Thanks for the reviews guys; I'm glad you all like it so far. The chaos is still only just beginning, so I hope you like this next chapter! As usual reviews are greatly appreciated
Previously on Survivor: Nae'blisThe Forsaken fight a lot more because they did imitations of each other, Padan Fain joins the group to the Chosen's displeasure. Demandred founds the "Hate Lews Therin" club, and Lanfear creates the "Love Lews Therin" club in response. Callandor breaks and Be'lal goes mad, he finds Rahvin in the forest and detonates dynamite and Nitro-glycerin after Padan Fain collides into Rahvin while screaming "NEVER OVER!". The Forsaken are split, and Asmodean is again on the run from a flaming object…
(2 hours later at the original campsite, now known as the "Hate Tribe", Shaidar Haran steps out of a black gateway.)
Shaidar Haran: Chosen, it is time for your next…
(Shaidar Haran looks at Aginor, Demandred, and Sammael)
Shaidar Haran: … where are the others?
Demandred: Oh, you mean the "Love Lews Therin" club? They went to the other side of the island to be failures. We broke into tribes.
Shaidar Haran: "Love Lews Therin club"? What do you bloody mean you "broke into tribes", I make your TRIBES! You can't split up because you can't work together, you 13 are known for your lack of trust and failure to cooperate! Watching you try is what makes my job fun!
Demandred: Well sorry to burst your bubble bud, but we're now part of the "Hate Lews Therin" club, and there's nothing you can do about it.
Shaidar Haran: I've had it up to HERE with you Demandred! (Holds hand above his head)
Aginor: Calm down Mr. "Hand of the Dark". Why don't you "hand" me a beer from that cooler and give me a "hand" opening it.
(Shaidar Haran starts stammering and trying to say something while his pasty pale face begins growing redder and redder)
Demandred: Yea S.H., how bout you bug off, we're busy being cool here.
(Demandred, Sammael, and Aginor open up beers and hold them up in a toast)
Sammael: To Illian!
Demandred: And to the death of al'Thor!
(All Forsaken shout in agreement and clang beers together, then take a big gulp of Sammael Adams, always a good choice. Shaidar Haran stares in disbelief at the obvious lack of respect. He should just send them all to Tom's room now, but if he did that too often, the Great Lord would surely be ticked off. He wasn't supposed to abuse his powers. Instead of lashing out at these spines, he decides to check up on the "Love Tribe". Shaidar Haran shakes his head and steps back into the black gateway. He closes that one and opens another to the other side of the island, where he sees Mesaana lounging in the sand reading a book, Lanfear fixing her hair in a mirror, and Semirhage torturing an crab with a stick)
Shaidar Haran: Just what has happened here? You decided to SPLIT the tribe?
Semirhage: (While still poking the crab) yyyyyyyyyyyyyep…
Lanfear: Bout the size of it, S.H.
Shaidar Haran: For the love of the Great Lord, why does everyone call me S.H.?
Lanfear: Cuz you're a bitch.
(Shaidar Haran's dace grew darker than it ever had, he would not stand for this. These Chosen dared defy him? He was Hand of the Dark! They would be taught respect if it was the last thing he did! The only problem was that he needed the Great Lord's permission to exert any punishment on the Chosen in this game. The time he sent Demandred to Tom's room is not necessarily a punishment as much as it was annoying and terrifying, so it was within the confines of his power. But there was definite need for a meeting with his master. Shaidar Haran did not respond to Lanfear's comment, he merely stepped through the gateway and appeared in the Pit of Doom, letting the gateway close)
Shai'tan: SHAIDAR HARAN. HAS NAE'BLIS BEEN CHOSEN YET?
(The voice boomed and filled the entire cavern. To any mortal it would have brought them to their knees in pain, but Shaidar Haran was not a mere mortal)
Shaidar Haran: No Great Lord, in fact… a lot of unexpected things have occurred…
(Shaidar Haran explains about everything that's happened so far, including the tribe splitting and the Chosen's disrespect)
Shai'tan: What do you mean they broke into tribes? (Shai'tan squeaked) Err… I mean: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY BROKE INTO TRIBES? HOW DARE THEY DISRESPECT MY HAND OF THE DARK? WHAT ABOUT MY PRIZED CHOSEN, ISHAMAEL, WHY HASN'T HE KEPT THEM IN LINE AS HE ALWAYS DOES?
Shaidar Haran: He uh… he kind of went mad again and swam over the horizon… I'm not quite sure where he is now.
Shai'tan: CREATOR DAMNIT! HE TENDS TO GO MAD QUITE A BIT LATELY… WELL HE'S DOING NO GOOD TO ME OR THE OTHERS SWIMMING AROUND THE WORLD. FIND HIM SHAIDAR HARAN, AND BRING HIM BACK TO THE ISLAND NO MATTER WHAT. AS FOR THE CHOSEN'S DISRESPECT…
(Shaidar Haran's malicious smile widened as the Dark One spoke)
(Back on the island…)
Mesaana: So Lanfear, I was thinking about writing…
(Suddenly blackened fire begins falling from the sky, winds gust at 140 mph, and thunder roars across the sky as lightning rains. All the Forsaken scream at scatter on the beach in different directions while dodging bolts)
Shaidar Haran: HAHAHA! BURN! BURN! REMEMBER, AND KNOW THE PRICE OF OPPOSING SHAI'TAN!
(Shaidar Haran cackles madly while holding his hands in the air amidst the chaos)
(5 minutes later at the "Hate Tribe"…)
Demandred: Very insightful of you Sammael. So, in theory, this man from Nantucket…
(Suddenly tornados appear and begin hurling sand everywhere, while rabid weasels rain from the sky and latch onto the Forsaken)
Demandred: Great Lord, it's eating out the back of my eyes!
Aginor: This is why I prefer Trollocs!
Sammael: Illian is MINE!
(Shaidar Haran floats in the air above the chaos while doing his favorite cackle)
Shaidar Haran: YES MY PETS! BITE THEM UNTIL IT BURNS! MAKE THEM PAY! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
(Asmodean runs out of the forest with Balthamel right behind him)
Asmodean: Guy's you gotta help me! He is gonna…
(Asmodean trails off and looks with wide eyes at the chaos. Balthamel runs up to Asmodean, then slows down and stands at his side, letting the flaming branch drop from his hand. They both stare at the chaotic scene a moment, then look at each other. Suddenly a weasel latches onto Asmodean's face)
Asmodean: OH, GREAT LORD! IT HURTS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
(3 more weasels latch onto Asmodean's face and he collapses backwards. Balthamel takes off running as a tornado chases after him.)
Shaidar Haran: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(10 minutes later)
(Demandred, Aginor, Sammael, Lanfear, Mesaana, and Semirhage, Asmodean, and Balthamel are all sitting down in the sand with Shaidar Haran standing over them, looking down at them impassively. All the Forsaken have bruises and cuts all over their body. Bits of Mesaana's hair still singes with a small flame, Asmodean has scratch marks all over his face, and Lanfear looks like she got into a fight with a vacuum cleaner and lost)
Shaidar Haran: Now, Chosen, who is your daddy?
(The Forsaken grumble something incoherent)
Shaidar Haran: Now I can't hear you. Answer me when I ask you a question. Who is your daddy?
All Forsaken: You are…
Shaidar Haran: And when daddy commands, what do you do?
All Forsaken: We obey…
Shaidar Haran: Good, now you may have your little "tribes", it will actually be fun to see how this turns out. Be forewarned that when there are a total of 6 of you left, you will remerge into one group. Now there is the matter of Asmodean and Balthamel. To decide who goes on which team…
Aginor: Dibs on Balthamel!
Shaidar Haran: … ok that settles that.
(Balthamel walks over to "Hate Tribe" and pounds fists with Aginor)
Shaidar Haran: Then Asmodean is part of the "Love Tribe".
Asmodean: Awww… cmon! You guys will regret not choosing me! We're gonna-
(Balthamel quickly steps forward and Asmodean leaps backward into Semirhage's arms. Semirhage just looks at him and he smiles back nervously)
Asmodean: You know you have beautiful eyes…
(Semirhage drops Asmodean and crosses her arms beneath her breasts with a scowl)
Shaidar Haran: It is time for your next challenge, Chosen. Since you are two tribes now, you will compete against each other. The losing tribe will be the ones voting one of their own out tonight. Come with me, I will bring you to your challenge area.
(Shaidar Haran leads the Forsaken through the jungle)
Demandred: Couldn't you just… gateway us there?
(Shaidar Haran stops walking and pauses a moment in thought)
Shaidar Haran: Just for that, we're going to continue walking.
Homer Simpson: Doh!
(All Forsaken turn toward Homer. He just stares back at them with wide eyes, and then slowly walks away backwards. The Forsaken continue staring until he disappears in the bushes)
Shaidar Haran: (shakes head) I hate when that happens.
Demandred: Who was-
Shaidar Haran: Silence!
(The Forsaken continue following Shaidar Haran until they reach the challenge arena. It is a large circular hole in the ground that's filled with water and has a waterfall flowing into it. Across the hole is a wooden bridge that doesn't look too stable)
Shaidar Haran: The purpose of this activity is simple: Knock all members of the opposing tribe off the bridge and be the last tribe with members on the bridge.
Lanfear: You're going down Demandred!
Demandred: Not before I see you on the bottom of that pool!
Mesaana: I am armed with infinite knowledge, there's no way I can lose.
Aginor: On the contrary, I am the master of information. And as sure as I have a fetish with Trollocs, you're going down.
(The Forsaken take their places on their respective sides of the bridge)
Shaidar Haran: BEGIN!
Asmodean: We're gonna-
(Lanfear pushes Asmodean off the bridge)
Asmodean: Traaaaaaaaitor!
(Asmodean plunges into the water)
Demandred: Getting a bit shaky isn't it?
(Demandred begins shaking the bridge)
Lanfear: You know you'll only end up sinking yourself, Demandred. You always-
Sammael: ILLIAN!
(Sammael crashes into Lanfear and tackles her off the bridge. Asmodean emerges from under the water)
Asmodean: When I get my hands on-
(Sammael and Lanfear land on Asmodean, sending him back under the water)
Lanfear: Damnit! Why do I always get tackled into things?
Semirhage: Who wants some?
(Semirhage cracks her knuckles. Aginor and Balthamel take a step backward and get behind Demandred)
Demandred: Fine I'll take the too-tall-for-a-woman sadist.
(Semirhage's eyes smoldered dangerously and slowly walked toward Demandred)
Demandred: Uh… on second thought, hows about you take her Aggy, you're always boasting about your strength in the One Power.
Aginor: Yea exactly, in the One Power. I'm just an old man physically!
Balthamel: ………
Demandred: Great idea Balthamel, let's try it!
(Demandred, Aginor, and Balthamel line the bridge side to side and face down Semirhage. Mesaana is behind Semirhage with a notebook out writing furiously)
Demandred and Aginor: Get her!
(Demandred and Aginor lunge at Semirhage who does a matrix style jump in the air and kicks Demandred in the side of the head, while elbowing Aginor in the gut with her opposite arm. Semirhage lands serenely back on the bridge and Demandred and Aginor fall off the bridge on either side and plunge into the water. Semirhage strikes a martial-arts pose and faces down Balthamel)
Semirhage: Face me coward!
(Balthamel strikes a similar pose and then both of them leap into the air at each other. While suspended in mid-air above the bridge, the two of them exchange punch for punch, kick for kick DBZ style for all you who want a better picture. They both back-flip back to their starting spots and land in another pose. The Forsaken from the pool below stare in awe as these 2 Forsaken get ready for round two. Mesaana is still writing in her notebook even faster than before. Smoke is seen rising from the book from all the friction. Shaidar Haran has a big smile on his face as he watches the onslaught. Balthamel and Semirhage launch into another full out assault, dodging under each others kicks to return a punch, which was only blocked and responded to by another kick. Suddenly Balthamel was caught off guard and was sent tumbling back on his side of the bridge)
Semirhage: So Balthamel, what are you gonna do now?
Mesaana: According to my calculations, Balthamel, you have exactly a 3 chance of winning.
Aginor: (Distant voice) 5…
(Shaidar Haran leaned forward intently and all the Forsaken in the water held their breath, Asmodean most of all because he was still under the water trying to swim to the top. Balthamel stood up slowly and turned to look toward Semirhage. Suddenly he shrugged, produced scissors from his cloak, and sniped the ropes that bound the bridge. The bridge collapsed and sent Mesaana, Semirhage, and Balthamel falling into the pool of water at the same time. Semirhage swam to the surface with a angry look on her face)
Semirhage: That's not fair Shaidar Haran! He can't destroy the bridge!
(Shaidar Haran truly looked confused for a while as he thought)
Shaidar Haran: Well… I didn't say he COULDN'T destroy the bridge… (Whisper) didn't think any one would be stupid enough to do that…
Semirhage: Oh, for the love of the Great Lord…
Shaidar Haran: It is decided! Because I did not elaborate exactly on the rules, no one goes to the Council of Fate tonight. Tomorrow is another thing entirely, and there will be no more ties. NOW GO BACK TO CAMP BEFORE I EAT YOUR ORGANS!
(All the Forsaken splash out of the water, each dunking Asmodean as they pass him to get out)
(The Forsaken arrive at camp and get some fruit and cookies from the food pile. The Hate and Love tribes camp in the same area against their own wishes. Shaidar Haran told them if they made him gateway to two separate campsites each time he wished to speak with them, that he would most definitely punish them again)
Demandred: Good thinking back there, Balthamel. You showed Ms. Calculates-a-lot who knows what about winning.
Mesaana: Oh, haha. How was I supposed to know he'd kamikaze us?
Aginor: If you were smart you would've thought of the possibility, but you decided to be anti-smart and it cost you the win.
Semirhage: Excuse me Aginor? Speaking of smart moves, what the hell were you thinking when you and Demandred lunged at me? What kind of a tactic is that?
Aginor: (Shrugs) I dunno, Balthamel told us to do it.
Semirhage: Balthamel… told you to do it…? You mean he spoke?
Aginor: Well… not speak per-say, but he communicated me his idea.
Lanfear: Yea you're as mad as Ishamael ever was, Aggy.
Aginor: How dare you compare me to that man? I am more brilliant than he will ever be!
Mesaana: Speaking of Ishamael I wonder where he is?
(The Forsaken all lay down by the campfire and they only have to knock Sammael unconscious once before they fully slept. The next morning they all wake up to find and find that their food is missing)
Demandred: Oh, this is just great. How is our food gone? We had an entire pile last night.
Sammael: Tsag!
(Meanwhile in the Pit of Doom)
Shai'tan: WELL MY HAND OF THE DARK, HAVE YOU FOUND HIM?
Shaidar Haran: Umm… yes and no… You see I found him, but there's one minor problem…
(Back at camp)
(The Forsaken see a man with hair as black as the night and a coat even blacker than that. His eyes were like blue sapphires that seemed to cool the campsite while casting heat at the same time. The clearly dangerous man stepped up to the others with his grim face dark with hatred. All the Forsaken braced themselves for a fight, when suddenly…)
Evil Guy: Hi!
(All the Forsaken were caught off balance by the cheeriness the man suddenly displayed)
Evil Guy: Wacha all up to?
Demandred: Who… who are you?
(The man's happy face twisted to rage and he shouted back at Demandred)
Moridin: FOOLS! I AM MORIDIN! I AM THE DARK ONE!
Lanfear: …Ishamael?
(Moridin's face went utterly blank for a moment, then was replaced by a bright smile as he turned toward Lanfear)
Moridin: My dear, yes that is what I used to be called. Moridin is my name now.
(The Forsaken were again startled by the quick changes in Moridin's mood)
Demandred: You look… different Ishy…
(Moridin snarled in blind rage at Demandred)
Moridin: FOOL! I AM MORIDIN! I AM ISHAMAEL NO LONGER! … I kinda died…
All other Forsaken: You died? HOW?
(Moridin's voice took on a calm and steady tone)
Moridin: Let's just say I did some things that I'm not very proud of…
(Flashes back quickly to Ishamael running to the top of a hill over looking the farm where the Black Tower is located. Hundreds of Asha'man are in the middle of training)
Ishamael: FOOLISH WORMS! BOW DOWN TO ME! I AM THE DARK ONE! YOUR ONLY SALVATION IS SERVING ME!
(Thousands of lightning bolts strike Ishamael through the chest)
(Returns from flashback)
Aginor: Well what did you-
Moridin: I DON'T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT OK?