10/07/2019 11:17 PM 

Moira Part 1 FOS



   There is blood on the steps, blood on the walls and the shattered remains of the mortal's swords to some extend you could see no dead bodies nor bones, going through her mind Merrill imagined the people who had been travelling in this city, what was left from the great blows, for those who build their homes. Cautiously steeped down, kneeling to grasp the dried fragments held the sword sucking it, she could hear the screams and tried to fight the view while reading in the bloody texture what she could do to see more. Gasped tasting the blood her mouth, vigilant for what might come to arrest her, a dangerous flavour as shocks cushioning great blows. Blows of blood, could perceive the layers of wars and cuts. At the edge of the swords, "Good souls on both sides but whom had the heart in their hand?"  Questioned. 

  Ghostly Guards surged up in front of her in a sudden impact, afraid, she could hear more shouting and despite all of them being dead, she was intrigued, curious, raising up on her both feet nodded to the Ghostly Guards. She could not care what they did to her, after all being a Mage confronts you with elements and over protections, resisting all efforts lifted her chin and nose, showing them her the thin holes of her nostrils, they could watch she is alive.The blood in the floor seemed to be marked by the ages, by some ritual, it was slippery as if it was yesterday, they are still in front of her with regal armours of a condescending insignia, Daisy watched numbly to detect their precedence, any symbols but the bodies from each remind her of the Tal Vashoth.  

 Mages are tolerated by them, but they are still aware with superstitions, since Mages lack proper training, conditioning and this for can be unreliable to those around them, free spirits. They would keep some Mage or another leashed if they are in their company, but the Tal Vashoth knew that while being dead, only a Mage could help them in the living world. 

 The Tal-Vashoth are Qunari, it happened long ago when no rune could help after they abandoned the Qun. They are not specific to race, and thus former Qunari dwarves, humans and elves can become Tal-Vashoth, meaning "true grey."

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   They had already been dead, they slowly turned their heads as the pathways of their psyches, souls transcended into remembering the realm were eternity could stop, their souls suffered the consequences, without forgiveness or letting go, they could not move from the realm of the ghosts, her hands stained in blood. Her lips wide with grieve, perhaps sensing the alone times without the shares of the world, what the flesh communicates, the appetite, no desires, but resentment a bloody, like ghosts, a blur in the sky, they are no one to anyone. 

  Daisy wished them to feel her body, she whispered in ancient tongue with her hands folded over her chest, the Guardian Ghost could spirit her thorax, the last time she breathed pleasures and the first time she had seen a male naked. Preaching magic in their tongue. She was not entirely clear what motivated the Qunari to reject the Qun, but they G U A R D     B O TH, with a great inevitable fury. 

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   She perfectly knew that they had to move towards her as she was humbled by sensing their territory, but she was first, now she also guarded both, the dying and the living, a little silly and joking, a bit naive, but as she ascended the view into their movement their very step followed by an echoed soft murmur, Daisy calmed as she found the voice they were guarding.

  What ever Daisy did that night, the Ghosts freed, but she is a young Mage and probably didn't send them to another plain, they held each other wordlessly, their eyes closed removing their souls from those lands they moved away, further...

(to be continued, I'm still writing on it.)

So Id ask FOS if it fits to the story, Im in Rohan asking for help, any changes.
Mistery clues?

What happened?
What did I do to free them? Or who did it?
Dont ask me that, but if you do, upsy dups! I will have to reply with some others who'd like to be there.
Or simply find more clues to solve this Ghosty apocalypses!!! Ahhhh! 

I think I need profetionals to aid the situation, could change the names and there was no land or main city being named... was wondering from the FOS post. 

06/04/2019 11:16 PM 

Shadow in the East, another part of the story. Start again.

This first part is being taken From FOS
Introduction from Shadows in the East

And so it was that with the dawning of the Age of Men, peace came unto Middle Earth.
And as time began to slowly trickle by, Middle Earths people began to relax.
They began to take pleasure in their new found peace... They began to feel safe and they began to cast aside their thoughts of fear
They forgot about the second prophecy of Mandos..
They forgot about the Dagor Dagorath!

"Thus spoke Mandos in prophecy, when the Valar sat in judgement in Valinor and the rumour of his word was whispered among all the Elves of the West. When the world is old and the Powers have grown weary, Morgoth, the Black Foe of the World, seeing that the guard sleepeth, shall come back through the Door of the Night out of the Timeless Void; and all shall be darkness, for the sun he will turn to black, and the moon will no longer shed his light.."
(1937 manuscript of the Quenta Silmarillion)

They forgot about the two missing Blue Wizards that has travelled East, as was their Quest within the second Age.
Long had they believed, the Wizards had perished! Failed upon their Quests..
And they forgot about the power, the Wizards wielded!

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  For a moment my fingers were leaping and pulsing of urging demand to pocket the parchment back in my pocket, felt the jutting of my heart through the thin material of my skin. 

  Im a mage, it not a wizard a mage, anyone can call me a witch or wizard if they like, after arriving to this place, eyes watching me, they could all see the dirt of my high mighty feet, a bit carless for the royal medals and ornaments my clothing marked as symbols of battle. No one could even begin to come up to the standards to be represented in Middle Earth, they might see a traveller, a channeller or a herald, a sob broke broke after my appearance, this elves had penetrating eyes who bypassed the frontiers of my soul.

  "Im no foe" The silence broke. 

  With a bow down to my knee, steeped down on my knee towards the King of Elves Thranduil, giving him the trust to chop my head if he must. 

  "Why can't you see whom am I and was, to let you see me?" 

  Murmured while I held equilibrium to the floor with my hand, that spear of mine hanging on my back was a bit huge and it made me nerves to present my power in service before the authority. Herd his sighting breath, he might be raising his head over me by now, this bowing thing seem as long as the scenario gathered all this, smiled to myself as I begin to trace back the journey who broad me. 

  "I'm actually a no one Sir from no land or realm. But I do know how to make pacts of blood with the very devils and anyone who might come across if does not give in to fight"

 The trust was swollen, throbbing for me to stop talking before he ever asked me again to do so, thrust my hand over my back to hold my spare. It was a long trip, so I used it a walking stick to help me stand up again. After seeing all this power around, any false movement, my sweat dripped onto the ground, rolling down my cheeks like tears, like a stranger who had once believed in the power of the elves and magic. Standing up, stepped back with reverence, nodding to the ones present. 

  "I know what the two Blue Wizards wilded, the war would eat them up, names that would be honoured all this many years. Their fame would have besmirched the memory of the stones so they hidden them and vanished themselves. The Darkness Slayer and the East Helper, had many Wizards as well who helped unnumbered the West. They were not heard in West of Mordor ever again. But the door of night, the black door has a Fighting scene who repeats as a maleficent chant of a ghost to become reality. They had not collapse with the destruction of the one ring in a spiritual level." 

  Would be plenty reluctant to go on, but I had to end my part.

  "This stones must be found, their edges were sharpened and wilded around in the base for prevalence, each has been invented for a different mission, every century a new breakage rampages out through the lands of shadows"

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