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On Mars:

Melkor walked apon the surface of Mars, when he suddenly stopped and looked up and felt something he had not felt for a long while, fear. He felt Them moving. They were no longer in West, but were moving toward him. They knew he was on Mars, he had to get off Mars, he had to hide. He had to go home, yes, home! He could hide there. He could go deep down to his throne room, and hide in there. They couldn't get past his hordes. No, they could never get past them. He would go there now, go home, be safe there...

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Days later in Arda:

A dark sky loomed above as the Silmaril made a cloaked landing inside the borders of Arda. 16 left the ship, none remaining to guard over it. The Valar and the Mortals broke paths, the Valar making haste towards the throne-room of the Morgoth, the Mortals journey will be chronicled in full, as none of the Valar left any record of their journey below the soil of Arda. Perhaps in the fullness of time their story will become known, but that fullness is not yet upon us.

Samah lead his crew to a cave in the nearby hills, his steps seemed to be preordained. The sky of Arda was a brooding sight, the last view of the sky lingered as they creped below the surface.

They traveled for a day and a night's time under the surface, dodging patrols of every manner of forces that Melkor had under his domain. Then they came to their target, a single computer console guarded by Orcs, with a single human monitoring it.

From behind a rock's protrusion in the wall, Samah spoke to his men.

“Over there is one of the computer consoles that controls the launch systems for the Melkorian MAD plan. What I need is one minute alone with the console, then it should be disabled for a long enough time.

“I do not wish to ask this of any of you, but I need a distraction I cannot provide. I will not send you to your deaths, this is volunteer only.”

“Respectfully sir, the second we set foot here we were dead men, living on borrowed time. Our time is now going to be lent to you. Come on lads, let's fight one for DNS.”

“Thank you,” whispered Samah as he crew crept away. It was the last time he saw them.

A few minutes later he saw the Orc guards running, screaming a wordless battle cry. Samah closed his eyes for a moment of pain and loss, then moved on and quietly ran to the console. He sneaks up behind the human, and quietly kills him with his sword.

He dropped the device behind the console, and watched it's indicator light slowly turn from red to green.

This released Omega.

<Run: Omega.AI >
O>Lets see, no internal security? Idiots relying on physical security... sigh.
<Run: L0ph7 Cr4(k = int_access_codes>
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<Done>
O>Melkor's birthday backwards? Yeash, who set this up? An Orc?
<Change int_access_codes'>
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<Done>
O> Now, for the fun part.
<Fork Omega.AI, Transfer Forks>
O^5000>Now to do it again. Muhaa.


Samah ran, fleeing the thoughts of the Orcs behind him. He hid under a stairwell in the complex, and began wondering how the hell he was going to be getting out of this one.

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At the same time:

The crew lurked to a dead end, then they called the Orcs to them. A horde approached. The Orcs rushed them, the odds were a hundred to one.

But the Mortals had something the Orcs didn't. They knew they were dead already, and that every Orc they sent to death before them was only icing on the cake. They fought, not as mere Mortals governed by flesh, blood and emotions but as demons possessed. Each accounted for at least 10 Orcs before they fell. But soon their number was reduced to one.

The Orcs halted in their advance, sneering at the lone Man. They circled him slowly, waiting their chance.

The Man took a deep breath, and held his sword before him. “Though I will fall, my name is my own, my life mine to give, and my sword sharp as it need be. DIE FOUL ORCS, WALK NO LONGER AMONG MY KIN!” he bellowed. The nearest Orcs flinched back from him as he rushed them, slaying a triple dozen before the thrown dagger of a Orc slowed him, and the foul blade of an Orc pierced his skull.

He fell, the last of the crew, who did give their lives to save the people of nations not their own. They are the true Heroes of this tale, the ones that believed in life so strongly as to hold other's above their own. For them and the ones like them; evil will fall before them, and they will be the candle in the darkness that clears the path for the ones behind them to follow.

The surviving Orcs looked upon the carnage of the battle and walked over it, back to their posts. Little did they know that they had failed in their most important task.

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7 days later:


Samah ran through the warrens of the earth. Normally he liked running, did it for sport in High School, got a few metals, and still did it for recreation. Of course, he really didn't like running with a thousand Orcs behind him, but the ups have their downs. The easiest part had been the uploading of the AI/virus. The pass codes to the nuclear launchers were all changed, and until they got rid of the AI, would be changing every few seconds. And to get rid of the AI, they would probably need to EMP every hard drive and RAM chip in the system. He'd hid afterward, until a arguing Orc had been thrown next to his hiding spot. After that it was a lot of running down collapsing mines shafts toward the epicenter of the conflict. As he got closer he noticed that there was a awful lot of sunlight peaking through some small holes in the ceiling for him to be hundreds of meters under the surface. But one with Melkor's Orcish hordes on his heels didn't really have a lot of time to think.

Then ahead was a doorway. A crack ran through the center of it's ironwood frame, and the stones surrounding it were dusty and crumbling. Samah rushed through the door, and slammed it behind him. His back to the door, he looked upon a sight rarely seen, a battle of the gods. The energy in the room seemed to suffocate him, but the sun shone a lonely ray of light down into the room. It gave him a sense of... hope. He had been underground for days, and the cave-dweller attitude had infected him. Not that it was much different from the DNS ships he had grown up on... but something wasn't the same. The walls of the tunnels seemed so much more oppressing than the hallways of DNS-1. But this was not the time for reminiscing.

The Orcs raged against the doors, Samah could barely keep them closed against the Orcish hoards trying to get in to save their master. Not that he necessarily needed saving.

In the center of the room Melkor was battling against the Valar and he matched them blow for blow. His long stay in the realms of Man and Elf had only increased his great powers. (Tolkien must have believed the power=corruption theory) They had reached an impasse, both sides were of equal power, and they had fought themselves into a stalemate. Their battle raged for days, neither side giving the other a toe-hold. At last, a stalemate between the Gods.

But it was not a stalemate without cost, the sun's light shined through the area that used to be the ceiling of the cavern. Waves of power had shattered the stones in the wall, and collapsed the tunnels leading to all the doors but the one Samah held fast. High above on the surface venturesome Orcs stared down the lips of the crater that now sloped down to the thrown room, but there was to much fear in their hearts to slide down the fathoms deep hole to save their master. Tulkas had been knocked into a pillar, now dust, and had yet to rise from his stunned state. A bit of belated revenge from the dark god.

Melkor parried a thrust from Manwë, and in doing so put his back to the door, and to Samah. Something seemed to empty Samah's mind of his thoughts, and he suddenly stopped forcing the doors closed against the Orcish hoards, those brave/foolhardy enough to challenge the Valar to save their leader, letting them fling open the door. He jumped, putting his feet on the handle and letting the momentum of the door hurl him forward, flying through the air, sword in hand, screaming his battle cry. The cover on the Silmaril fell of, letting the pure light of the jewel shine down the length of sword as it sunk itself into the gap between the backplate and helm of Melkor's armor. The Silmaril let out a light so strong, so pure, so white that it drowned out everything else in the room.

The Silmaril(ship) carried the Valar upon it's back, it's flight breaking the boundaries of FTL by the power of Manwë and the Valar. The Silmaril(gem) shone brightly, and was joined by it's fellows as it left the atmosphere of earth.

Then the white surrendered to the blackness of space. The event horizon of a black hole filled the eyes of Samah, until his eyes erupted, flinging themselves into the Void. He was now blind, but lucky enough not to have any air in his lungs. As he started to black out, he felt the Valar speak, and then the heat from 3 lights upon his skin. They soon were tossed into the black hole on the back of the ship whose namesake was them, one of them stuck into the back of Melkor, the Morgoth.

Suddenly heat and air again pressed on him, one of the Valar had saved him from a nasty grave among the stars. Another mind's voice seemed to fill his head, that of Manwë;

“Peredhil (half-elf) , tell your peoples what I tell you now. Melkor the Morgoth is locked in the Black Star for the time being. If he ever gets out the Silmarils will be released, along with the one merged with your sword. That one will seek out you or your descendants, the others will go back to their old places under the Sea and in the Earth. The Black comes to retrieve you now, go quickly to the Lady known as Nerdanel(AKA Sirithril), and tell her all that she will need to know. Farewell small Peredhil, and good fortune. I hope that we will not need to meet again.”

Samah blacked out, and was carried a safe distance away by the Valar.

He awoke to find that he was being operated on by a robotic arm.

A<Vessel damage fixed, moving onto eyes>
C<Scans show nothing left, replacement only option>
B<Retract lids>

In a painful burst of light Samah saw again, but it was not the sight he was used to. His eyes showed him the power conduits, the internal structure of the arms operating on him. He cried out in pain.

B<Subject is awake, scans showing something in eye sockets>
A<Odd, light sensor picking off a diffuse glow from eye sockets>
C<There appears to be orbs of a glowing nature replacing his eyes... they show up only on visual scans>
A,B,C<Call Bill>

Bill Peters, The Black, entered the sickbay, noticing his charge was awake and sitting on the operating bed. His eyes were pure white, and glowing slightly. There was also a hint of a mist coming out of the outer corners.

“They were granted to me by Aulë, you have no need to be worried. We need to get to lady Sirithil's current position as soon as possible,” said Samah as Bill entered the room.

“You tell me not to worry, then you tell me to take us to Siri? Are you sure that you got those in the right order?” replied Bill as he activated the console next to him.

“They will let us through. Sirithil will need to know what I have to tell her,” Samah said as he lay down and went back to sleep. His right arm still felt a tingeing from where it had slid his sword into The Morgoth's back. Some form of energy had escaped along the blade of the sword, and his arm would never feel the same afterward. A stain on his hand was the only bit of Melkor outside the black hole. His blood now permanently stained Samah's hand, a reminder of the quest he had gone through. “How long was I out?”

“Reports have you being in space for about a month, but if we're correct it only seemed like an few minutes to you. Time-dilation with the hole and all. The battle with Melkor raged for about a week, according to our monitoring station. You done good kid.

“We moved the DNSs into a HVC (High-Velocity Cloud: mysterious clumps of hydrogen, up to 10 million times the mass of the sun and 10,000 light-years across, moving rapidly through the outer regions of the galaxy[sciam.com]) until we get some kind of reaction from Arda. Odds are we're gonna have to keep them there for a few months. At least the gas is providing them with all the energy they need to sustain themselves. They're pretty well cloaked in there, along with most of the fleet. Only the SLF(Small, Light, Fast) ships are still in contact with the outside universe.

“I gave the Valar a lift home while your were being operated on, they left a letter for you to read after you were awake, I'll retrieve it for you after you've slept.

“I need to go report back to command, you rest now.”

The real Apparition slid through the cosmos, carrying it's few charges back to Earth. It engaged it's cloaking systems as it neared the planet.

Samah soon woke again, a ancient-looking parchment next to him. It was covered in elvish runes, the kind usually found only on stone. He read over it, then read it again. The writing began to fade, until it disappeared from the page. Samah lay back in his bed, awash with the deep memory of the event just past him, and of it's effects on his mind and body.

None can go through a War of Wrath unchanged, it leaves it's marks on the Valar involved. Samah was the only mortal ever to be close to the epicenter of the War, and was certainly unique as the only mortal to end it. The letter told him what he was unsure of, and that was something for him to be very... interested in. Not scared, or even nervous, but interested. It was not a bad thing, nor was it a great thing, it was merely a thing for Samah to do with as he wished.

Melkor had bled upon him, and in the process, a tiny part of Melkor's knowledge and power had been passed to Samah. Not enough for Melkor to suffer any serious handicap, but enough to change Samah permanently. He was no longer truly a Peredhil, nor was he Maia. He was somewhere in between, somewhere in the shades of gray between the races of Men, Elf, and God. He retained the power of men to change the world with their too-much-butter-too-little-bread approach, but the power of the immortal races, with the too-little-butter-too-much-bread, still was awake in his blood. Awake in his blood also was the evil blood of Morgoth. It's evil would forever tempt him, try to bring him to the forces of evil in the universe.

He knew without knowing that he could travel back through the veil if he wished. He could forsake the mortal world that he lived in, forsake his friends and family, his country. Yet, something still called upon him to stay.

Samah sat in bed, his thoughts some level above what they used to be, but still orders of magnitude below even the lowliest Maia.

He was a creature apart from the rest of the races, a Changed. It is a rare occurrence that a new race is created out of a single member of an old one, rare enough that even the gods must pause in their path to take notice.

Samah never felt more alone in the universe. Even when he had been trapped in the warrens of Arda he had heard the sounds of the Valar fighting, and he knew them to be close by. Now he was the only member of a race. A touch of melancholy entered his system, he realized that no matter how many battles he now won, home was no longer the same for him. He lay back down in bed, and rested. There was little else to do but that. The audience with Sirithil would come in the fullness of time. Or in an hour and a half. Time was fickle about how full it was sometimes.

(Thanks to everyone that helped at one time or another with these posts. There were a lot of you. A special thank you to Melkor for allowing me to do this. Someday soon I'll write the Journey of the Valar, which will further explain everything left to vaugness here.)

(To the Nations of Arda, there will be people willing to sell the locations of the DNS-1, 2 for a price. I will await your retribution. My only request is that the DNS-1 survive the fight. And if you could leave the Apperition undetected so I can fulfill a promise to Siri, it would be appreciated.)

(This was posted late at night, I will edit later to fix any glaring errors that this is probably riddled with. I tried to get in touch with Melkor before this posting this, but he was smart and went to sleep. The thing at the top with Melkor probably isn't horribly true to the character that Tolkien created, but this Melkor has been though a very long time trapped in the stars, and would be loath to have that happen again.)

woah: #applaud#

[ooc: except that I never sleep...

DNS, I wasnt done with Melkor on Mars, I didn't know you'd be posting this right away... ]

DNS, I wasnt done with Melkor on Mars, I didn't know you'd be posting this right away... ]

OOC
Yeah you have a PM to respond to. :P (nag)

And hey this is a (tag) too. I'm so versatile.

OOC: *Claps* wouldn't the elves feel something this massive? Having the Valar return to Middle Earth would definatly cause the elves to sit up and take notice...

(NOTE: Middle Earth (IMHO) is really our dimentional Plane, the Grey Lands are another plane, and The Void is another)

(Hm, Sorry Melkor, but fluid time can go both ways. You can still have Melkor on Mars, we'll just say that this happens after your done with him there.)

OOC: *backs the hell out of this thread*

*tag*

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

/kick

combined kick/tag/applaudage

Does this really mean that melkor's gone (at least for a time), and that the Valar are once more active in the affairs of man? Or will they leave well enough alone again now that Melkor is, at least temporarily, no longer unchained?

Outstanding post, DNS.

*Dances b/c there is no more evil!*

Outstanding post, DNS.

*Dances b/c there is no more evil!*

Little early to declare a end to evil just because Melkor's temporarily unavailible. Last time he left Sauron rose to power, and Melkor's current second in command is still alive and kicking.

Last time he left Sauron rose to power, and Melkor's current second in command is still alive and kicking.

Melkor's 2nd in command being...?

Last time he left Sauron rose to power, and Melkor's current second in command is still alive and kicking.

Melkor's 2nd in command being...?

Alpheniel, Alphalfa, something like that. It was also Sauron once apon a time I belive.

[OOC: Nice writing.]

The words hang in the air, lengthening the pause into pregnant silence. The meaning of the words, the dire implications of that simple phrase, uttered so quietly that Rath could almost believe he had misheard, the dizzying array of possible reactions and retributions forced a long, heavy moment of tranquility.

Morgoth is gone.

How would Arda react? How would the rest of the world? The Kin? Siri would be overjoyed.

"Damn the exodites and their gods..."

"My lord, what should we do?" The simpering aide is omnipresent these days. Rath hardly ventures into the field of battle anymore, hardly tastes the deaths of those slain in anger.

"Do? We do what we have always done. Close the portals and the gateway. Interdict Melkor assets on Mars from the ground and from space. Use force if necessary to pacify the Uruks and trolls. Harrass and harry them, confuse them by killing their leaders in the night. Make it clear who is the new power on Mars." Rath's thoughts race as quickly as his heartbeat. It's such a perfect opportunity.

"Contact Arda. Tell them I will act as Regent until Morgoth can be restored."

Beneath the mask, a smile creeps over the face of the Incubus for the first time in centuries.

Power unlimited. The stars will burn.

It is a good thought.

tag

[OOC: Three words, Morgy: Get Better AA :x ]

Melkor's 2nd in command being...?
Alkanphel, I think. Unless it's Althalon... Al somebody.

Alkanphel, I think. Unless it's Althalon... Al somebody.

Al Borland!
http://www.hiarchive.co.uk/vital/al.jpg

:P

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

*Tagged, IC response pending*

Alkanphel, I think. Unless it's Althalon... Al somebody.

Al Borland!
http://www.hiarchive.co.uk/vital/al.jpg

:P

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

Alkaflannel !

:lol:

Hmm... Well.. We should seize this opportuinity... but what to do? *kicks DNS for not taking out the entire Ardan hierarchy* WHO'S UP FOR UTP OPERATION: ST. DOMINIAC ROUND TWO?!?!

Just kidding of course... or am I?

Excellent post, although I only read the first paragraph and skimmed through everything else in 45 seconds.

This post was obviously OOC ;)

Alkanphel, I think. Unless it's Althalon... Al somebody.

Al Borland!
http://www.hiarchive.co.uk/vital/al.jpg

Y'know... that's exactly what I was thinking when I wrote that.

But it just felt too wierd to relate the Lord of Darkness and Incarnation of Evil to Home Improvement.

[ooc: there's several glaring inconsistencies here that must be addressed. firt of all, Morgoth never sleeps. Not a big deal, but that caught my attention right off the bat. He's very busy on Mars [or is likely to be], and Alkanphel is in charge of Angband atm.

Alkanphel is not a dumb man. Launch consoles would be heavily guarded and well within the bowels of Angband, Udun, or any other outpost or stronghold in the country. He would not leave orcs to guard or operate them. They'd be guarded by elite marines, war trolls, and various other Fell Beasts--but not Uruks.

And the Orc attack would be carried out a bit differently.They wouldn't simply leave and return to their posts, upon discovery of hostile forces, they'll drag the bodies off to their captains to search them over and cannibalize their equipment. Even if they didnt', it'd only be a matter of time before a crew of marines were on the scene, in which case they'd do the cleanup.

The post, while well written, glosses over a number of elements that make my security systems seem poorly run. The battle itself, if it were truly between Morgoth and the rest of the Valar, would likely cause a horrendous amount of damage to the infrastructure of Angband, would scar the land, and would kill just about anything within about.. oh, a 50 mile radius, at least. He still has some Balrogs left, and he's got Alkanphel too.]

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OOC: *Blinks* so Melkor is still going allong with this... okay. I am assuming that this has become known tomost elven nation by now.

IC:

In Thelas, the news had not yet reached the elven population, yet the High Command knew, they knew quite well. Withing minutes, the entire Thelasian fleet (already on full alert) left star bases, three fleets, allong wth 900,000 troops, tanks, and K-Mags left for mars, two fleets stayed behind, and the other five fleets left for patrols. On the ground, the massive defence grid around the Thilis continent came online. All allong the coast, defence guns were brought online, missiles readied, fighter bases launched fighters. Deep below the earth, missile silos started to get ready for launch, tactical and strategic, NBC and conventional. The calls started to go out. Soon it was anounced to thee population, that Valar had returned, Morgoth was once again chained, celebrations started to break out, but soon they stopped. Though Morgoth was dead, Arda remained, the GDODAD and the Reich remained, and they could counter attack.

(A."My work here is done."
B."But you didn't do anything."
A."Shutup!")

Tag...

Tulkas Against anGband...

"Sire, our Lord Oröme has returned. I feel it in the air, in the water, in the earth. The Valar have returned", said the sorceress, trembling to the ShadowPRince.

"So that's why you wanted to see me. I see, the Valar have returned to the material realm. But why?, they didn't wanted to mess in the affair of the children of Eru anymore", answered Kithail, his eyes fixed in the old elven woman.

"But still one of them walks the earth, I see him walking in a red desert with a mace in his hand, first amongst the Valar, first amongst the Dark ones. They're here to find him, and to bind him again", just answered the Sorceress.

"Call full alert to everyone. If this is what I think it is, a second War of Wrath is coming, and this time the earth will change even more, maybe the universe is going to take a new shape", shouted the Prince to his attendants.

There was silence in the great throne-room of the Emperor of Kalessin. The entire court, clad in gaudy robes and many-hued armour, had gathered around a single circular pond in the centre of the hall. The singers were silent, and the dancers were still, as all gazed motionlessly at the vision reflected in the water. As they gazed at a gigantic black figure, clad in clothing of the same colour, tumbling slowly into oblivion.

Eventually, a tall warrior, encased in Black, silver-trimmed armour, its surface studded with diamonds, and wearing a wide broadsword at his side, stood, and waved a gauntleted arm over the scrying pool, which shimmered for a few seconds, as the image vanished.

He lashed out with his mind, and the courtiers fled the room en-masse, as their Emperor reached out with his mind to Prince Gobryn al Baulorkh, Lord of the West.

Brother. A certain Melkor, a self-styled god, and lord of the land known as Melkor Unchained, has fallen into some difficulty{Image}.

And how, may I ask, does that affect me?

It does not. But I have found this Melkor to be a useful tool, and do not wish to lose him. I can recapture his essence easily enough, but I require a body strong enough to hold it.

I shall expect a gift in return. Maybe that rather exquisite young slave-girl that I saw last time I was at court {image}.

I have not yet had time to enjoy that particular girl.

I know.

Curse you Gobryn. I expect the new body to be ready by nightfall.

{Laughter}

The Emperor broke the contact abruptly, and turned his mind over the sea, reaching out for the being known as Alkanphel.

Kalessin, your Ignored. I said a few things in IRC, and you fail to get it.

I'm GIVING you a new way to RP, a CHANGE to the structure. You shouldn't be running back to the old way so soon. If this had been brought up in a few weeks, things might be different. But you fail to understand why I did this, and what I've been willing to do for this.

Post again in this thread or the related ones, and I'll ask a mod to delete it.

To say that Overlord Bradley Steelblood was angry would have been the understatement of the century. So filled with rage was the Overlord, that the very force of his rage itself forced the unfortunate underlings who had brought him the news to drop down on both knees.

"BEGONE!" the large man roared, sending the simpering underlings dashing from his throne room.

The Overlord took some time to calm himself down and sort through his thoughts. It wasn't that he had been a close friend of Melkor. He had never met the Dark Lord personally, after all, although the Imperium was a great and trusted ally. Out of loyalty to his ally, the Overlord was required to be angry and vengeful. But the main reason why he was so mad was because those fools had completely defied Arda, and snatched the one who was generally recognized as its head. It had been a long time since anyone had moved against the Arda Alliance; now that they had, they would need to be punished. Severely. Anything less, and the enemy would grow bold. If they were allowed to get away with an attack on one leader of an Ardan nation, others might very well try the same thing.

With his thoughts in better order and slightly calmed, the Overlord called for an aide.

"Summon the Lords. All of them. We have much work to do," the Overlord said in a grim tone.

The aide bowed and scurried away, feeling very sorry for those who had aroused his master's ire.

In earth orbit, every Thelasian spy satilite went active, looking for Ardan millitary activity, on of the probespassed breifly over the Iron Hills. To say that Thelasian High Command was worried was an under statement. Soon after, one-time-use pad message was sent to all SATO nations:


From TMI
To All SATO nations:

"Morgoth sealed again. Stop. Morgoth loyal forces gathering. Stop. Balrog martialing. Stop. Thousands of Orcs. Stop. Other Ardan nations readying. Stop. Possible GDODAD activity. Stop. Possible Reich activity. Stop. Recomend all SATO nations go to full alert. End."

double post

OOC: Question. As my Uruk nation is different and independent from Melkor, if he was chained back and the Valar come back, Would we feel/know it, like the elves do? Just a question as it might bring about some fun rp.

-Oghmas

OOC: Not to my knollege, of course there are people here more versed in Tolkein mythos, the elves have magic and as such can feel the Valar, Uruk, I have no clue...

OOC:

What? That sucked. Both the post & the way it happened.

What a lame way to end it all. This should've been RPed, or at least drawn out a little more. Certainly all the bits of the post which were flat out wrong need to be re-done.

You'll be hearing from me shortly IC, regardless, but I don't that that post did anyone justice. If there's a way for it to be retconned I'll find it.

OOC: Lord Sauron Reborn, suck it up and take the punches as they come. Even Melkor himself is going allong with this. And in my humble opinion, that was a great post, yes some parts of it were wrong, but that is simple fact editing stuff. Just shut up and stop being sore. The only person who has the right to be angry about this, and to be able to call a retconn, is Melkor Unchained. It is his charicter after all. And he gave DNS permission to do this.

ooc:

"Oh yay! The Valar are back! Yay!"

"We don't even believe in them as Gods"

"Oh...think they're interested in hairbrushes?"

"Hmmm... give them a call"

"Tag"

OOC: Lord Sauron Reborn, suck it up and take the punches as they come. Even Melkor himself is going allong with this. And in my humble opinion, that was a great post, yes some parts of it were wrong, but that is simple fact editing stuff. Just shut up and stop being sore. The only person who has the right to be angry about this, and to be able to call a retconn, is Melkor Unchained. It is his charicter after all. And he gave DNS permission to do this.

I'm not "sore", nor have I reason to be. None of Dor Daedoloth's fighting strength is diminished, & who is it who usually ends up taking over in the Morgoth's abscence, hmm? Alkanphanel'll probably run the show for a time, but that suits me fine as it gives me a chance to finally set up the dynamic between he & Sauron for a while & opens up all sorts of possibilites.

I just think that the whole way this thing was handled was ridiculous.

Secret Mission! Valar! Random guy! Melkor gone! I don't want to have to include this BS in my continuity. It was a rush job with no run-up, innacurrate & improbable in places, & it could have been a really excellent semi-flexible "scripted" RP.

That's why I'm mildly annoyed & very much dissapointed with it.

Um, WHAT?

Oh sure, i'm gonna go suicidal and have it be a non-secret mission? Declare to everone that I got a Silmaril. I would have been attacked by both Melkor AND Siri if I had done that. Rush job? I spent a few hours writing this, and talking to Melkor on what I was going with this. There is run-up, look for the A Visitor on the Beach thread with Siri, and threads before this one.

Visitor thread:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=108814&highlight=

West thread:
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=108028&highlight=

Then ahead was a doorway. A crack ran through the center of it's ironwood frame, and the stones surrounding it were dusty and crumbling. Samah rushed through the door, and slammed it behind him. His back to the door, he looked upon a sight rarely seen, a battle of the gods. The energy in the room seemed to suffocate him, but the sun shone a lonely ray of light down into the room. It gave him a sense of... hope. He had been underground for days, and the cave-dweller attitude had infected him. Not that it was much different from the DNS ships he had grown up on... but something wasn't the same. The walls of the tunnels seemed so much more oppressing than the hallways of DNS-1. But this was not the time for reminiscing.

The Orcs raged against the doors, Samah could barely keep them closed against the Orcish hoards trying to get in to save their master. Not that he necessarily needed saving.

In the center of the room Melkor was battling against the Valar and he matched them blow for blow. His long stay in the realms of Man and Elf had only increased his great powers. (Tolkien must have believed the power=corruption theory) They had reached an impasse, both sides were of equal power, and they had fought themselves into a stalemate. Their battle raged for days, neither side giving the other a toe-hold. At last, a stalemate between the Gods.

But it was not a stalemate without cost, the sun's light shined through the area that used to be the ceiling of the cavern. Waves of power had shattered the stones in the wall, and collapsed the tunnels leading to all the doors but the one Samah held fast. High above on the surface venturesome Orcs stared down the lips of the crater that now sloped down to the thrown room, but there was to much fear in their hearts to slide down the fathoms deep hole to save their master. Tulkas had been knocked into a pillar, now dust, and had yet to rise from his stunned state. A bit of belated revenge from the dark god.

Melkor parried a thrust from Manwë, and in doing so put his back to the door, and to Samah. Something seemed to empty Samah's mind of his thoughts, and he suddenly stopped forcing the doors closed against the Orcish hoards, those brave/foolhardy enough to challenge the Valar to save their leader, letting them fling open the door. He jumped, putting his feet on the handle and letting the momentum of the door hurl him forward, flying through the air, sword in hand, screaming his battle cry. The cover on the Silmaril fell of, letting the pure light of the jewel shine down the length of sword as it sunk itself into the gap between the backplate and helm of Melkor's armor. The Silmaril let out a light so strong, so pure, so white that it drowned out everything else in the room.

The Silmaril(ship) carried the Valar upon it's back, it's flight breaking the boundaries of FTL by the power of Manwë and the Valar. The Silmaril(gem) shone brightly, and was joined by it's fellows as it left the atmosphere of earth.

Then the white surrendered to the blackness of space. The event horizon of a black hole filled the eyes of Samah, until his eyes erupted, flinging themselves into the Void. He was now blind, but lucky enough not to have any air in his lungs. As he started to black out, he felt the Valar speak, and then the heat from 3 lights upon his skin. They soon were tossed into the black hole on the back of the ship whose namesake was them, one of them stuck into the back of Melkor, the Morgoth.

Suddenly heat and air again pressed on him, one of the Valar had saved him from a nasty grave among the stars. Another mind's voice seemed to fill his head, that of Manwë;

“Peredhil (half-elf) , tell your peoples what I tell you now. Melkor the Morgoth is locked in the Black Star for the time being. If he ever gets out the Silmarils will be released, along with the one merged with your sword. That one will seek out you or your descendants, the others will go back to their old places under the Sea and in the Earth.

I'm not trying to take the mickey, here, but what the Hell is happening? I honestly don't get it. Melkor & the Valar are fighting in an innacurate way, some guy with one of the silmarils fused into his sword-blade is holding a door shut against several Orc "hoards" for days, Melkor turns his back to guy, guy allows "hoards" to burst into throne room, using the door's momentum to spring him onto Melkor's back, guy stabs Melkor in the neck with shiny sword-

Then what is there a parapgraph missing, or something? Because we're all of a sudden on a ship which travels at FTL speeds to a black hole somewhere- Melkor is apparently a prisoner on it, & all the Valar & random guy are there too. Here's where it gets weird: Random guy's eyes explode, I think, for some reason or other, & fall into the Void (of space?). The ship's hull seems to have dissapeared, then. Random guy "luckily" has no oxygen whatsoever in his lungs. We're not told why this is a good thing. Random guy feels three lights on him, from the silmarils, I think (how?), one of which in a sword & in Melkor's back. We are now told that everyone is on the back of the DLN ship, outside of it (& NOT dead? Didn't they go to FTL?) & then everyone goes into the black hole.

The Valar have saved random guy, & they're...somewhere else (?!). Manwë says some stuff. Melkor is trapped in the black hole (why, exactly, we aren't told. Going into a black hole would utterly destroy his physical form, so presumably he'd either abandon or shape-shift his physical body & return to Angband or Udûn in spririt mode or allow himself to die, at which point...he's gone, permanently). The Elder King also informs random guy that if Melkor escapes the black hole the silmarils will magick themselves to some places (they can't, & being, as they are, just things would be destroyed by the black hole but...um... Is there a but?)

Some other text outside of that quote informs us that random guy is now changed & has a bit of Melkor's power in him now because *cough* he got some of Melkor's blood on his shirt.

...

Yeah.

Anyway, I don't get it. If someone could please explain to me how the Hell the whole battle of the Gods thing works, I'd really appreciate it.

I fear I'll still be saying "Please, let's just try this again?", but, I dunno, maybe I'm missing something really crucial...

Ok, at what point did DLN(I'm guessing Dread Lady Nathicana) become invovled in this? I'm DNS, Distributed/Disorganized/Decentrilzed Nation State. It was Me, not Nathi, that did this. 1st point of contention.

It's fairly simple. Samah is one of my characters, he was chased by Orcish hordes. He's in enemy territory, and he can really only run one way to safety, towards the Valar. He does the neck-stab.

Ok, the next bit where you think there's a paragraph missing? That's actually a fairly common plot device. It's easy to pick up that something happened, and that they've left the scene. Samah was in all respects temporarily KO'ed by the blacklash from stabbing Melkor, and behing that close to a War of Wrath. He wasn't aware during that those missing paragraphs, therefore they wern't written out. They were never in the ship, mearly on top of it. Assume one of the Valar used magic to keep them from being Smearified. And don't you think that a jumping stab into the Morgoth's neck would have been worth a mighty roar? That pretty much emptied his lungs there. Now, when the stop, whatever magic was being used stops as well, and explosive decompression comes into play, cause Samah's eyes to explode outward, along with ear-drums, etc.

The Valar get all 3 Silmarils, and with Melkor toss them into the black hole, after he is enchained again. Melkor and the Silmarils are impossible to destroy, so they just are trapped by the Gravic field. And I'm assuming that the release of Melkor would also release a hella-lotta energy; energy that could propell the Silmarils away from Melkor. Now, that Sword/Silmaril is bound to Samah, so it'll be going in his general direction.

And he got Melkor's blood on his hand, where it was absorbed by his skin. I'm just assuming that the Dark God's blood flowing through your veins is gonna corrupt you a bit.

You seem to be the only one that really didn't get this post.

OOC:

I'm actually crying. Look as I cry me a river.

Deep underground, directly below the great throne room of the Emperor of Kalessin, there was a cave. Its walls were crude and rough, as if they had been carved by some ancient, primeval race, before time began. Upon the walls were daubed dozens of strange and terrible symbols, both Kalessini runes, and characters from other races, which had discovered the place eons before the Empire fell, and the people of chaos came to the world of Nationstates. But of all the symbols, a single eight-pointed star, covering the roof of the cavern, was pre-eminent, glowing with a eerie crimson radiance, so that walls seemed to have been stained with blood. The air was warm, so near was this place to the searing heat emanating from the centre of the Earth, and in the centre of the floor was a deep hole, in which stood an iron statue.

This statue stood some twenty feet in height, and had been carved in the shape of a heavily built humanoid, with strangely nondescript features, which, had they belonged to a being of flesh and blood, could have denoted almost any race. The skin of the giant being was covered in complex runes, and its eyes were two gigantic diamonds, glinting in the ruddy half-light shed by the eight-pointed star, a duplicate of which had been engraved into the centre of the golem’s chest, so that the point where all the rays met was exactly five feet above the floor of the cavern, facing a large altar, which appeared to have been carved for a single lump of black granite.

Encircling the altar were dozens of robed figures, stooped and hunched, their claw-like hands, which could sometimes be glimpsed flicking out from within their voluminous black sleeves, withered by age. They shuffled around, bones cracking and joints creaking, as they awaited the signal to begin the ritual.

Behind the altar stood another robed figure, but this one was neither stooped nor hunched, and his hands were encased within great black gauntlets, which the unmistakeable outline of a sword could just be discerned under his robes. He stood motionless, as still as the statue before him, for a few short moments, his head bowed as if in contemplation. Then he looked up, and swept the cavern with his gaze;

Let us begin.

As his thought echoed through the passageways of their minds, the robed mages began to chant in a tongue more ancient than any of the petty gods of the elves. It was a tongue which originated in a world far away from this cavern, long before the world of Nationstates had even been born. It was a tongue redolent of secret places and ancient evils from before the dawn of man, and it was a tongue never meant to be spoken by mortal flesh and blood. Yet speak it the mages of Kalessin did, and their voices, already thin and cracked, were contorted yet more in the speaking, as sounds completely alien to any humanoid voice flowed from their lips in howls and gibbers, whispers and shrieks, mutterings and gruntings.

And as they chanted, endless rows of slaves, chained hand and foot, and their eyes full of terror and despair, were led through the their serried ranks to the edge of the pit, where their throats were opened, and their red blood flowed in a scarlet tide over the cold metal of the golem, infusing with their warmth and life, so that the runes inscribed upon it began to glow with a diabolical light of their own.

Then, the Emperor carefully removed the gauntlet from his left hand, and stretched out the bare skin toward an orb of black crystal, which say upon a simple oaken pedestal beside the altar, and his mind merged with the spirit of the universe. He was everywhere, and he was nowhere, and he searched. As his consciousness swept over Arda, he sensed the influence of the Dark Lord of Mordor permeating the land, and felt all the power which Melkor had put out from himself into the world which he had played such a great role in the creation of. The Emperor delved deep into this, absorbing and sampling the essence of the great enemy of the Noldor, and then sent his mind racing out into the cosmos, seeking an even greater concentration of this chaotic essence.

And, far away from the lands of men, deep in the darkness of space, he found that for which he searched, gleaming like a star in the endless sea of spirit. The Emperor swam toward it, and reached out with a gentle probe, stroking the surface of Melkor’s immortal soul, until he was sure that there could be no mistake.

The Emperor signalled with a nod of his head, and a final slave was dragged out into the cavern, until he stood before the altar, his heart positioned directly between the Emperor and the centre of the eight-pointed star which lay upon the iron breast of the statue, which now seemed more like living flesh than dead metal, although it was soulless yet.

He reached out with his right arm, and a sword of some strange, alien metal, black as night and as cold as space itself, its surface covered with endlessly shifting runes, was laid in his hand. The Emperor of Kalessin drew back his arm, and as the sword struck, thrusting through the soft flesh of the slave and digging into the iron of the statue, right at the heart of the star of chaos, he thrust out with his mind, forming a bridge between the body of the dark lord, which at that very moment was being slowly pulled apart by the Black Hole, and the new body that awaited in the cavern;

Come! That body of flesh and blood which you have worn so long is doomed. There is no escape for it. Free your mind, and follow the path I have given you, follow the path forged by the power of Kalessin, and you shall be able to avenge the harm done to you. Come!

In a foreign city rain fell lightly as a man walked to a nameless cybercafe. He rented a one hour card with cash and sat at the nearest open computer. Within a minute of logging in he had sent his message and left. He killed the hint of a smile that threatened to show on his face.

He tossed the card in a gutter and made his way to the airport, and to locations known only to him.

Far away the message is gathered in by an AI, he changes the value on an intvar, and continues on his task.

OOC post, FAO: Lord Sauron Reborn, DNS:

I understand where you're coming from with your posts, and I agree that this thread did appear to... well, appear... from no-where. However, if you look at the links in one of DNS' previous posts, there is a bit of back-story - it's just that none of us saw those threads.

It also seems like kinda a strange way to start an RP, and I agree that it coulda been RP'd out (the outcome scripted, of course, but the actual intermediate steps flexible).

However, I suggest everyone hold back from comlaining about that kind of thing - it's done now. More importantly, I'd like to highlight the fact that it's rather short-sighted to tell someone that the concept behind their RP (in this case Melkor being gone from the picture for an un-known length of time) is bad, before even giving it a chance to see how it works out.

One thing you can say for this storyline - it's a good way to stir up a Good vs. Evil shindig without (a) Melkor and/or Siri stopping it, or (b) Melkor and Siri joining in and taking potshots as each other, destroying the world being "regretable colateral damage".


Just out of interest though, DNS - the Valar aren't back to stay, are they? Because I have a whole chunk of back-story to my nation I was just set to reveal in an RP, which would be thrown into total disarray if that were the case.
It involves a bunch of very-early-day followers of Melkor (as in the very beginning - proto-Balrogs, low-level ex-Maiar). They're still around but are sworn never to meddle in the affairs of Men until (a) the terms of a bargain they made with Illuvatar are met, in which case they're allowed back to the Blessed Isle, or (b) the Valar return to take charge of the Children of Illuvatar, in which case they have to see what mercy, if any, the Valar will give them.
I've got to the stage where condition (a) is almost on the horizon, and I'd really hate to be caught unawares by condition (b) sneaking up behind me.

Nope, the Valar are temporary characters of mine. I have no wish too keep them here too long. They should be back in the west after everything is cleared up.


Kalessin, your plan wouldn't work. 2 things.

1. Valar are still in this plane of reality. That's big enough to set off all the alarms. They singulary arn't as powerful as Melkor, but they together could stop him from entering a new body.

2. Samah has a focus, Melkor's blood. In most magic that's a fairly powerful connection to a person, so he could divert the path of Melkor's soul into himself. That way, Melkor goes though his readjustment to a mortal body in plain view of Lady Sirithil.

OOC:

Yet with his last and desperate stroke Fingolfin hewed the foot with Ringil, and the blood gushed forth black and smoking and filled the pits of Grond.

I think "smoking" is the key word here. It indicates extreme heat. Thus, if a mortal (like Samah), came into contact with Melkor's blood, I'd have thought he'd be badly scalded at best. In addition, blood in Tolkein has no mystical properties, and since you are working within the Tolkein framework... Also, as far as I know, Samah isn't a sorcerer.

As for the Valar, they appear in the Silmarillion to have only two powers. They can mould and control that element over which they have influence, so Ulmo controls the sea etc, though they cannot give life, and they have their own physical strength.

This 'soul-transferral' is Kalessini magic, and bears no relation whatsoever to any ability of the Valar, and is utterly alien to them. As such, it is preposterous to consider them being able to prevent it. (Although I have to say that I'm rather dubious about anyone using the Valar in non-internal RP anyway, other than in a symbolic sense, as Melkor mainly does).

Finally, as you may see, I have left the decision as to whether this works or not entirely up to Melkor. As such, it is no longer anything to do with you, and convincing me either way will have no effect.

Ok... Let's put this in perspective. Sirithil sticks by the books pretty well, yet she's in space. If we're gonna stick to the books, Melkor would never have gotten out of the Void in the first place. Furthermore, I don't think that Tolkien anticipated situations like this, so the books are fine as a foundation, but not as a Bible. Even in things like D&D pencil and paper, where basically everything is laid out in one format or another, people screw the books and make stuff up. Why? Because it's more fun that way.

The Valar are something akin to the first choir of angels, and they're powers have been changed/added onto in fan fictions for years. I find no problem with them having some magic powers on the planes that your working on. Anyway, Silmaril reacted with Melkor's blood, rendered it non-lavalike. Still hurts and corrupts, but dosn't kill(yet anyway).

Also Kalessin, to a certain extent, what your doing is exploding a nuclear bomb in Earth-orbit. EVERYONE that has some grasp of magic will be able to feel something like that, and Samah has something that in most schools of magic is a very powerful hold over a person. And who's to say that the entire process hasn't changed him into a mage?

And Um... This is my thread. I can ask a mod to delete your posts. Probably get them to do it as well. I'll talk to Melkor in IRC before I do that though, out of respect for him, not you. I would prefer if you stopped posting in these threads though.

And Um... This is my thread. I can ask a mod to delete your posts. Probably get them to do it as well. I'll talk to Melkor in IRC before I do that though, out of respect for him, not you. I would prefer if you stopped posting in these threads though.

DNS - I like the concept behind the RP, and look forward to seeing where it goes - I'm can see it becoming a great storyline, and I'll be looking for a way to get involved in it if one presents itself (and if I'm welcome, of course).

However, I do think that this kinda attitude's a bit un-called for. The worst way for an RP to die is by descending into a bitchgfest flamewar, and things like the above only encourage that.

I know you're by no means the only one (Lord Sauron Reborn, I'm looking in your direction...), but why not set the example? For example, rather than threatening to get Kalessin's posts deleted by a mod, why not explain your objections (as you did, of course) and then ask him to edit his post - either changing it to take your objections into account, or just to change the whole text of the post to "<<Renmoved>>" or somesuch? Same effect, much less hard feelings, much less chance of a slanging match ensuing.

Just a thought...

I have a sugjestion fr every body, CALM DOWN, step back and think about this rationaly.

Well, continued posting after being asked not to post at all is flamebaiting, but I do see your point. The alternative that I've come up with is seemingly unacceptable to him, and what he's planning is unlikly to be possible. It's possible that a thing like that could draw Melkor out of his immortal body, but his soul just might get sucked down a black hole and destroyed in the process. Or turned into some sort of pastry dish, you never know with those black holes.

I'm currently not deciding one way or another till I've had a nice chat with Melkor about over IRC.

>tag<

OOC:

There's nothing immortal about Melkor's body. It's been hacked, slashed, scorched & raked by talons over the years- there's nothing overly special about it in that regard. You throw 'im in a black hole, & he's crushed, compacted, twisted etc. & his physical form is no more.

So he leaves it behind. There's no reason why a spirit should be affected by gravity, so he just drifts on home. We've seen it multiple times with Sauron, we've been told that ALL of the Valar can do it (cast off their flesh etc etc), so it's a pretty safe bet that this whole pointless exercise was just that-pointless.

As for Kalessin- no, you can't ask a moderator to delete his posts. Correction: you can ask, but they won't. You can't boot someone out of your thread just because you don't like what they're doing. If they're flaming you, god-modding, doing ridiculous things or have no legitimate reason to be involved in the thread or whatever then fine- as it stands though, the only prolem there is with Kale is that you'd rather he didn't take the course of action that he's taking, because it means that events don't pan out as YOU would like them to.

Too bad. It happens. Suck it up.

OOC: Indeed, Melkor's body isn't immortal, and, if sticking to the books a bit more, wouldn't that body most likely be Melkor's last, anyways? Before he was overthrown in the War of the Wrath, Melkor was already weak himself - he had scattered his powers to his minions all around, thus binding himself to his body (Melkor wasn't able to leave his body during the First Age).

So, I'm not sure how Melkor Unchained's storyline continues from here (did Melkor get out of the void, or is it just roleplayed as that casting to the void never happened? ;), but I think, that Melkor, in Tolkien's universe (not mixing it with NS) creates a new body (or heals his old), comes back and gets hacked, slashed, scorched & raked once more by Eonwë, Tulkas and Turín - but after that, he's gone. So, I think that means all his powers are bound to that body (like Sauron's was to the One Ring) and once it's gone, his gone as well. So, now that Melkor's in Black Hole, his body should get crushed, and once it gets crushed, he should be dead as well ;)

Of course this means nothing because people here don't stick to the Tolkien storyline, but just started to ponder this for no real reason :P

One thing that surprised me (among all the other strange things), is that Melkor managed to beat Tulkas, even though Tulkas should be much stronger than Melkor (Tulkas beat Melkor a couple of times in Silmarillion). Congrats, I guess that was the first time? ;)

In the Silmarillion, Melkor is cast into the Outer Darknes by the Valar, and imprisoned there. I assume this means he was discorporate (bodyless) at the time. If this was the case (and if it's RP'd that this casting-out did happen), he would have to have created a new body for himself when he returned to become Melkor Unchained. This implies that he has regained this ability.

I'm pretty sure Melkor Unchained RP's it that Melkor was cast out and imprisoned beyond the world as in the Silmarillion, but then somehow managed to escape from his imprisonment (hence "Unchained"), and return to the world.

I just got very busy in RL, so posting will slow. Should have edited version done by next weekend.

And Melkor has stated that he never RP'ed exactly how Melkor came back. We've already broken canon by not having the world end when he came back and fought the 3 valar/maiar that were to oppose him(their names forsake me for the moment).

After a point, you also have to compensate for space-tech and different schools of magic and sciences. Trying to get them to mesh perfectly is impossible, so we just have to try the best we can.

Edit: I might not be able to get them deleted, but the end result would be the same. He's was ignored previously for OE, and he has been emperically ignored by other nations and alliances, such as Yut.

DNS, I'm starting to have some serious problems with this. Your edict to prevent Kalessin from posting is quite out of line. I didn't see you jumping down anyone elses throat when they posted, so why the double standard? I'm not saying you're not entitled to a degree of control over your own thread, but you must remember that this thread takes ludicrous liberties with my characters, and I have a number of allies who would be obligated to do something, of which Kalessin is one.

From a plot analysis standpoint, I mostly agree with LSR. Wehther you're going by the books religiously or not, you can't make the Second Coming of the Valar a low-stakes fight. It's not a skirmish when that many demigods are fighting each other. Furthermore, if that whole scene were to even happen, it probably would be better for the world if Kalessin got him out more or less immediately. Since the Valar didnt compromise my military at all, Alkanphel will instantly mobilize against those he deems the most likely to be responsible: The Elves. Without Morgoth, the Imperium would ultimatley weaken, and he would know that this would be his one and only serious shot at taking his foes down. It's not a contingency I invented to justify my complaints, it's simply common sense. Alkanphel would have no idea how long Melkor would be gone, he'd probably assume he's gone for good.

It's definately a World War Terminus situation, as far as I'm concerned.

But anyway, I'll talk to you about it in IRC when I have the time and when I'm sober :?

So... what happened with this storyline? Did it just wither and die, or did it continue in a thread I missed?

It's going to undergo some revisions, and possible change of scene. I will be talking to Melkor over IRC about this. Updates pending.