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A single hand appears on the edge of the door way to the Chamber. IT is followed by a head slowly peering past it and into the room.Fear can be the only expresion on it's face. The head belongs to Giest, a Raven scout of Isengard, and one of Gundhosh's most loyal patrons, even though Gundhosh may not be aware of it. IT is only his second time here and that make it no easier on him. Giest moves a bit farther into the doorway, now showing his whole body. It is quivering so much with fear that it is visible to any who look at him from almost and plain of sight.
Upon the huge throne sits the Beast. It's huge and hideous black body is lined in fire, eyes are ablaze and a whip of many thongs rests in its bent and blackened claws. Black shadows lurk behind the throne but fires provide for a flickerlign light in the Lair. The Balrog sniffs the air, a new smell is brought to the beasts senses. Is there an Uruk in the lair?! She peers her eyes and looks towards the entrance...
Mordamaz grunts lowly to herself and scanning the lair, she eyes the movement in the doorway. Flames flare up and shadows start the wild dance with the walls and ceiling of the caves. She waits egerly for the person to eitehr flee or step closer, terror and horrid is in the air...
Giest only feels his fear get worse as the beast now learns of his presence. Swallowing his breath, he takes a few steps closer to the beast, not wanting to turn back on his mission. The sweat beads begin to amount on his forehead and forearms as before. He blinks his eyes rapidly, hoping to keep them moist in this intense heat. He takes another step, slilently hoping not to make a sound. And there he stands quivering, a rather pathetic sight to see a Uruk-Hai doing this and would be laughed at if it were in any other situation.
Giest looks up at the beast, still many feet away, He holds on to the rabbit skin pouch tightly with his left hand. The sweat from his forearms beads up and trails down his arm hitting the bag and leaving a trail on it that resmebles viens. The quickly fade and give the bag a rather wicked look. He takes yet another step, slowly and silently and stops again. He will move no further until he is recognizes by the fire beast. Swallowing one last time, he feels his heart beat as if there was no tomorrow.
-Very- low, meanancing and hateful laughter erupts from the far end, where the Balrog rests upon it's throne. Her blazing red eyes have not left the Uruk since he entered the lair and finally as he steps closer she recognizes him as Gundhosh's companion. Finally, seeing him stop she rises the whip, points with it towards the Uruk-hai and snaps, a voice that is low, yet hateful and ripped apart, as if the beast has control of spoken language. "Step closer Snaga, speak your errand or die where you stand! once the words are spoken she lower her whip again and waits...
The heat is terrible and dry in the lair. Flames flare up from the fissures and play a mad dance with the threatening dark shadows. Terror and hate is the only feeling that can be felt in the presence of this creature..
Giest is now more scared than he has ever been in is entire meager life. He swwwallos his breath again and wipes the sweat from his brow quickly. Blinking his eyes rapidly again, to keep them moist, he attmpts to speak, but all that comes out is a sputter until he regains his composure and attempts again, "I am...am.. Giest... me...m...me... bring dis from Gund...hosh...." HE holds up the leather pouch and drops of sweat can visibly be seen falling off his arm as he does so. He then speaks again, "He..send me..me here...to give...give it t....t...to you." He then takes a few quick and nervous breaths.
The pouch is made from rabbit skin, tanned to a light brown hue. It is sewn at the top by light red type of thread, most likely a fabric from some human cloth found months back. On it's side is a cirlce with a Raven inside of it. And on top of that emble is a lighting bolt.
Mordamaz hisses, a sounds that would be expected from a huge dedly cat, but not from such a beast. She glares at the leather pouch and ponders for few seconds on the errand and what Gundhosh might have thought important enought to send down into the deepts of the Black Pit - she recognizes the embels quickly. A small evil grin is born on the beast's face as she sees the fear and the terror that the Uruk has -- feelings of terror that she feeds on. Grabbing up the whip, she quickly aims and slashes, the master of the deadly weapon the Balrog is, the pouch is snapped out of the Uruk's hands and lands right in front of the Balrog's throne. A short snarl is heard and the beast speaks again, "Open it, Snaga!
Giest must shake his head very quickly from side to side in order to regain himself. He is awestruck by the near hit of the whip and how utterly close it came to hitting him. He quickly swallows his breath again and runs over to the ouch, breathing heavily and nervously. Sweat drips from his forehead as he has some trouble opening it. Finally he breaks a section of the string and pulls it out of the weave, letting the pouch lay open at his knees.
Mordamaz watches silently as Giest follow's her orders and waits impatiently, fingering the whip, while he opens it up and shows what has been hidden inside of the pouch...
Mordamaz glares down and sees that the inside of the pouch has marks or letters burned or written with blood of the inside of the leather..but there is nothing that the pouch is holding. Again the whip whines in the air, a sound of utter terror! And again, the Balrog masters the weapon as it would be an extension of her very own arm. The Leather is tossed up with the snake hissing sound of the whip and the leather lands in the lap of the Balrog this time. Having placed the Uruk where she wanted him....on his knees in front of her, she pays no attention to him at this time but grabs the small leather into her claws and stares at it..
Giest has to shakes his head vielntly again to regain himself. He stays on hsi knees, motinless except for the drops of sweat that fall off his brow and forearms. His heart stll beats rapidly and his quivering has subsided a bit to that of a shiver. HE know not what to do so he sits, and waits, for dismisal of firther directions.
The letter is written on leather, sealed by sowing the edge shut. A cicle, with a raven and lightning bolt in the center, is carved into the surface. Once opened it will read:
Mighty fiery demon that dwells in the bowels of the mountains. I am your loyal servant. I give this to you for the many blessings you have given me. I give you this Hai. He is completely loyal to my cause, and I give him to you. He is a brave warrior, may he have a warriors death.
Raven Chieftain of the South
Mordamaz cackles lowly and eyes the Uruk again; stares at him with emitting waves of hate and terror towards him. She throws the remains of the leather pouch down onto the floor again and speaks with in the same low voice as before, stuttering and grunting between words. "You iz mine, Snaga! That is the sacrifice! she waits for the reactions - enjoying the agony of the Uruk.
Mordamaz fingers the whip slowly, flames licking her claws as she does while watching the agony and the fear of the helpless uruk
Nothing but sheer terror can be said to describe the moment to the Uruk. He came here on a mission from his chieftan whom he looked up to with the highest esteem, and now this. Has he done something wrong, did he anger him...what has went wrong. Quickly he looks about the room, still on his knees in from odf the crature, but he does not move. Instead he stays, hanging his head. A drop of water falls from his eye, but it is not sweat. This is a single teardrop, the only one to ever fall from the Uruk's face. It falls, almost in slow motion, to the floor and splats. A million things run through his mind, and then it all stops on one day, not to far from the Morodor camp. HE remembers his vow to the captian to do wahtever he needs of him. And Giest remembers that he pledge his loyalty to his commander no matter what happens. So he looks up at the beast, now completely still and at rest, "Do with me as yu wish...b...beast..."
As those words have been spoke by the uruk, a low and terrifying laughter can be heard from the Beast. The firers flare up in greed and the shadows retreat for a moment, and all the magnificient backwards beauty of the Lair can be seen for a short time. The eyes or the beast gleam with hate and greed as she stares down on the Uruk-hai, the sacrifice who will now give his life for his master. The voice can be heard once again speaking out, low and soft this time -- almost tender --, "Great is the gift yet greater is your loyalty. The white one is a proud one to bring one this brave for the Master of Fire! You hall be given to the only true one, the Fire!
Once the Balrog has spoken those words, she rises up her arm and holds the palm out and down, as if she would be blessing over the head of the kneeling uruk. A brigh spot can be seen inside of the palm if looked. The Beast eyes are locked on the Uruk-Hai - summoning the power from him, and taking his spirit to herself. The bright spot in the palm of the hand grows bigger and bigger -- brighter and brighter, until all of a sudden, a great sound of thunder is heard, the very earth shakes for a short moment and a flash of great lighting shoots from the Balrogs hand and lands on the head of the Uruk-hai...
Giest feels what he belives is his souls draing from his body. He has never felt such a sensation. His head begins to blur and he feels less and less of his body as seconds pass. With the last few breaths of his life he speaks softly, knowing that the best can hear him, "And may I rest in peace in the woods that I loved so dear to my heart." He the folds over forward and lays limp on the ground. One last breath escapes his mouth and that is the last that Giest will see of the light of day or the dark of night.
Mordamaz inhales deeply as the deed is done, feeling fresh and 'fed' with the new power of life she grasped up from the dying uruk. She mutters few words, un-comprehensable to anyone but the old of her kin, the Valarauko's of Morgoth. She snaps an order as she feels the death has taken the Uruk-hai away and from the darkest shadows of the lair, two trolls step forwards and grab up the body to remove it from the sight of the Beast...
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