Darkness, the common theme of the month, a dull brown hall of glass prisons for the treasures which they kept, the San Francisco of Museum of Natural History, a light that screamed across the air from the tip of Gandalf's staff lit the path that was concealed in black. "Fools," he cursed under his breath, " leave such a weapon of power in a communal monetary as if it something to be praised," what they seek eluded them in plain sight, kept safe behind frail glass,
"It's a museum, it's supposed to be the point," she grew irritated by the second with the wizards whining. "anyway if they knew wouldn't you think they would of kept somewhere secure like a huger vault if they knew how important it was?" a simple 'humph!' and the conversation was left as that, they continued to browse. "Where the hell is this god-damn thing! Lego-man?"
"Legolas," he corrected, those eyes again narrow and piercing, as if to star through solid rock, "it's here, the sheer power of such a thing is making its presence known," never a straight answer from him, Piper simply had to take that as a yes, "Do you think the other bear greater success than we do?" with a simple signal Piper ordered Paige to the other groups that searched the levels of the museum. In a orb of white light she was gone.
"What have we got?" she asked Leo, Paige ignored a startled and disgruntled Gimli being natured by Aowen,
"Absolutely Bloody Nothing If You Would Rid Us With You Witchery!" definitely disgruntled.
"Nothing, we've search all three wings but got nothing, "What about Phoebe?"
"It's here I'm sure of it," she reassures, "haven't heard from our king and queen since we split up so you might want to check with them," the canoodling of the happy couple had left Phoebe in a foul sense of fatigue, the last few nights sleep was no interrupted by morbid thoughts on the up coming apocalypse. She would have pointed in the direction she last say them but the sounds of low claps against the ground had her hand shaking, and the light from the torch to jitter against the wall it shone on. There rode demise, on a black beauty concealed in a cloak of night the dark rider drew his sword as mounted high he preyed down on the witches, "NAZGUL!"
The sound of her screams echoed through halls, startled by the alarm Piper by instinct ran in the direction against the warnings of Gandalf, nevertheless he followed along with Legolas armed to the bow. But like many of the others they were halted in their paths by any number of the other black riders, a reflex in the sight of danger and Piper would explode all that stood in her paths but the shadowed manifestations of men were splashed into a sheet of darkness and re-forged in the flatter of fabric. Enough time however had passed for Piper and Gandalf to escape by, the only kill which remained in front of it was one elf standing his ground, two short leaf curved blades stood between him and the night hunter. The large broad sword swung around from left to right, a simple step back and the attack was dodged, from right to left, aiming for the next avoided by bent knees, and the last came down on him, pushing the weapon out of the way with his own blade he moved to pierce his opponent only to be met with layers of sheet.
"Number one," an axe speared through the air and into the glass behind the evasive Nazgul, "number two," a second axe. Ploughing him to the ground the darkness rose to feet and fled from the Elf and Dwarf. The large weapons forged in steel was lifted by Legolas and returned to man who stood only at waist height, with no time for thanks they moved to the next room.
Narsil and Hadhafang the ancient sword of the rulers of Gondor, protected their owners well, Aragorn aggressive with his attacks, pushing forwards to fend off the enemy, while Arwen was more elegant, where she was first in front was now to the side and then behind, and with no way to kept up he fell to her sword wielding, the blade plunging deep within it's gut and the deadly black seeping air from his wound scorching the tip of Hadhafang but doing no harm to it's owner.
The rider charged on his stallion, a great hall which joined the wings of the museum set the scene for the joust between him and Phoebe. Paige had left after been chased by another, they thought it best to separate the nine as together they were deadly. She stood still, Phoebe, in the centre, in the path of the horse, galloping past archways and alcoves he drew closer, sword winded back and her neck as a target. 30 feet soon became 20 and then 10, with a mighty leap and a help from the power of Levitation Phoebe rose ten feet into the air to kick the rider off his horse. As the steed lost footing it collapsed the ground as did it's master, what wasn't expected was a second Nazgul to fall onto the pile as well, starring from the Balcony where he descended from, Eowyn leaped off the railings swinging a long handled axe from behind her head and driving it into the bowels of her foes.
Gandalf lost in the commotion was drawn to a silent room, dust remained untouched by intruders and remained to do so as he glided over the case, hidden among rags and stones was the Shard, that which they seek laid protected behind glass, however between him and the display was the red lines of light. He was warned about these by Piper, a trap to beacon the call of an army of guards who solemn duty was to protect that which was exhibited. He kept his distance, and stepped away, his staff was raised into the air, a white spear of immense power that channelled his own, the weighted head tilted back the wand became a javelin, propelled by witchery it lanced past all the beams and shattered the glass to the ruins, with one hand the staff was recalled from 20 feet away and with the second the clear crystal Shard was beaconed. They had what they came for, and before the enemy could retrieve it too. "We must leave at once,"
"Time is up and we have gotta go!" the final checks have been made by Piper all were accounted for, all had a Whitelighter between, and all were ready to make their exit.