Spencertopia
26-01-2005, 08:03
Somewhere, Over Arda...
Self-Amusement was always rather enjoyable. And yet amusement at the expense of others was perhaps more satisfying than most. Indeed, the self-labled 'Almighty Arda' had now passed, leaving nothing but a group of hardcore wannabees. And whilst its leader, Melkor Unchained had now been occupied by the civil war led by Alkanphel, and whilst the time was being consumed within that event, the great lion was now silent. Still, even before when Lord Melkor reigned a fist of iron over his nation, Arda was silent, and was indeed chained by the great weight of mediocracy. It was a silent killer, yet murder was murder, and Arda was nothing but an example.
Moving slowly over the great plains of Arda, the great starship watched with careful eyes, the people and creatures below them. Even the Hogwarth could not remain silent, creating an obvious presense on every sensor-array within hundreds, perhaps even thousands or millions of miles. Still, the largest ship within the great fleet contained the most capable defense, in case of hostile approach of course. And although it had not been used in anger, nor had it been intended to anytime soon, its weapons always, always remained ready. No, Arda would be no victim of this ship, nor any ship of the Spencertopian fleets.
Laughing deep from within his belly, the great Warlord proclaimed loudly for everyone to hear, "And this is the great lands of Lord Melkor?"
The Commodores and Marshalls could hardly hide their grins, as if the man had just cracked a joke. Still, they remained respectful, as was the general code of this army. Without codes, they would hardly be efficient, and without efficiency, they would hardly compromise an army, let alone a loose gathering of bandits.
"Do you see the lands before us? These are the orcs most feared, apparently." he chuckled slightly to himself. He turned to his closest followers, each of them flinching as he moved with enormous power and speed, "These are creatures of a historical nature. We will never become them, nor like them. And they call themselves to be from the great Melkor Unchained. No, I see chains. They are the chains and the concequence of a leader who took his power for expense. Not one fears them anymore."
As the Marshells watched on, they wondered exactly what was the meaning of the mission of which Mardos had taken them upon. And not one knew, for so far it seemed that Arda was only being made an example. For the mistakes, of a Titan now forgotten.
OOC: Sorry its a bit vauge for now. :)
Self-Amusement was always rather enjoyable. And yet amusement at the expense of others was perhaps more satisfying than most. Indeed, the self-labled 'Almighty Arda' had now passed, leaving nothing but a group of hardcore wannabees. And whilst its leader, Melkor Unchained had now been occupied by the civil war led by Alkanphel, and whilst the time was being consumed within that event, the great lion was now silent. Still, even before when Lord Melkor reigned a fist of iron over his nation, Arda was silent, and was indeed chained by the great weight of mediocracy. It was a silent killer, yet murder was murder, and Arda was nothing but an example.
Moving slowly over the great plains of Arda, the great starship watched with careful eyes, the people and creatures below them. Even the Hogwarth could not remain silent, creating an obvious presense on every sensor-array within hundreds, perhaps even thousands or millions of miles. Still, the largest ship within the great fleet contained the most capable defense, in case of hostile approach of course. And although it had not been used in anger, nor had it been intended to anytime soon, its weapons always, always remained ready. No, Arda would be no victim of this ship, nor any ship of the Spencertopian fleets.
Laughing deep from within his belly, the great Warlord proclaimed loudly for everyone to hear, "And this is the great lands of Lord Melkor?"
The Commodores and Marshalls could hardly hide their grins, as if the man had just cracked a joke. Still, they remained respectful, as was the general code of this army. Without codes, they would hardly be efficient, and without efficiency, they would hardly compromise an army, let alone a loose gathering of bandits.
"Do you see the lands before us? These are the orcs most feared, apparently." he chuckled slightly to himself. He turned to his closest followers, each of them flinching as he moved with enormous power and speed, "These are creatures of a historical nature. We will never become them, nor like them. And they call themselves to be from the great Melkor Unchained. No, I see chains. They are the chains and the concequence of a leader who took his power for expense. Not one fears them anymore."
As the Marshells watched on, they wondered exactly what was the meaning of the mission of which Mardos had taken them upon. And not one knew, for so far it seemed that Arda was only being made an example. For the mistakes, of a Titan now forgotten.
OOC: Sorry its a bit vauge for now. :)