Morgoth's Middle Earth v. Allagaesia

[Maenya Vanyali-Seithr]

(This is the Time of Morgoth, in Middle Earth not Sauron!!!)

The battle was nearly over and he was on the losing side. Sauron his lutenient had fled into the deep pits, and hid there. The Valar were coming to claim him. He cursed aloud and looked towards where the two armies were fighting. Silently he called a Balrog, A dragon, and many of his orcs and goblins. If he could not rule this world he would rule another. Slowly he built up the power inside himself, and taking a sword he sent the power along it. It burned with a black flame, so dazzling none could withstand its blaze. With a swish and a flick he created a rift in the matter of the universe leading to another. He sent his Servants through, along with another. A wraith like the the nazgul but much more terrible. It was a sad fate for a great King, but he would serve him well, if he (Morgoth) died, his Spirit would flee to this other world. They stepped through the rift and disappeared into nothingness.

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They landed in the dark shadows of the new land. Around them everything was dust and sand. Mountains rose in the distance, but in the other direction lay towns and cities. Silently on the breath of the wind they made there way towards the town. The dragon Methlè, flew up ahead. She spotted many towns but one In particular caught her attention. ***Near to a Mountain*** thought she ***Good, Good***. She flew back and told the wraith of this. He was pleased; they went towards these mountains called the spine. They brought terror as a fear hidden in shadow to the villages they passed, and death to any they met, some disappeared entirely. No doubt followers of this darkness. The balrog Margoz, found a deep crevice, with a maze of caves. There they stayed and there darkness spread out across the land. Someone soon would notice something was amiss.

[??? (To be decided)]

And someone soon did….
Far away at the other side of the land…this land which Morgoths advance scout group had entered to destroy, kill, maim and conquer, three powerful groups with vast and powerful armies at their own disposal, where learning about this new treat…in their own ways.

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[ONE],
The brutal king and ruler of the known lands of Alagaesia…Argnor Galbatorix was sitting on his throne, when a messenger suddenly ran into the throne room, through himself before the king and shouted:

“Sire, Sire”,”come quickly…we are under attack…”
The king became very alert and answered with..” THE VARDEN?”
The messenger, startled by the kings loud voice answered in a frightened voice…”We aren’t sure sire, it could be though”

Thinking for a minute the king makes up his mind….turning to another messenger near by he says” YOU…”
“Yes Sire” says the other messenger bowing to the king.
“GET ME MY GENERALS AND CAPTAINS OVER HERE,ASAP…GO!” he shouts
“Yes Sire” answered the messenger and of he ran.
The king turned back towards the other messenger and said..”Anything else you wish to add?”
“Er no Sire only that they seem to bring fear with them wherever they go”
***Interesting*** thinks the king but answers with:
“In that case, good bye”
The messenger thinking that he had been given leave to go starts to get up.
At that direct moment a flash of red erupts from the kings hand and strikes the messenger in his chest.
The messenger falls to the ground and the king starts to laugh.
“That’s for bringing me bad news”…”Twice” he says then he waits for his captains and Generals to come.
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[TWO)

At the other end of the land, hidden away inside a mountain range a totally different group of people, known as the Varden where accepting the news …in a different way.

Just a few minutes ago a few villages of refugees had been found making their ways through the Beor mountain range. One of these villages was now speaking to three different people…two of them leaders, one a rider.
One, a Woman with the name of Nasuada, leader of the Varden, a second person, a dwarf, king of the mountains, the other a powerful individual with the name of Eragon, a rider, with a dragon beside him.

“So you mean to tell me, that you saw an army of, Demons, wraiths and other foul creatures destroying your village..even a dragon” the one called Nasuada asks.
“Yes , that’s what I’m saying, and I’m very sure that they are not from one of Galbatorixs armies” answers the villager.
“I’d even go as far as saying that they don’t belong to this world”
At the word of dragon, Saphira, Eragons dragon looks up with interest…but stays quiet…preferring to listen at this time, rather to ask questions.

Eragon however was interested in the part which involved the other world
“What do you mean…other world” he asks with interest.

Turning to face the rider the villager answers with“ Oh most gracious rider…I wish I could say…but alas , I don’t know any more then what I have already told you…”
“ All I know is that creatures who consist mainly out of fire and which bring fear wirh each others where ever they go…well...its as if they were from another world. “ he Villager says bowing to Eragon.

Nasuda looks at Eragon and motions him to follow her out of the room…while at the same time thanking the villager for the news.

As soon as they were safely out of the room, Nasuada starts to speak…
“Eragon, this is serious news”
“Indeed” says Eragon
“Eragon…I wish you to go and speak with the Elders..asap, ”Nasuada says.
This took Eragon by surprise.
“Oh please, I am your liege lord…did you expect that I wouldn’t find out eventually…I know that he has asked you to join them” she says in a bitter voice.

Eragon just nods…”What do you wish me to do..or say” he asks.
“Just tell them that you have changed your mind and that your now willing to join their ranks…we need someone in their midst who can tell us what is happening…anything at all ...if this is another one of their secret plans I ..we…really need to know”
"Oh and while your at it..warn our allies the elves" she says in a quiet voice.

“Alright, Ill leave as soon as I can” says Eragon, and with a twirl of his robes he leaves the room.

Nasuada turns to go back into the room, she had a lot to discuss with the dwarfen king…and not just the king…but also the other Varden and Dwarfen lords...it was going to be a long..long day!

[Maenya Vanyali-Seithr]

The wraith watched as his masters army grew in size under the mountains. Occasionally he would send his raiding parties out to the surrounding villages. After a time he got news of a King of tis land, not as cruel or monstrous as his own master but almost. He called a host of his fieriest orcs, trolls and of course the dragon and set out in a dark shadow, following behind came a Balrog striking fear into all the tried to follow. The men the wraith had sucked into his army followed, looting and stealing. Eventually they came to the gates of the great city where the king dwelt. The wraith rose forward on the black horse. 'Open the gates in the name of Morgoth' his voice though spoken struck loudly in the hearts of the men that held the gates. 'We wish to speak to your king'.

Methlè the dragon rose above the walls the sun shinning on her blood red scales. The balrog drew his fiery whip and sword and they waited. They would wait until the gates opened or the King came or until the wraith got impatient and broke the gates down. The goblins and orcs jeered at the men who were brave enough to peer over the edge. 'Come' said the wraith 'Open the gates, if you do not death will be too good for you, it is torture and death to stand up to Morgoth ruler of Middle Earth'