Senqwa still sat in the boat that they had come in. she was still tied up. " shamira is going to kill me. or punish me greatly." she said quietly to herself. she huged her knees. she heard the battle growing quiet. she looked around and saw Shamira walking her way.

Shamíra turned towards the boat, her eyes flashing dangerously at the sight of Senqwa.
"Turned soft, have we?" she leapt from Hiruk's back, her sword in hand. She glanced at two orcs to her left. She summoned them in their foul tongue, and had them guard Senqwa.
"Pray that the Dark Lord will have mercy on you. Although I can make no guarantees..." she smiled cruelly, and strolled off.

(Thanks Lady_Raelyn and that was a wonderful post Mil.)



A cruel smile twisted Amarthiel's lips and her lavender eyes glistened with glee as she saw the solider and young child slain, her respect for Shamíra intensifying. At last, one who understands mercy is for the weak, she thought as Shamíra sauntered up to her, giving her temporary command. "Consider it done." she replied, her blood racing with anticipation of the hunt. How she loved hearing the cry of the wounded, the desperate wails of the ones left to bury the dead. Yet there will be none left this time. The city would run rivers of blood and nothing but shadows would tarry within the silver walls of the city.
A brisk wind picked up, swirling her long raven hair about her as a small company of orcs approached.
"What is thy desire?" the orc captain inquired.
Amarthiel raised her head, her steel eyes flashing. "The reign of Men is over." she remarked. "Hunt down the stragglers. Slay all in your path." she ordered.
A sinister cackle enveloped the air as the orcs howled in glee. With that Amarthiel strode forward, orcs flanked on both her sides. With a flick of her wrist she unleashed the army of darkness to overtake the warriors within the city.

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Senqwa shook with fear as Shamira spoke to her. Senqwa had to prove that she was still worthy to fight with the dark lord. even though she knew that she didn't want to. " i can only help the men of gondor if i am still alive." she thought to herself. Senqwa stood up and yelled back to shamira. " i will prove my lolety(sp?) to the dark lord if you let me." she made herself look and sound evil.

(The same to you! Are you a writer? If not, you should consider it ^_^)

Shamíra smiled. "I am confident in my choice." She turned back towards the boats, and watched Osgiliath disappear into the distance. The wind blew a dark mist between the boat and shore, eliminating all view. She turned her eyes back to the bound form of Senqwa. "I shall let the Dark Lord decide what to do with you. You must prove your loyalty to him, not to me."
Upon arriving at the shore, she galloped back towards Mordor, and the Dark Tower. When she arrived, she knelt low.
"My Lord." she said.
What is it? He asked.
"I have found one worthy of promotion."
Amarthiel, is it not?
"Aye, my lord."
Have it done, and quickly. We shall need talents such as hers.
"It shall be done, my lord." She paused. "There is one more matter, my lord."
The betrayers Senqwa and Xoroku?
"Aye." she replied.
Leave them to me.
She nodded, and with that, Shamíra hurried out of the Dark Tower, and then turned towards Isengard.

the orcs who were gaurding senqwa took her to a holding cell to await the dark lord.

Senqwa. the Dark Lord thundered. Word has reached me of your unfaithfulness. This shall not be tolerated. Were you any less of a warrior, I would have you slain immediately. Be forewarned, if this occurs once more, there shall be dire consequences.

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Shamíra had returned to Osgiliath within three days, bringing four thousand Uruks of Isengard with her to secure Osgiliath.
"How went things in my absence?" inquired Shamíra of Amarthiel.

(Thanks Mil, the same goes to you as well. It's great to RP with you again-I'm Raina from GW.)

A Ranger charged at Amarthiel as she strode through the city, his sword drawn. "You slew my younger brother. His death shall be avenged when I take your head and mount it on the city gate."
"Brave words, but in the end, that's all they will ever be." she whispered, her voice tinted with malice; her eyes shining with the anticipation of another kill. Yes, that's it. Come into my clutches mortal. Let's see how long you can resist the Dark Fire. With that she swiftly drew her twin daggers and parried his blow. In a fluid motion, she kicked him in the legs, causing the ranger to lose his footing and she easily pinned him to the ground. "Funny, this is how your brother looked ere I slew him." she said coolly, a twisted smile forming on her lips.
"You animal!" he shouted as he threw her off, and rushed to reach his sword. Amarthiel recovered her feet at once, her rage burning more intensely. She quickly parried his quick thrust and then seeing an opening, she slashed at his neck with her other dagger, beheading the ranger in an instant. Blood spattered upon her dark tunic as the soldier’s head rolled at the feet of an orc. "Mount it." she ordered. "Let all Arda know that is the price of treason against Mordor."
"With pleasure" the orc cackled as he picked up the trophy.
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Amarthiel smiled as Shamíra approached. "Look for yourself." she replied, pointing at the dozens of men the orcs had massacred. "Yet, there is more to be done." she said as a slow smile twisted her lips. "Much more knifework that I look forward to."

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(Ah I thought so! ^_^ Still, you should consider being a writer Raina...Elenriel ^_^)
Shamíra smiled twistedly at the red blood that seeped into the ground. "Ah...'tis good to return. How were these foul creatures in my absence? They did not cause too much trouble?" she inquired of Amarthiel.

(EDIT: Wait...hold up...your banner says you're my aunt! I have so many relatives I didn't know about...*sighs*)

(so did he let senqwa go?)

"Nothing that could not be dealt with." Amarthiel replied. "I take it these are our reinforcements?" she asked as she caught sight of the Uruks, a smile of approval on her lips. She could hear the cries of the women and children, could picture the silent abodes devoid of all life, and her twisted heart beamed with delight at the carnage of what was to come.

(You are talented yourself Mil. Anyway, you are Haldir's sister and the daughter of Pan right? Since I am Pan's sister, I believe that would make me your aunt. *Sigh* But I know what you mean, I lost track of all my relatives long ago...)

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(did he let me go or not???????)

(I'm pretty sure he let you go, but it may be best to check with Mil)

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(yeah. )

(I just wanted to say you created an interesting character and are a good rper too, Lady_Raelyn. Your posts are short but effective. And SwedishMoose, Captain Faramir, Aramel Elyanwë and Anduril Vanlhach, I liked reading your posts and character bios (for the OC ones anyway)-and of course I like your character Mil. I think we have an interesting story going on here...

Anyway back to a more focused RP question: Does anyone have any idea in what direction we want to steer the story in?)

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I believe I do...sorry I was away for so long, Raelyn. Yes, he let you go. ^_^ Yes, this is going very well! (In response to Elenriel: Before I left, I was Pan's daughter, and Haldir's sister. I am still Haldir's sister, so I assume I would still be Pan's daughter...)

"Good." Shamíra said, glancing at the hacked and ruined bodies. "A correct assumption. They will serve us...and well. I've Saruman's word upon it. Should his words prove to be lies...well, I am sure Lord Sauron shall deal with him accordingly should that occur." she smiled maliciously. "Now then. I beleive an attack is in order. If you would so kindly prepare these louts for an assault."
"General Shamíra!" called one, rushing towards her.
She turned her head in his direction. "What do you want?" she demanded coldly.
"A party of men riding this way, General! Lots of them!"
She cursed again. "In that case, prepare these louts to reinforce." she said, hurrying past Amarthiel and to the wall. She watched as a party rode across the Field of Pelennor. She smiled wickedly. "Oh how the foolish will fall."