New Beginnings Chapter 5
The Time of Slavery
Many days had passed since the battle of The Tower of Moon, Seon was still being tortured beyond belief for the enemy wished to know the secrets he had been told for he was the Kings guard and Captain of the army of Gondor. Seon was a man of pride and wasn't easy to break but the torment began to drive him mad. He was know being stretched by equipment used by the dark lord Sauron in his reign. Seon and a couple of his commanders know were shackled to the wall in there cell for they were rarely fed and watered, they never saw light only the gloom of there cell and orcs also. Donvan often visited to torment them and ask of the secrets of Gondor. They asked the men and especially Seon of were there armys were located and what allies they had up north, they also asked of the secret realms often spoken aloud. Seon and his men kept shut but most of the time the orcs grew impatient and fed the men to the beasts below in the cavern.
As the men were captured Imrahil woke to see his horse dead and the Balrog gone he quickly scrambled to his feet and his head was cut he was also very weary. Imrahil wondered were the King was he could see a patch of grass with a body print in it and blood leading off down the river into the mountains below. He looked about him and found his horse dead being eaten by crows and he grew grave for above him he could see a darkness of cloud spreading from Minas Morgul (the tower of moon). Imrahil began his march down the river to find his King and his beloved Nephew but he knew it was in vain. As he walked he could see trees half burnt and that a great struggle had taken place here he knew the Balrog must have pursued the King, his face know grew grey and he slowly carried on his search. Imrahil finally came to a small village which was burnt to the ground he found one of the villagers sitting alone upon a burnt house crying to himself he was a woodman by the looks of him.
Imrahil stood beside the man and looked around for he looked to be the only survivor he then began to speak to the man, "Good fellow what has happened to your village?" he know stood looking at the man.
The man looked up, the man had very dark eyes and dark hair his hair was short and he did not have a beard but small growth. His attire was that of a woods man and he bore a bow in his hand.
He looked to Imrahil, "Not one day ago did this happen, I was in the woods with my fellow woodsman we heard great cry's and roaring from a beast we have never seen before. I and my kin ran back to the village only to find this great beast of fire burning and killing my village to the ground. We managed to grab our bows and fight the beast but it was in vain the flame beast killed all and I was knocked to the ground into darkness. I awoke to find my village destroyed and my people gone" he sighed and looked to the ground.
Imrahil sighed, "I am sorry for your loss, but was the Balrog chasing anyone or battling with anyone?, and what is your name good sir" Imrahil waited patiently for an answer from the woodsman.
The man never looked at Imrahil, "There was a man clad in great armour of Gondor he battled the creature but I did not know if he perished in the battle. My name is Genry I am a woodsman of this village, you must be a lord of some kind for your appearance is of Kingship" the man know had his eyes fixed on Imrahill.
Imrahils face grew grave know, "Then my pursuit has been in vain all is lost. I must keep hope and keep on looking for my King, thank you Genry for your council I will know depart" Imrahil began to walk.
Genry stood up and shouted to Imrahil, "I will help you in this search for I have no home know my lord" he caught up to Imrahil and they began to walk together.
For many days they talked about tidings and grew to be good friends. They travlled a great distance and often camped at many caves along the road, Imrahil often thought of what had happened to the King or the rest of the company and the battle that took place many days ago. Imrahil and Genry came to a great mountain ridge; they climbed the mountain for many hours. Once they reached the top they looked down into a sort of Oasis were hundreds of slaves were working being instructed by Orcs and other evil beasts.
Imrahil peered over the edge and looked back to Genry, "These are peasants and villagers being enslaved, the battle must have gone ill for such a tragedy to unfold. Come we must take a closer look" Imrahil began to climb down with Genry following him.
As Imrahil and Genry came close to the slave camp Seon was beginning to change for the worst in the slave pits deep under Minas Morgul. Donvan know commanded a great host of orcs and many other beasts of the world. He rarely left the tower but commanded personally his elite commanding orcs. Seon and only a select few were left know in the dungeons and pits below the dark tower they were rarely fed and grew weak. The men were questioned daily by Donvan and his commanders most of the men cracked under pressure and told little secrets but Seon knew the full secrets of Gondor but he was a tough man and would be hard to break. Seon began to grow lonely he was often left alone in his cell shackled and tortured beyond belief for many months he lay in chains know since the tidings of the war had left and Imrahil had set out in pursuit of the King. Seon was taken by Donvan and his men from his cell and dragged down the corridor down below the pits past the screaming and horrible sounds he couldn't see anything as the orcs dragged him and Donvan gave orders. They finnaly came to a great chamber full of darkness with dim lights leading from the doorway Seon had been led from, he suddenly felt a great gush of wind as Donvan bowed and left Seon alone in the darkness while the gate behind slammed shut leaving Seon alone in darkness.
A great gush of wind knocked Seon back and a great voice could be heard, "Son of Gondor! You must be wondering who I am or why my puppet brought you here. In time you will know who I am for I have walked this earth long before anyone in this time for I am feared among men and evils of this world. You may have heard of me but you will soon find out. The methods my servants have used to dismantle secrets from you and your men is not what I would perform for you will not stand my wrath!" with this the voice gave a great cry and Seon cowered screaming for the voice to stop, for this was the torment of Seon.
Imrahil and Genry were know in sight of the camp and could see most of the peasants were that of the realm of Rohan. Imrahil sighed as they both lay behind a crate of equipment. There weren't many guards and Imrahil noticed above them that there were towers around the mountain ridge and many archers positioned but not paying attention. This was indeed a slavery camp and Imrahil knew the time of slavery was about to begin the world would never be the same again he had to find the King in order to restore some kind of hope.
Imrahil touched Genry on the shoulder and smiled, "Genry I will not ask you to help me in this task, for it is a suicide mission to save the prisoners."
Genry smiled and drew his bow, "I will follow you to whatever end my lord."
Imrahil drew his great sword and slowly walked to the left of the camp while Genry aimed his bow at the orcs positioned around the mountain range and towers. Imrahil turned to Genry and nodded for Genry released an arrow which struck the orc in the upper chest killing it immediately. The air was cool and the sky black for in this dark hour Imrahils sword shone bright. Genry released arrow after arrow until he missed his final target and the orc fled screaming into the wood. This noise alerted some of the heavily armed orcs near the prisoners, Imrahil quickly charged them with his sword killing four of the orcs guarding the prisoners. Imrahil used his sword to smash the cages in which the prisoners were held, the prisoners cheered and grabbed what weapons they could, finally Imrahil had released all of the prisoners while Genry kept watch on the mountain ridge for most of the orcs had fled for they feared Imrahils blade.
Imrahil looked to the men and women of Gondor and Rohan, "People of this beloved land know is the time to rise up once again and strike, we have suffered much but I believe this is our new beginning it is a test by the valor to show our courage and hope"
The peasants cheered as Imrahil stood tall in stature and looked like a king once again, "Know follow me, follow me to whatever end."
As Imrahil spoke an arrow of fire came firing over the heads of the men and Imrahil could see Genry waving to them for the fleeing orcs had alerted the nearby outpost and hundreds of orcs marched toward the camp. Imrahil had to act quick for he new these peasants were no match to the organised orcs. Many things went through Imrahils mind and he wondered how such a great force could be alerted so quickly and how an outpost so close to his home land was hidden, he then remembered about his travels up north and wondered if that was his road to take.
Genry marched to Imrahil and spoke to him almost out of breath, "Imrahil there is a great host of orcs, we don't stand a chance in this valley we must seek higher ground"
Imrahil nodded as the great company left the valley and headed north to the forgotten realms.
Many days had passed since the battle of The Tower of Moon, Seon was still being tortured beyond belief for the enemy wished to know the secrets he had been told for he was the Kings guard and Captain of the army of Gondor. Seon was a man of pride and wasn't easy to break but the torment began to drive him mad. He was know being stretched by equipment used by the dark lord Sauron in his reign. Seon and a couple of his commanders know were shackled to the wall in there cell for they were rarely fed and watered, they never saw light only the gloom of there cell and orcs also. Donvan often visited to torment them and ask of the secrets of Gondor. They asked the men and especially Seon of were there armys were located and what allies they had up north, they also asked of the secret realms often spoken aloud. Seon and his men kept shut but most of the time the orcs grew impatient and fed the men to the beasts below in the cavern.
As the men were captured Imrahil woke to see his horse dead and the Balrog gone he quickly scrambled to his feet and his head was cut he was also very weary. Imrahil wondered were the King was he could see a patch of grass with a body print in it and blood leading off down the river into the mountains below. He looked about him and found his horse dead being eaten by crows and he grew grave for above him he could see a darkness of cloud spreading from Minas Morgul (the tower of moon). Imrahil began his march down the river to find his King and his beloved Nephew but he knew it was in vain. As he walked he could see trees half burnt and that a great struggle had taken place here he knew the Balrog must have pursued the King, his face know grew grey and he slowly carried on his search. Imrahil finally came to a small village which was burnt to the ground he found one of the villagers sitting alone upon a burnt house crying to himself he was a woodman by the looks of him.
Imrahil stood beside the man and looked around for he looked to be the only survivor he then began to speak to the man, "Good fellow what has happened to your village?" he know stood looking at the man.
The man looked up, the man had very dark eyes and dark hair his hair was short and he did not have a beard but small growth. His attire was that of a woods man and he bore a bow in his hand.
He looked to Imrahil, "Not one day ago did this happen, I was in the woods with my fellow woodsman we heard great cry's and roaring from a beast we have never seen before. I and my kin ran back to the village only to find this great beast of fire burning and killing my village to the ground. We managed to grab our bows and fight the beast but it was in vain the flame beast killed all and I was knocked to the ground into darkness. I awoke to find my village destroyed and my people gone" he sighed and looked to the ground.
Imrahil sighed, "I am sorry for your loss, but was the Balrog chasing anyone or battling with anyone?, and what is your name good sir" Imrahil waited patiently for an answer from the woodsman.
The man never looked at Imrahil, "There was a man clad in great armour of Gondor he battled the creature but I did not know if he perished in the battle. My name is Genry I am a woodsman of this village, you must be a lord of some kind for your appearance is of Kingship" the man know had his eyes fixed on Imrahill.
Imrahils face grew grave know, "Then my pursuit has been in vain all is lost. I must keep hope and keep on looking for my King, thank you Genry for your council I will know depart" Imrahil began to walk.
Genry stood up and shouted to Imrahil, "I will help you in this search for I have no home know my lord" he caught up to Imrahil and they began to walk together.
For many days they talked about tidings and grew to be good friends. They travlled a great distance and often camped at many caves along the road, Imrahil often thought of what had happened to the King or the rest of the company and the battle that took place many days ago. Imrahil and Genry came to a great mountain ridge; they climbed the mountain for many hours. Once they reached the top they looked down into a sort of Oasis were hundreds of slaves were working being instructed by Orcs and other evil beasts.
Imrahil peered over the edge and looked back to Genry, "These are peasants and villagers being enslaved, the battle must have gone ill for such a tragedy to unfold. Come we must take a closer look" Imrahil began to climb down with Genry following him.
As Imrahil and Genry came close to the slave camp Seon was beginning to change for the worst in the slave pits deep under Minas Morgul. Donvan know commanded a great host of orcs and many other beasts of the world. He rarely left the tower but commanded personally his elite commanding orcs. Seon and only a select few were left know in the dungeons and pits below the dark tower they were rarely fed and grew weak. The men were questioned daily by Donvan and his commanders most of the men cracked under pressure and told little secrets but Seon knew the full secrets of Gondor but he was a tough man and would be hard to break. Seon began to grow lonely he was often left alone in his cell shackled and tortured beyond belief for many months he lay in chains know since the tidings of the war had left and Imrahil had set out in pursuit of the King. Seon was taken by Donvan and his men from his cell and dragged down the corridor down below the pits past the screaming and horrible sounds he couldn't see anything as the orcs dragged him and Donvan gave orders. They finnaly came to a great chamber full of darkness with dim lights leading from the doorway Seon had been led from, he suddenly felt a great gush of wind as Donvan bowed and left Seon alone in the darkness while the gate behind slammed shut leaving Seon alone in darkness.
A great gush of wind knocked Seon back and a great voice could be heard, "Son of Gondor! You must be wondering who I am or why my puppet brought you here. In time you will know who I am for I have walked this earth long before anyone in this time for I am feared among men and evils of this world. You may have heard of me but you will soon find out. The methods my servants have used to dismantle secrets from you and your men is not what I would perform for you will not stand my wrath!" with this the voice gave a great cry and Seon cowered screaming for the voice to stop, for this was the torment of Seon.
Imrahil and Genry were know in sight of the camp and could see most of the peasants were that of the realm of Rohan. Imrahil sighed as they both lay behind a crate of equipment. There weren't many guards and Imrahil noticed above them that there were towers around the mountain ridge and many archers positioned but not paying attention. This was indeed a slavery camp and Imrahil knew the time of slavery was about to begin the world would never be the same again he had to find the King in order to restore some kind of hope.
Imrahil touched Genry on the shoulder and smiled, "Genry I will not ask you to help me in this task, for it is a suicide mission to save the prisoners."
Genry smiled and drew his bow, "I will follow you to whatever end my lord."
Imrahil drew his great sword and slowly walked to the left of the camp while Genry aimed his bow at the orcs positioned around the mountain range and towers. Imrahil turned to Genry and nodded for Genry released an arrow which struck the orc in the upper chest killing it immediately. The air was cool and the sky black for in this dark hour Imrahils sword shone bright. Genry released arrow after arrow until he missed his final target and the orc fled screaming into the wood. This noise alerted some of the heavily armed orcs near the prisoners, Imrahil quickly charged them with his sword killing four of the orcs guarding the prisoners. Imrahil used his sword to smash the cages in which the prisoners were held, the prisoners cheered and grabbed what weapons they could, finally Imrahil had released all of the prisoners while Genry kept watch on the mountain ridge for most of the orcs had fled for they feared Imrahils blade.
Imrahil looked to the men and women of Gondor and Rohan, "People of this beloved land know is the time to rise up once again and strike, we have suffered much but I believe this is our new beginning it is a test by the valor to show our courage and hope"
The peasants cheered as Imrahil stood tall in stature and looked like a king once again, "Know follow me, follow me to whatever end."
As Imrahil spoke an arrow of fire came firing over the heads of the men and Imrahil could see Genry waving to them for the fleeing orcs had alerted the nearby outpost and hundreds of orcs marched toward the camp. Imrahil had to act quick for he new these peasants were no match to the organised orcs. Many things went through Imrahils mind and he wondered how such a great force could be alerted so quickly and how an outpost so close to his home land was hidden, he then remembered about his travels up north and wondered if that was his road to take.
Genry marched to Imrahil and spoke to him almost out of breath, "Imrahil there is a great host of orcs, we don't stand a chance in this valley we must seek higher ground"
Imrahil nodded as the great company left the valley and headed north to the forgotten realms.