Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170409032121/@comment-27097330-20170417215259

Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: T Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: ChazmanianDevil wrote: Meanwhile the blockade on Salumn has been broken, a single ship sails toward the city, flying a white flag. The ship is received by the governor. Entering the great throne room of Salumn, walks the Sealord of Pelargir. Beside him his guards follow. Even in such a rich place he cuts quite a figure. "Zarrun bar Azzad. I'd like to introduce myself. I am the Sealord of Pelargir." The grizzled old Haradrim-born man sighs. "And, if I may ask a question... why are you here?" "May we speak in private?" Zarrun brings him to his opulent personal quarters, and has wine be brought out. "Yes?" "Are you aware of the events going on in Gondar as we speak? The majority of the fiefdoms are in full revolt. Whichever side wins this war will change the face of the earth." "As long as the Gondorians leave me alone, this war is not of my concern." "Maybe not yours... But perhaps, Umbar's?" "Umbar is far away." "Umbar is your rightful lord. And even more interesting my sources tell me you're still hiding someone. Someone, important, perhaps?" "I am sorry, sir, I am ignorant about the matter of which you are speaking." He leans forward. "The heir of Umbar. Where are they?" "I am afraid you are speaking to the wrong man... That line was broken long ago." "Bodies were never found..." "They burned. The last of the Umbarian Fleet burned on the river Harnen, making their escape towards the Moubtains of Shadow, while they were pursued by Gondorian forces. You would have been a child at the time, yet you have likely heard stories about the Serpent Rebellion, have you not?" He sighs. "I hoped otherwise. Well it appears I will have to move on to plan b." "Wait." He says with a sigh. "It is plain to see, and by your reputation, as well as your recent... ah... disloyalty that you are no friend of Aragost. If you swear to secrecy and to aid us in our plans, I will reveal them to you." His eyes gleam, and he whips out a hand to put over his chest, "I, the Sealord of Pelargir, do hereby swear to keep secret any plans recounted in this room, or by Zarrun bar Azzad, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."