Beyond the courtyard and in the city itself, the citizens are already awake and going about their business, doing their part to prepare Riavod for war. Jin smiles faintly as he climbs out of bed-- reaching for loose cotton shirt and pulling it over his bare torso before heading out to the balcony.

As his cold blue eyes look over the railing, he not surprised to find rows and rows of uniformed soldiers, going through the group lance exercises. They had been feasting and partying all night into the wee hours of the morning and still they have the discipline to be ready for training the next morning. Just as he expects. They stop in unison upon seeing their Lord and they hold their gleaming lances high as they salute him. Jin nods and then they continue, thrusting their weapons forward with an aggressive shout and then following through with the next motion-- bringing their lance upwards and back a little, poised for an attack. The cycle of movements continue as does the shouting. Jin watches for a while before turning back into his chamber for a bit of breakfast.

Dorwinion :: Not the grape field; rather, some bush outside of the town proper

Ren had fallen asleep, and he was sprawled out on the ground. He snorted awake and looked around. His surroundings were not new - he had woken up on the ground before, but he wasn't sure why he was on this particular piece of ground.

Then it all came flooding back.

He had been led away from his companions by a stray bug, and had ended up on the outskirts of where they had been heading. He had decided to wait for the others, because he had no way of knowing where he was - hell, he had trouble remembering who he was at times.

He must have wandered for quite a distance, because when he stood up to survey his surroundings, he could barely smell the hot dogs and justice that Akhorahil was invariably serving out. He saw the camp and he yelled and waved his arms, not thinking about what was at his back - the town.