Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160901020136/@comment-26084195-20160908210453

The Lord of Minas Morgul wrote:

Codebreaker 2100 wrote:

The Lord of Minas Morgul wrote:

Codebreaker 2100 wrote:

The Lord of Minas Morgul wrote:

Codebreaker 2100 wrote:

The Lord of Minas Morgul wrote: Let's assume this is before Bergil leaves, since your post is a bit delayed.

Bergil approaches her, but he doesn't look like he has the intentions of harming her.

"That was quite the night last night. I don't think Pelargir has seen that much bloodshed since the Corsairs of Umbar came from the south. And now the two havens would seem inseparable, despite being separated by many leagues... Perhaps Pelargir needed that rebellion. With the rebellion crushed so heavily, now all those who opposed Lord Aerion's fair and just rulership are gone, and Pelargir may see order, and for a time, peace..."

He finally looks down.

"What is your name, friend?"

Nyssa can see his staff, designed with electrical designs, both beautiful and intimidating to behold. The gem dimly glows yellow. "N-Nyssa." She says shakily, putting one hand on her staff and the other on the scabbard where her dagger used to be. Bergil extends his hand out to her to help her up. He notices the empty scabbard.

"My name is Bergil. I come from Anorien, from the grand city of Minas Anor. Might I ask where you come from? While we're here, perhaps we should get you a new dagger, if you can't find yours." "..I..I'm from Lossarnach." She says, a frightened expression on her face. You see that she has a deep gash just under her left eye, running to her upper lip. "Come now, Nyssa of Lossarnach. I will bring you to a blacksmith where we can get you a new dagger."

He grabs his cloak, which he apparently had resting somewhere near. His gloves seem dirty, making it apparent that he was cleaning when he found Nyssa. She takes his hand and stands up shakily. It's very obvious that she's broken several bones, but she braves through it and stands as normally as possible. "L-Let's go.." Bergil sees she is in no condition to walk around town, and leads her to some healers instead. He takes her scabbard, and has a dagger forged to fit the scabbard. One day, upon waking up, she sees the dagger and a note telling her to meet at a park in five days. She hears a knock at her door, a very frantic knock.