Marcus Telcontar
Dec 8th, 2002, 03:58:55 AM
Silence.
In the deepest, darkest depths of a Balmorra night, there were hardly any beings moving. Not far away, the ruins of Castle Millard could be seen, wreckage still not cleared away from the time of this being's last visit. A shadow, a wraith, darting between shadows. An occasionl patrol crossed his path, yet he seemed to merge perfectly with the darkness until they had gone. In between pauses to avoid the patrols, he kept moving, going towards one particular destination. On his belt was a dagger, but in his hand, his weapn was something extraordinarily archaic - a bow and arrow. More a weapon of a primitive hunter, although this being, a Numenorian of Arda, was no primitive. He was at home with technology, although it did not suit his purpose.
His purpose was to make clear a message that someone clearly had not read properly.
He stopped, seeming to look about, even if it was near impossible for a normal being to see in this gloom. If it were known, this was th only time he could see - only in the totality of darkness could he remove his eye protection and once again use his eyes. It felt good, although the fact his other senses were so much sharper meant he hardly needed to look anyway. His senses in the Force were sharper, more practiced, which for a Jedi Master of his considerable skill was saying something.
He paused, gained his bearings, then fled into another dark alley, where he could now see his destination, 400 meters away. A door. Not much of a door, but this would serve his purpose. He checked that the small package tied to the arrow was secure, before notching the arrow, pulling back with his considerable and inhuman strength, took careful aim then fired. Even for one like him, this was a huge shot, the arrow needed bit of a touch with The Force to find it's mark, thudding into the door and trembling as it was now stuck.
Marcus Elessar grimly took one last look at his handiwork, before disappearing into the shadows, his message delivered. A reply to a message sent to him a few days ago.
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Millard,
I normally dont bother with petty replies, but seems that you did not get the mening fo the message I sent you when your precious little home was vaped. I thought you might be intelligent enough to know what I was saying, but seems your not, I'll make it clear here.
You, Millard are a hypocrite. You blabber on about how the destruction of your home was wrong, but I was not the one whom helped attack a perfectly innocent city. The blood of many more innocents rest on your hands as well as the hands of your fellow Balck Hand. Dont try to give me any justifications, you are part of that group, your equally guilty. You think poisioning the water supply and raiding hospitals is honourable? You disgust me, your a hypocrite. You have no idea what honour is anymore. You deserve to die in the most dishonourable manner possible, you and the rest of the Hand. How can you dare to declare the bombing of your home a disgrace when you and your cohorts did far, far worse? The destruction of your home is a warning to you and the Hand. Stay at Vjun for all we care, but as soon as you raise your hand against the Galaxy, you die. You made the first move, now begin to see our reply. We are not finished with you or the Hand yet, for now payment for the crimes the Hand have committed will be extracted in full.
Why, dont you like the feeling of losing your home too? Awwww, I'm soooo sorry to hear that. Maybe next time you will think twice before you and your friends orphan and kill innocents again.
You dishonoured your own name Millard. Your nothing more than a common murderer, no matter how much you try to proclaim otherwise. You betrayed yourself and your name. Welcome to the real world, murderer.
The Lost
P.S. We're not Jedi. Nor am I this Marcus Q'Dunn you write to, although I am well aware of him.
P. P. S. I'm sure Q'Dunn is going to care about your "banishment". I'm sure it keeps him up all night. I'm quite sure he hasn't been back and making a mockery of your security. Have a nice day... for we will be back.
In the deepest, darkest depths of a Balmorra night, there were hardly any beings moving. Not far away, the ruins of Castle Millard could be seen, wreckage still not cleared away from the time of this being's last visit. A shadow, a wraith, darting between shadows. An occasionl patrol crossed his path, yet he seemed to merge perfectly with the darkness until they had gone. In between pauses to avoid the patrols, he kept moving, going towards one particular destination. On his belt was a dagger, but in his hand, his weapn was something extraordinarily archaic - a bow and arrow. More a weapon of a primitive hunter, although this being, a Numenorian of Arda, was no primitive. He was at home with technology, although it did not suit his purpose.
His purpose was to make clear a message that someone clearly had not read properly.
He stopped, seeming to look about, even if it was near impossible for a normal being to see in this gloom. If it were known, this was th only time he could see - only in the totality of darkness could he remove his eye protection and once again use his eyes. It felt good, although the fact his other senses were so much sharper meant he hardly needed to look anyway. His senses in the Force were sharper, more practiced, which for a Jedi Master of his considerable skill was saying something.
He paused, gained his bearings, then fled into another dark alley, where he could now see his destination, 400 meters away. A door. Not much of a door, but this would serve his purpose. He checked that the small package tied to the arrow was secure, before notching the arrow, pulling back with his considerable and inhuman strength, took careful aim then fired. Even for one like him, this was a huge shot, the arrow needed bit of a touch with The Force to find it's mark, thudding into the door and trembling as it was now stuck.
Marcus Elessar grimly took one last look at his handiwork, before disappearing into the shadows, his message delivered. A reply to a message sent to him a few days ago.
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Millard,
I normally dont bother with petty replies, but seems that you did not get the mening fo the message I sent you when your precious little home was vaped. I thought you might be intelligent enough to know what I was saying, but seems your not, I'll make it clear here.
You, Millard are a hypocrite. You blabber on about how the destruction of your home was wrong, but I was not the one whom helped attack a perfectly innocent city. The blood of many more innocents rest on your hands as well as the hands of your fellow Balck Hand. Dont try to give me any justifications, you are part of that group, your equally guilty. You think poisioning the water supply and raiding hospitals is honourable? You disgust me, your a hypocrite. You have no idea what honour is anymore. You deserve to die in the most dishonourable manner possible, you and the rest of the Hand. How can you dare to declare the bombing of your home a disgrace when you and your cohorts did far, far worse? The destruction of your home is a warning to you and the Hand. Stay at Vjun for all we care, but as soon as you raise your hand against the Galaxy, you die. You made the first move, now begin to see our reply. We are not finished with you or the Hand yet, for now payment for the crimes the Hand have committed will be extracted in full.
Why, dont you like the feeling of losing your home too? Awwww, I'm soooo sorry to hear that. Maybe next time you will think twice before you and your friends orphan and kill innocents again.
You dishonoured your own name Millard. Your nothing more than a common murderer, no matter how much you try to proclaim otherwise. You betrayed yourself and your name. Welcome to the real world, murderer.
The Lost
P.S. We're not Jedi. Nor am I this Marcus Q'Dunn you write to, although I am well aware of him.
P. P. S. I'm sure Q'Dunn is going to care about your "banishment". I'm sure it keeps him up all night. I'm quite sure he hasn't been back and making a mockery of your security. Have a nice day... for we will be back.