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Post by Khamûl the Easterling on Sept 1, 2009 22:21:31 GMT -5
Khamul smiled at the realization that this Durion was quite comfortable talking with him, seemingly talking with him the way a man speaks with friends. This made it so much easier to see that Durion was so obviously like the man Sauron wanted in his pocket. And obvious it was. It was amazing what a little conversation, plus a few good drinks, could do to make you see the workings of a man... especially one who kept himself as well-guarded as the nobleman.
He shrugged at Durion's comment on the Nazgul's mission. It was quite simply not worth the time to answer in turn. Besides, it would seem that the noble had realized that Khamul now held all the cards. In fact, Khamul held almost the entire deck. And with Durion's answer to Khamul's unspoken question, Khamul knew he had almost won.
"I may be just the man you were looking for, then."
A small smile flashed across 'Korvaun's' face.
"Is that so? It would seem that my superior would be quite happy with me."
As he said this, he played his finger through the ale once more... and his message was replaced with another:
Embrace the Darkness, and within it shall you find salvation.
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Durion
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Gondorian Calvary
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Post by Durion on Sept 2, 2009 13:36:56 GMT -5
"Is that so? It would seem that my superior would be quite happy with me."
Durion gripped tightly his mug and placed it down on the counter before him. He was not going to be needing any more drink this eve, that was certain. His mind and soul were too preoccupied now with figuring out precisely who—or what—this Korvaun was. “Your superior is also my own,” he murmured. To any eavesdropping, such would sound as if they spoke of the Steward, though it was increasingly clear that it was Sauron that they spoke. The nobleman was intrigued, though somewhat frightened. “I will serve him dutifully with whatever is needed.” He finished, as if trying to build a good impression.
Could this possibly be the very beast that was sacking their fields? The one being that had butchered all of the soldiers? Here, in the tavern? The thoughts could not be shaken, and seemed to grow in fervor as the next message appeared in the spilt ale.
Salvation through darkness. What a twisted concept; though it was one that Durion was loyal to. Surely evil would conquer the White City; it was in all best interest to align yourself with the winning side. To join sides could lead to rewards—he would be the only Gondorian to keep his life when the time came for Sauron to overrun the city and the blasted Steward.
It seemed a strange thing to stay in the tavern now; his satiation for women was not going to be found tonight. Indeed, the desire had even left him. There were plenty of places that they could find more privacy to speak…if there was a message for him. “Might I propose we leave the noise behind? My home is ever open to those loyal to the Lord.” The only person that would be home this evening was Anira, and his sister would stay well out of the way. His mother and father were at a dinner party, and would not be home until much later into the night. Though, if Korvaun had a better plan within him, Durion was not about to refuse.
Not after what he just saw.
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Post by Khamûl the Easterling on Sept 2, 2009 17:15:47 GMT -5
“I will serve him dutifully with whatever is needed.”
Khamul nodded. Sauron would have quite a few things for the Gondor man to do. While half of Khamul was jealous that the man would likely get loads of favor from their Lord, his other half was thankful for not being stuck with all the dirty work. It was quite annoying being the most active servant of Darkness, and getting the least thanks.
“Might I propose we leave the noise behind? My home is ever open to those loyal to the Lord.”
"Aye, a wonderful suggestion. This place is not exactly suitible for buisiness. Shall we go now?"
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