CHAPTER FOURTEEN Truth of Tsiegret'lop

With the fall of the prophecy, there was 50 and now there is 26, as the crew under Delenn finally settle into their new jobs, Delenn becomes more nervous as they approached Sigma 666, the dark homeworld or K'ha'dum, the place of myth and nightmare, but what scared Delenn was knowing that K'ha'dum had what three major cities one is named Khazad'dum, the next is named Angmar or best known as Morgul. And the last city far west is the oldest city, the city that Delenn fears more then Khazad'dum, the city of Tsiegret'lop (Tis-er-gret Lop). Not even Asron will venture into the dead city, for it was created by the dead and the dead keep it! Tsiegret'lop is located in a valley with tall barren mountains on the north side and south side of the city, the only reason for mountains on the south side is to keep the wind-swept desert out, and the reason for the north side is to keep the Witch-King out, for the only one to destroy the powers of evil that pulse out of Tsiegret'lop is the powers of the dead. But as a reader of these files, one most wonder what is in the city of Tsiegret'lop? The answer is already present to you...it's the cities name...Tsiegret'lop... according to the records, the city of the ancients on K'ha'dum who had no name, but some of the enemy referred them as the source of nightmare calling it ts'ohg (Tis-hoke), the Vorlon's called it the "Well of fear", the Shadow's called it Et'nad (Eat-nad), and the Human's gave it two names. When Human Christianity was spreading a word came from a man only one side of his body intact. He was a mind traveler and by a chance of mistake he came apond Tsiegret'lop, it ate half his body, mind, and soul. As he laid screaming profanities, the religious caste body was called in as the man spoke every word which made no sense, and the phrase he kept saying was "ssenkrad ni thgil...nomed" (sss-en-krad ni thy gill...No-med). The man would keep saying this over and over again until when the priest was called to bless the cursed man. When the priest asked the name of his attacker, the man looked at the priest and whispered one word...Natas! (Na-tas) None of the religious clan understood, but on the mans last day the new chief priest asked for the evil spirit to come out of the living corpus, at first there was no action, but as the pope pressed harder, the words of fear muttered from his mouth, it was the name "Tsiegret'lop": and then the man died, but as the last breath left the man, a beam of light exited his mouth, its face was that of a demon, it had long teeth, long claws, narrow eyes, no nose, and a shifty body. As the religious caste coward the creature got away. It took two years to untwist the man's words, but as they concluded they stated that the man died from a evil "new" energy called a "Poltergeist". what evil gives force to these demons? As Delenn receives message of their approach to Sector 666 the time has come, time to jump to regular space. As Delenn sits at her chair she looks at her frighten crew and orders the ship to jump to regular space. As the ship emerges out of hyperspace Delenn sees first hand the dark world before her. Encased in shadows Delenn remembers the last war here on this planet the war of Shadow's. This is where Delenn and the rest of the prophecy were cursed in the city of the Nazgul--Minas Morgul, but Delenn knows that her nightmare does not begin there, no it begins at Tsiegret'lop. But as Delenn looked about the space around her it was empty, where are the defense ships? It seemed to be to easy! But with no defenses to stop her she ordered the crew to land in Minas Morgul...for this seemed to be the only safe place to launch her assault. As the ship entered orbit of K'ha'dum the crew leaves the ship on autopilot and they all enter shuttles to go down to Minas Morgul. As the shuttle entered the thin atmosphere, there was a big bang then as if something thirst for energy killed all the computers. As the vessel fell towards the ground. Delenn took the controls manually and navigated to the surface, but as the clouds cleared there in front of them laid two mountain chains with one gigantic dark city, Tsiegret'lop. As Delenn tried to move away from the city it was too late, the mountains were to tall and the ground was now in view. As the ship made its land it became evident that they would have to face the horrors of Tsiegret'lop. As the shuttle landed Delenn looked out at the ghostly city expecting to see ghost anytime soon. As the crew exited the ship Delenn leaves last, but as she gets outside she notices that it is becoming dark. As they walk down the streets in Tsiegret'lop there is a scream. When Delenn and the others arrive to the scene, there they find the body of Nezlenn Silica. His body was mangled and blood flowed from his mouth...he was stabbed. When the others had seen this it was certain to them that they were dealing with a psycho-murder, but Delenn knew who she was dealing with, a poltergeist of Tsiegret'lop. Many don't know who a poltergeist is...it is a creature of the middle world. A creature who once was among the living. So the question would be...what happened? It began with the dawn of Asron and Anubis and the Soldiers of Darkness, but the people of Tsiegret'lop were once creatures of science and myth, but when Asron began his campaign the people of Tsiegret'lop were first to be invaded. Many died due to the harsh reality of warfare. Even though many died due to Asron's army, the people from Tsiegret'lop were able to generate enough technology to make the use of weapons redundant and the ability to wage warfare ended and Asron's armies were defeated. As the people of Tsiegret'lop continue to build their empire they began to expand northward to the mountain's nick-named the mountains of the north, but have never been up in this terrine, they were to discover the north to have a deadly enemy. As the people of Tsiegret'lop continue to build their empire they began to expand northward to the mountains of Angmar, a place they only heard of whispered in secret conversations. Some heard of a sorcerer up in those mountains nick-named the Witch-King, but they never had ever seen him. So thinking that they could handle the armies of Khazad'dum they sent an army up north to investigate the level of danger. As the army ventured up north there they found a small city based on the side of the mountain in the forest, but as they looked upward the mountain itself was one giant castle. When they asked for the name of the castle and its lord one of the villagers said it was named the Carn Dum. They also said that they do not have any personal ties to that kingdom, instead they are a captured city belonging to the great Carn Dum. As they looked apond the Carn Dum they asked if this place was tied to the ancient kingdom of Angmar? The villager replied one word... Yes. As the group from Tsiegret'lop demanded the name of the lord of Angmar, the villager said that his name is the Witch-King, and the Angmar is his power. They also said that his ring is his true source of power and that everyone who comes apond hi dies. As you can guess those from Tsiegret'lop took this to be certainly as seriously big problem. As the group went up the Carn Dum they finally made it up to the top. The group was very tired and the patients were growing shorter by the minute. As they entered the snow capped domain of the Witch-King the art work of the Carn Dum is amazing, but gothic. As they enter the great hall they came face to face with the Witch-Lord, as they stood before the Witch-King they looked at him he is a six to seven foot man in his late 50s. His head is rugged with the harsh weather up here in the mountains. He wears a black robe, his crown has four spikes to represent the four peaks of Angmar. As the men from Tsiegret'lop stand in terror in front of the Witch-Lord, he looks at them with the utmost disrespect. "Who are you and why have you come to Angmar?" The men of Tsiegret'lop are scarred stiff. "When I speak to you I want a reply!"

One of the men comes forward and speaks. "We are from the city of Tsiegret'lop."

The Witch-King thinks for a second, "Tsiegret'lop...we've never have heard of such a city is it from the east or the west?"

The Tsiegret'lopian nods, "West my lord, we're from the west my lord."

The Witch-King ponders for a second then looks back at the Tsiegret'lopian's. "The west, we've never bothered the west...so what is your intentions of being here?"

The Witch-King looks at the men from Tsiegret'lop. They look at one another then decide to give their reasons for being here. "We were sent by the ones of Tsiegret'lop's army division to see if the northern empires will affect our expansion outward...our lords ask two questions: Will your empire join Tsiegret'lop and is the other northern empires accepting as your empire is?"

The Witch-King thinks if there is any other Northern empire, and remembers he is the only one who controls the north, this to his is a disgrace. "To answer your question, what other northern empire?"

The man of Tsiegret'lop are confused by the Witch-King's statement. "What do you mean, what other empires, we've heard that there are at least five other empires up in the north!"

The Witch-King looks at a map of K'ha'dum. "There were, all fell to the bitter cold of the four Misty Mountains, all had their flesh devoured!"

"And their people?"

The Witch-King looks back at the Tsiegret'lopian's. "Devoured, the north is a terrane unbearable for man."

One of the Tsiegret'lopian who is taking notes, needs to know the cause of death. "How did they die?"

The Witch-King looks at the Misty Mountain Orc's and grins. "They all eaten by the Fallen Beast, all were devoured by the might's of Angmar!"

The men of Tsiegret'lop are now certain that they have entered a horrible trap. "But can you work for Tsiegret'lop?"

The Witch-King stands up, this is no short individual, he stands at least six to seven feet tall. His enormous fingers grasped near his sword. "Angmar does not work with no empire, we are the empire!"

The militant Tsiegret'lopian stands up to the Witch-King of Angmar in an act of fear of the Tsiegret'lopian army. "When Tsiegret'lop begin moving north we want to be certain we will be welcomed."

The Witch-King lets out a painful screech that cracks the ear drums and rattles in the heads of those surrounding him. Even the orc's have difficulty standing upright when that screech is released. As the Witch-King looks at the fallen Tsiegret'lopian's his blood boils with anger, "Angmar does not welcome no army." The Witch-King un-sheaves his sword and points it at the Tsiegret'lopian's as the Witch-King stands above them, all the orc's, troll's, goblin's, wight's, and great beast un-sheave their weapons. "Tell this to your king, if he comes beyond the North Mountains they will die, and if one of my people's crops is trampled on, I will burn your crops, the fields will burn night to day. If you damage a house I will raise your kingdom to the ground, and have you crawling in ashes of your dead! And if you harass any of my people...your people will die, but won't rest in Grey Heavens or the fires of Hell."

The Militant Tsiegret'lop stands up followed by the other Tsiegret'lopian's. "If you offend the army of Tsiegret'lop your people will be cast off the map!"

The Witch-King laughs and his laugh pierces the minds of the Tsiegret'lopian's, it finally dawns upon them that something does not add up here, just the very words of the Witch-King is painful, and his screams and laughs can put you on your knees, racked with pain! As the Witch-King holds up his sword, the sound of air being sucked in around the blade as a flame draws up the sword lighting it on fire. As the blade is burning the Witch-King makes his last statement. "Your technology and arms are no match to the power of Angmar...now go, and do not return, I am less then kind enough to aloud my enemies to leave freely." The pressure around the blade explodes outward lifting the Tsiegret'lopian's up and throws them out of the Carn Dum. As the men of Tsiegret'lop depart, in two days the North Mountains bordering Angmar are invaded. As the Witch-King's people die in battle due to raids the Witch-King decides to respond. He curses them to live a life of pain, sadness, death, to be and to remain undead.