Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20160722221045/@comment-26210095-20160724025354

Aerion after an extremely hard ride has arrived at the Morgul Vale.

It is utterly quiet, not a sound. The ground is cold and has unhealthy looking flowers and mushrooms. He walks along silently.

Until he hears the distant gurgling of a steam. It is the Morgulduin, the river of black sorcery. It is an unhealthy blackish green color. The river smells of decay and corruption, and a cold steam rises with noxious fumes.

The ruin of Minas Morgul was seen the distance, a fallen collosus glowing a faint sickly green.

He approached the river cautiously.

He felt a... Presence enter the valley. Suddenly, a cold gust of wind blew from Mordor.

The river began to glow with a sickly green light... Or, more specifically, something at the bottom of the river.

He knew what he must do. He headed himself, and jumped into the icy cold water.

He sank like a stone to the bottom. He opened his mouth, and with surprise, he found he could easily breathe. He walked along the water with ease, as if the currents were helping him along.

Then, he saw it: a pale blue/green gem, glowing with a rippling pattern.

He grabbed at it, and took it up to the surface. It was surprisingly heavy.

Still slightly hurt from his wounds fighting a pirate lord, he carried with him the driftwood staff. He burst to the surface and sat on the shore.

An idea suddenly occurred to him, or perhaps was implanted in his mind. He touched the gem to the staff, the staff molded with the crystal, and surrounded it. It was only fitting, the driftwood staff was the fist thing he saw when he was reborn in the ocean. The staff suddenly shimmered with a blue/green light, and pulsatef with the energy of the ocean.

He heard the voices of the crystal in his head. Whispering to him. He wasn't even surprised. He took the staff, and walked back to the horse. He rode to Minas Anor.

The voice of the crystal kept whispering to him, promising power and riches, glory, and most of all, revenge. Against those that had wronged him.

If they did not love him, they would learn to fear him