Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20160307203945/@comment-25606723-20160311133747

Edacnik wrote:

Tybereous wrote:

Edacnik wrote: "Like?" He sees she will not let him give her "no" for an answer. "Like the fact that I, and my entire nation, are most likely Damned to the Iron Hells as soon as we die..." "What? Why?" "Do you really want to know? You know what? Don't answer that, I already know what you'll say. Fine." He pauses, "In the beginning of the first age, I was a normal Elf. It was near after our awakening. I was still very young. I don't remember very much other than that from that time, other tha being captured by one of Melkor's raiding parties. I was one of the first taken. They brought me swiftly to Utumno, where I was tortured slowly and painfully. I don't know how I was sane enough to fake madness. I think Melkor had planned for that. I would be stronger, faster, and altogether better at fighting than Orcs. He did not, however, refrain from extrenuous non-magical torture." He points to two scars on his cheeks, then lifts his shirt to show a huge X shaped scar on his slightly muscular, but still skinny looking chest. "He changed my appearence as well. Maybe he thought it would bind me to him, I'll never know. When the torture was finally over, I, and about 100 others who had survived the first torture, were brought before Melkor. We were told of our fate, to become his spymasters and assassins. To do his bidding forever. And our minds were bound. But, fortunately for us, our job required a margin of free thought, enough to the strong willed ones were able to overcome it." He pauses again, and his eyes show a terrible hatred "One tried to defy Melkor once. He just left, hoping never to return. We had to bring him back." He pauses again, his eyes gleaming with red fire, "He was a good friend of mine. That's when I learned quite possibly my most important lesson: Bide your time, stay alive. I and a few my friends scouted out several good hiding places deep in Utumno for the Valar attack we knew would inevitably come. During that attack, we hid. And for over 100 years after, until our population was up to about 400. Then we left, only to find Utumno overrun with savage beasts. We fought them for our new home, until just recently, when they were driven out. After that, we decided to expand southward." He pauses again, the fire subsiding, "If you still don't understand why we're damned, I'll tell you now. I'm technically a half orc. An abomination."