OOC This is a mainplotline RP, its open for anyone who wants to be in these countries as the shadow exceute their plan through semirhage and sammael, taking these two countries. Sammael has ploted and managed to convince the two countries the other country is planing a campaign against them, so pulling back forces and weakening the defence against the tarwins gap to prepare to defend themself against their neighbour. After the battle started between the two countries, Semirhage leads an army of spawn out of Tarwins Gap that spread out through the two countries and help taking them, togheter with the fleeing forces from kandor into shienar.

 

Semirhage grinned her nose, not that she liked the fortress that much, but that was for other reasons. Nuisances as that of beeing mistacen for something else as she walked the halls meditating, she frowned on the thougth, well the intiate learned quickly enoug, but still a nuisance before her showing him she was superior in knowledge and strength, and no lesser intiate as he had mistacen her for. No there was many other places she prefered, but it was indeed preferable to this camp, the plans was to important, to big for her to leave the lead to someone else thoug, there was no room for mistaces.

 

The bligth on the best of days didnt make a good view, nor smelled of roses, but the stench of the spawn camps sorounding the hills where awfull. Her eyes wandered the sorounding area, from one camp to another of trollocs often contesting of eachother, now somewhat controled in her mind by their leaders and here and there a fade, it made her skin craw, hidious creatures.

 

In all mathers considered thoug, and the use to come she was pleased thoug of the numbers. And not all was trollocs either, her eyes walked to the outskirt of the camps, the creatures inside even knowing they where there, and having them several at one place still made her eyes part want to pass over them as not there, and sorounded to guard them lay big black beasts, not hunting as they now where guarding the men and women inside from the trolloc pots.

 

Some trees even futher away was black with crows, and inbetween some bigger shadows, but few, she would have liked more of them, yet maybe for the bether, sometimes at nigth as she looked up she would see the soar over the sky, and hear distant singing as they hunted, beautifull yet full of death, and she was glad they where no where close, self control was all that helped, and she was far from sure everyone in her own camp of humans, where that strong.

 

She turned around and looked at the dreadlords, representatives provided by the fortress, and some called in from other places, yet not as many as planed. Reports from kandor had ment a change of plans, thoug one who hopefully would fall into thier plans quite niftly. So a few had been sent counter orders, and a few sent out from here, as they had learned that the white tower had learned the more advanced ways of moving the weaves had been released down the levels of dreadlords as well some time back. Oh yes they would with this gain the forces once belonging to another as they where hunted from the remains of kandor that they had tried to keep, and togheter with the dreadlords they had sent they would make up a 3rd front.

 

Her eyes turned towards the direction of tarwins gap, Sammael was already preparing the shienarans to defend themself against arafel, and kandor was in war again, it was chaos. Soon now she knew the time would be rigth, the message would arive from Sammael and she would lead the army camped around her out into the borderlands, they would meet with Sammaels forces and the retreating ones from Kandor, and swallow both Shienar and Arafel. They would give the litle children calling themself Aes Sedai in this age the victory of kandor only to crush down on two other nations with a much stronger hold, and repel any medeling the all to small group they had in kandor could come up with.

 

And the master would be pleased, her eyes sougth towards shayol ghul and the pit of doom, yes the race towards nae'blis was on.

T'an drowsed in the shadow of a large stone, it was hot under the afternoon sun. She'd prefer beeing out hunting, but those present of her kin had a guardian task, and such couldnt all leave. Her silvery eyes slowly followed the movement of some trollocs, though they stayed clear. If they did come close it was never alone, only once, the odd youngling had been ripped to pieces by younger dogs for sport and since no one had come alone anywhere close.

 

It didnt mather, they where far from her favourite food anyhow, she would have prefered to seek south towards the lowland of the hills, but their present required them to stay out of sigth from two legged ones. Her eyes wandered over the shadowy kind that she guarded and towards the hill top, those not here with them anyhow. A low growel rumbled in her troath, she had no like for the kind on the hill, one of her younger relatives was licking a wound not far from her, having gone to close. What saved him from sharing the destiny of the trolloc youngling was his age still leaving him under his mothers protection to some degree. She knew if he developed a limp it was but a mather of time thoug, there was no room for disadvantages in the blight.

 

She watched the sun, it had been two days passing since she last had left, tonight she would hunt. Hopefully this wait would be over soon, streaching with a yawn she looked south, it would be a merry hunt, not all would return but that was life, tonights hunt would be lesser thoug.

Narg strode through the crowd of trollocs, some shying away from him, others staring in awe.  He was the trolloc of trollocs.  Well known through the blight, he commanded a horde and killed any who tried to steal that horde.  At least, that is what the others believed.  In truth, Narg was just less clumsy than other trollocs and so lived longer.

 

"Oh great narg, light of all trollocs, defender of food and all that is evil.."  Yes, Nargbert liked his new suck up.  He was proud.

 

"Yes Zimbu, what is it?"  Narg especially found the monkey face of zimbu to be hilarious.  The poor trolloc looked almost... hoo-mahn.  But it was comic relief that kept the poor trolloc around.

 

"Great narg!  When will we attack?  Zimbu want to snack on hoo-mahn leg!  Narg promised Zimbu hoo-mahn leg!  When Zimbu gonna get it!?!"  Wait, was narg just saying he liked zimbu?  Narg dispised the little thing.  Narg mean, look!  He almost looked like hoo-mahn.  How did he put up with this.  He backhanded the ugly thing.

 

"Quiet now.  Narg hold the bleeding sword of trolloc destiny."  Narg pulled the sword out.  Blood dripped to the ground.  He hoped it wasn't spaghetti sauce.  "This sword, being held by great Narg, mean Narg will lead trollocs into hoo-mahn lands and conquer all in the name of the great trolloc!  He will eat his fill of the soft, supple female hoo-mahns.  It will be wonderful."

 

"And then Zimbu get his leg?"

"Yes, then Zimbu get his leg."  Zimbu then peed himself in excitement.  Narg knew the feeling.  Narg was hungry, so he hacked an arm off the nearest trolloc and munched.  The trolloc cried.  Narg was sure it was in pleasure from having its arm eaten by the great Narg!

 

 

 

Nargbert

Greatest Trolloc.... ever! 

 

The iron smell of blood drifted her way, raising her look she shifted her head around, the wind was coming from the trolloc section of the camp. Her ears half rising up as far as she could, she could hear the sounds of trolloc speak, slowly she managed to let her eyes drift till it settled on the individ bleeding.

 

Her eyes futher scaning found another walking away with an arm, a drift of breeze coming her way full of blight sent, but another as well, her sharp nose picked out that of the individ her eyes followed. T'an turned her mind, and slowly placed it, she had seen him in the distance once as younger as they passed a camp. Memory of a relative now dead, an older individ of their pack, pictures passing through her mind of lecturing, already then a leader it didnt seem that the figure had fallen any in grace.

 

She blinked and dumped her head back onto her paws, then shifted around till she found her way deeper into the shadow of her rock. Lazy eyes drifted mindlessly around the camp, all was quiet, like before a storm. Her eyes scanned the horisont for signs of returning hunters as time passed, she felt restless to move, to run.

Battle.  Death.  Destruction.  Harzag could feel the tension, the excitement, and the fear in the air as easily as it could feel the handful of Trollocs it had under its control, a bundle of sensation nestled in the back of its mind.  Its face was devoid of emotion, its eyeless gaze sweeping over the amassed horde of Shadowspawn.  Though it knew that it was one of them, Harzag was above them.  They were mindless killing machines bred for slaughter and chaos.  It was living Death, perfection, Myrddraal.  It was above everything in this mass of twisted life.  An all-too-familiar itch crawled across Harzag's skin.  Well, almost everything...

 

As much as Harzag hated life in general, it held a special sort of hate for those who could channel.  Its gaze did nothing to them, and what good was its superior fighting skill and strength if its opponent could simply incinerate it where it stood?  Of course, there were exceptions.  Harzag owed its existence to a man who could channel, and all Myrddraal were loyal to the Chosen, though that was of necessity.  After all, Myrddraal were not fearless, and the most powerful Aes Sedai- Harzag couldn't even think the title without sneering- to have survived to this present Age were something to be cautious around.  Especially the one that led here.

 

Harzag could see her, its vision far superior to anything human.  Though she was far in the distance atop another hill, there was nobody else that it could be.  Semirhage, a dark human woman in dark clothing that didn't even come close to the darkness hiding behind what would be a rather attractive face, by human standards.  It was a commonly retold story amongst the Myrddraal how she'd been asked to "talk to" a few Myrddraal in what was called the Age of Legends about their particular talent to ride the shadows from place to place.  It was unknown how many died by her questioning, but it became clear that they did not know how they did it.  Harzag may have been cautious when it came to the Chosen, but when it came to Semirhage, there was something that almost felt like fear.

 

Harzag

NSW Fade

He stared at the map.  Many thought a battle was won on the day it was fought.  Few realized the maneuvering that could go on for days, weeks, months, before a battle was ever fought.  In the end, the maneuvering could win or lose the battle, with only the most lucky making a blunder early on and yet still coming out victorious.  Many wonder why he had learned the sword when it was considered an outdated weapon.  Only Lews Therin saw, with him, that the forms, the dance, the outcome, all resembled the interactions between armies.  It could take several forms to set up your opponent for the final blow. 

 

Samuel had spent a lot of time in Shinear.  He had been maneuvering for a long time.  First gaining the ear of the king.  Now sending its army to the border between it and Arafel.  He looked at the map some more.  The Great Lord's army should enter the battle there.  Neither army should be prepared for what was going to hit them.  Of course, he wasn't going to base his whole plan on two armies from the borderlands not liking each other.  The Great Lord's army should have enough troops to deal with both armies if, by some miracle, they band together.

 

He felt the male half of the source being woven and then a voice.  "My lord, the Shinearian army has arrived.  The army from Arafel should arrive shortly."  Samuel nodded.

 

"Excellent.  Talk to the Shinearian commands.  Talk to their troops.  Make them believe that Arafel is coming to attack.  Spread hate in their heart for their borderland companions.  I want these armies to rush each other as soon as they come into contact.  I want no chance for them to talk, to realize it is all a misunderstanding."

 

"Yes my lord.  Also, our armies are ready to descend from Tarwin's gap."

 

"Good, they should be able to descend any day now.  I hope Semirhage knows how to wait till the right second."  The dreadlord did not respond.  He always liked having smart people around him. 

 

"Make sure the armies fight.  Do not fail me.  You are dismissed."  He turned back to the map as he felt another weave and the dreadlord disappearing.  His hand traced down the scar on his cheek.  This would be a great victory, and the credit for it given to him.  Not even Lews Therin could change the tide of this battle.  A grin slipped across his lips.  Nothing could snatch victory from his grasp now.  The Great Lord would be most pleased with him.  He WOULD be Nae'blis.   

 

 

Nargy in Sammy's Clothing

Semirhage growled inwardly at the tap on her tent door, she was bussy, who dared interupt her. The flap flew open and she looked at one of the dreads jumping back. "Yes?!?" seconds passed, unrully unmannered children, "the report is back, the armies are fighting", her stance changed and she droped what was in her hands. "When.." she listened with a half ear as she exited the tent, as soon as the yapping stoped she started talking herself "tear the camp" she turned and wrinkled her nose of the smell coming with the light breeze.

 

Bheind her she could hear the tents going down, she also could feel saidar beeing channeled, and knew saidin was beeing used as well, it made packing easier, though some was also for traveling down into the encampments bellow, alerting the trops of readying themself, they would march before sunset, and press hard through the night.

 

She looked towards Tarwins Gap, soon, the Lord would be so pleased with her, she didnt spare Sammael much thougth, she needed him for now due to his placement, and to help get rid of the others, but in the end she would turn on him too. Yes they would all bow to her, she would indeed be mistress of life and death, and no one would tell her which price's she could take for her service and favors. They would all learn, a smile curved over her lips, the irony smell of blood, turning them on eachother, and once again all would fear her name. No longer would it be a lecture for small children, but for all.

 

She could hear the arousement among the spawn, they where eager now, ready after all this waiting, it would be good. She hardly registrered the sign that all was ready, just barely recognised it and signaled to move on, she would watch from the hills. Unlike the spawn she had no intention to walk the distance, she would follow with the dreads in means of traveling. It was such a pretty view though, success...

 

ooc moving on...lets get the show on the road, we'll have a post from sammaels point view soon too...still posible as well to sign up for this rp on either side of battle with PC's, lent NSW or TTPCs to die

More time had passed, watching the sun move over the skies, and she felt again the need to hunt. Her last one had been rather unsuccessful some smaller prey of rodent size, not enough to satisfy her. But then disruption happened, the camp was stirring, and suddenly she gained messages from those in lead, it was time.

 

T'an was on her feet stretching and moving about in circles to find her own pack, the move towards the hunt was on. Taking her place in the pack as she found it flanking the left side of their charges, she set into the pace. Her eyes and ears observing to pass the time in this dull pace, more then anything she would want to streach out, to run, but it wasnt time yet, they couldnt leave their charges behind. Her eyes sougth towards the entery to the two legged world, how much sooner they could reach it running, a low growl passed over her lips.

 

But slowly as the day passed on they moved closer, and closer still, mist started rolling into the air as evening time came, and as the turn finaly came upon them to move into the gap night was upon them. As they neared the exit she followed custom and broke off togheter with her pack, some of the charges following for still some futher protecting untill they had spread out into the hills, but soon they would leave them behind.

 

Already she could smell smoke in the air, the foremost fronts of the trolloc ranks would have entered into the lands already. Destroying the two legged look outs and heaving destruction upon setlements closest to the gap, thus preventing the word to run ahead of the main force.

 

It was with keen eyes she looked into the night knowing that hunt wasnt far off, and then the pace was picked up. They where circeling to move to their designated hunt area, inwards towards the other borderlands, into the land called Arafel towards the border of the land on the other side. They would be runing throughout the night, and seek back into the hills come day for some rest and slower pace, thus beeing ready to terorise the flank of the battle, and then hunting back in the coming days towards the gap.

 

Trill was beating in her blood, she hardly noticed the country flying by as her legs streached out, it was hard to hold back the howls to not alert of their coming. Her breath the only sound mixing with that of her kin untill dawn came on and they sought out of the fields and into the hills, as the sun hit high upon the skies they sought deeper into the woods and finaly found shade and rest till the sun again was walking towards the horison.

 

T'an felt hunger and her head was lifted high as they entered the night again, they had already been moving at a steady trot for some time now and she knew they where nearing their hunting ground. And then the packleader was breaking off, fialy away from the hills to their right and into the land. They would be herding the battle, soon, her impatient young blood was pumping through her, knowing that those with battleground nearer to the blight entrance already had a day and night of fight. And behind them would be following a trail of trollocs and fades, some already broken into the country, some following still in their tracks to come up behind them and finish off the job they started.

 

And they where faning out, spreading into a close line and breaking off back towards the way they had come, she could smell smoke ahead. And soon small dots of lights where showing, they where closing fast on a small village, and then the leader was howling. T'an joined in with the rest of the pack, and the earie sound of darkhounds on the hunt spread through the night towards the setlement.

Sammael stood alone on the top of a hill, the gentle breeze wafting the banner behind him. Below, his honor guard circled this rise, but they were mere pretties, the trappings of his assumed position and the whole lot of them worth no more than a Dha’vol trolloc or two. But one had to go through certain motions when one was trying to fool fools.

 

In the distance, he heard the shouts of men and the ring of steel on steel. It begins, he thought.

 

In truth, it had begun long ago. But the first fingers of opposing armies had touched each other, where soon fists would form, and more devastating blows would follow. Smiling at the thought of fists, They have no idea, he mused silently, he pictured the developments in his mind’s eye.

 

Soon, the Shienarans would charge here, he traced the map in his head with a thoughtful finger. And the Arafellans will hold and dispense reinforcements to protect their flank… if their commander is smart, he will try and push here, again the Chosen traced the battle map in his mind.

 

No one will suspect that the battle lines they are forming will be completely exposed when their true enemy appears. Again, his mind’s eye scanned a map, tracing out the path to Tarwin’s Gap. It would be all but un-defended because of his subterfuge with the two Borderland nations. And the Trolloc hordes would pour through like a flood, accompanied by the sleek, silent Myyrdraal and the Dreadlords. The Borderland armies would be caught between that force and the surrounding mountains like an acorn between a hammer and anvil.

 

At least, that is how it should work, he acknowledged. No battle plan remained intact after first contact with the enemy, because there is always the unexpected. A brilliant commander rises from the masses, a foolish gamble pays off, some accidental event that snowballs into mass chaos… Yes, the brilliant military tactician admitted to himself, nothing is a given.

 

Smiling, he walked down the hill to join his men. Of course, I’ve a back-up plan or two, myself.

 

The sun just peeked over the horizon when the first blood was spilled.

The war had gone well so far, the reinforcements of left over forces fleeing Kandor had only helped quicken their cause. But even without them the plan of Sammael had been geniously, and all the confusion had worked as well as expected and better in some cases. Two countries would soon form the center for her and Sammael to operate safely from without having to slink in the shadows, it had amused her much to practise the same practises as before she had been bound.

 

Even stuborn people bent for her in the end, even these so called corageous borderlanders where coming to fear  her as much as they should. And some of the dreadlords where doing a mighty fine job of backing her, causing rumors in some cases of destructions she had no taking in at all. Yes there was nothing like fear to disuade people, and the areas they had full controll over expanded every day now.

 

She trailed her finger over the maps infront of her, sticking a few more pis into them, all as planed, there had been some setback by reports a few places, but overall... Semirhage smiled as she turned away from the map and walked outside to get some fresh air.

 

The evening was cool, a cooler temperature then in long, she had had to take on a jacket as she was walking through the camp. Sudenly out of no where a ice cold wind ghust flew through the camp, just to be gone again as soon as it came, though leaving the evening another notch colder. Semirhage could see people grab for jackets, and somewhere in the night she could hear the unsetled sounds of the spawns dismay. She sat down by one of the fires by where the dreadlords held camp, and accepted a cup of tea.

 

She was just about to listen in to catch what they talked about when she chould hear a rustle in the leaves, and sudenly it felt like the temperature was droping, and sudenly something wet hit her nose, she looked up amased at snowcorns falling slowly from the sky, first just a few spread ones, but rapidly the white blanket grew ticker. Shields to keep the snow out came up and soon sorounded the whole drealdord section of camp, outside them soldiers could be see tossing more wood on the fires before seeking into their tents.

 

She looked up at the sky now all grey and white, the stars all gone, was this another one of Sammaels plot, was he that thigth with the Great Lord to get such a change. If that was the case he would hear it for not warning her, she frowned as she set down the cup and retreated to her tenth, she didnt like surprices. Laying on her bedmath pondering, she reached the descision it couldnt be, the Lord had used to long to maintain the weather hot, with the damages coming from that. No she descided, something else was amiss, something else would be drawing on their Lords attention, something he needed his strength for, enough so to let go of his grip, but what. Some ploy of the dragons for sure, she would have given a lot to know just what though.

 

At last an unsteady sleep took her after setting guardwards to keep herself safe, and she woke early by damp from her breath falling down onto her face. After she dressed she peeked outside, a thin blanket of snow covered the ground, ducking out of the tenth she looked around in amazement. It was a clear and brigth day, the sun was up but not giving any warmth, and everything was covered by the white blanket. Walking to the nearest fire she was happy to see that some was earlier up then her, and had made broth, it would be needed for those who awoke to get the warmth in them.

 

She looked towards the horision, somewhere out there was Sammael, how was he dealing with this weather, and how would it affect the battle.

 

 

Nemene looked out the window, sipping her tea. The meeting with Sammael had gone well, they had regained control over both countries, the battles was done, and only squirmishes still arose in small scale here and there. And the snow outside was slowly hiding the blood of the batles, covering the new country in a white blanket, a beauty in itself though there was something beautifull in the crimson red of blood as well.

 

She put down the cup in the window frame and turned around taking in the sigth of her new rom, yes much more preferable to living in the field. She had already had a lot taken out of it, she would need to redecorate more suiting to her need, it had been to light. But the new color suited her, as did the mahogny funitures she had put in, the anteroom served as a traveling chamber, and the shelves was slowly filling up with tools of her liking.

 

Yes her new base was a good one, she enjoyed the mansion, once belonging to a lord now gone during the war with his entire line, but for a babe. It had been her pleasure to remove the pesky women, the child would be raised in the way of the shadows, they would need people to help run the world one day. She had made sure to have the nursery on the other side of the house though, children cries was not the disturbance she wanted. Yet it could not be denied, the child where easier to form then grown ups, already other children had been taken in, also because it made their noble families behave.

 

It was geniously, and it had worked, Shienar and Arafel was now in their hands, under new rule. They would have a challenge to make sure the spawn didnt leave it as dead as Malkieri though, but there was enough run aways, people who wanted to opose them, or otherwise tried to press at the boarders somewhat to test their strength. No she contemplated, there would be no lack of food yet, and more people where accepting their new fate, geting back to work, opressed by their new rulers.

 

Her thougths where disturbed by a chrash and a scream, a howl outside, she sighed and went to investigate.

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