Logfile from Elendor.
Moria, Chamber of Mazarbul(#10327RntUf)
Lighting this chamber is a broad shaft of
radiant daylight that filters in from a portal far above the head of most
visitors. In fact, the portal itself is barely visible. Perhaps if one stands
in the center of the chamber and strains with all one's ability, a faint trace
of blue can be seen. If luck is with you? Maybe the
blazing rays of a noontide sun or white wisps of a passing cloud can be
appreciated over the carved border circumscribing the orifice. Regardless,
without that swathe of blue sky, the Chamber of Mazarbul
is quite stark.
The room itself can be said to be
rectangular in shape, its width three-quarters it's length, and features
monumental tombs spaced in even intervals across the polished and spotless
floor. The crypts are not frivolous or wantonly intricate, but pronounce the
stern dignity of the deceased. On the walls, spaced evenly with each resting
place, is a square block of carved runes: stories of the dead.
Cast:
Rukghash as Ori
and Background
Cadash as Balin
Flarin as Frar
Calriel as Oin
Brenin
[Rukghash]
Though the Mines of Moria have
been occupied by Orcs for quite an amount of time this
chamber is still in rather pristine state. Relatively untouched by the clawing
hands of the Orcs the Chamber of Mazarbul
radiates in the brilliant light that sifts its way down through the shaft at
the roof. Deep upwards the shaft cuts allowing this light access into this
stone carved room.
A burial chamber for Dwarven
Lords of old, this place now holds the Dwarves of Balin
- those whom have reoccupied the mines onnce more. Some work is being done here
- cleaning of the tombs and repairing somme damages that did occur to floor and
walls. Chip! Clip! Small bits of stone flick down from one of the tomb repairs
as one of the Dwarves fixes a rune that had been chipped.
[Rukghash]
The air of Moria is, as always,
still. Though a soft breath of air does slide down the shaft
from the outside to the Chamber of Mazarbul -
refreshing the oft-times stale air. The light that comes down the shaft
with the air reflects brightly off of the polished stone floor, illuminating
the tremendous stonework of the Dwarves.
[Cadash(#20033)]
The rough stone walls of Moria have become the
He has turned the flat top of a
old tomb to lay out all the daily reports coming from his men, reporting on the
progress of his mining operations. He has had peace for a few days, with no
sign of remnant orcs or noise anywhere. He has
enjoyed the quiet, for it has allowed his real desire to shien
through. His eyes gleam as he reads and listens to the reports from his men.
"Bring those lads from the eastern corridor, and
have them continue to help with the diggin' on the
southern edge. We have to get those caves reopened, there are rumored to be
great open spaces beneath us and to the south. Hard work for
great rewards lads, let's keep it up!"
He returns to his make-shift throne, leaning to his side
and filling his mug with Dwarven ale, drinking it
down with one swig, and wiping his frothy beard clean on his sleeve....
[Frar(#30925)]
A clamor of sounds can be heard from outside the room, a
group of dwarves rushing back from the mines. A booming voice can be heard as a
group of dwarves burst into the great room, all eyes focusing on Lord Balin. "Lord Balin!" Frar yells out, his steps quickly finding their way to the
throne. "We have great news! Great news!"
With a quick pause, Frar utters "We found mithril!"
[Oin(#24093)]
Within the world of the shadows, where darkness is ever present and light seems
but a distant memory, this room and its occupants slowly (yet certainly,)
restore life to these halls of old. Among them Oin, son of Groin, not the least of his kindred. Out
of the dark corner of the chamber he appears, an almost surreal imprint upon
the ever imposing blackness - but as he steps into the light, he become much more than just a shadow:
Stately and noble he is as he lays his gaze upon Balin, his companion and first cousin. From under his dark
brows, two deep brown eyes peer out, full of hue and in them flickers a kind
regard. He speaks, his voice gruff, as if he has been working for many long
hours "The work is going well, we have reclaimed yet another hall
and..."
He then stops, as Frar enters.
"WHAT!?" echo the words of the Dwarf Lord through the room. "Mithril!?"
All the work that once was going on in the room has
ceased at ther mere utterance of Mithril.
That blessed metal of mythology that once ran freely in the realm of Khazad-dum, but has been lost for years untold. The Dwarves
slowly begins to circle around the Dwarf Lord of Moria
Balin, and Frar to listen
more closely.
[Cadash(#20033)]
A sound of glass breaking echoes through the Grand Hall, for the exact words
which Balin has hoped for have finally been spoken.
He looks as if a sudden fire has been lit from within him. He ignores the
broken glass and rises suddenly,
"Who has found this most prized of possessions? Let
him be brought forth before our court at this very instant, with the highest of
Honors in the eyes of Mahal."
He points to a stationary guard along the wall and then
to the broken glass, and the guard scurries off to find a bin for the shards.
"Let's find this metal and use it to aid us in the
rebuilding of Khazad-dum, in the greatest honor for
all Khazad!"
He returns to his now clean throne and takes a seat
again, awaiting the arrival of his prized possession.
[Frar(#30925)]
Turning on his heels, Frar
grins wide at the Dwarf Lord Oin. "Yes,
sir! Mithril! We found it in the southern
edges." Eyes flickering with delight, "We were mining hard all day...
and there it was." His smile stays constantly large and his eyes begin to
sweep the dwarves that are coming to listen. "I came as soon as we found
it. It was Brenin!" With a quick look around, "Where
is that dwarf?" He then quickly turns his attention back to Lord Balin, "What commands do you have Lord Balin?"
[Oin(#24093)]
Oin, who has now stepped up
next to the Lord of Moria, crosses his arms in front
of his chest, his full, dark beard spilling out over them. His mouth drops as
he listens intently to the messenger, almost drinking each word with the eager
in his eyes. This is, after all, the reason they came back. Gold and jewels,
toys to the dwarves, iron, their servant, and many other things the tales tell
off, but the legends regarding the riches of mithril
are those that are most well-rooted into each Dwarf mind, from their early days
on.
Yes, along with all dwarven
eyes, Oin's, too, are captured by the treasure that
is being brought in.
Among the first to speak is he, stretching out his hand
slightly - as if he could touch it from a distance. "Then the tales of old
are true!" comes Oin's voice, astounded, a
hoarse whisper. "Mithril!
Moria silver! Wonder of the Northern world!"
[Brenin(#9548)]
One of the dwarves hot on Frar's heels as he rushed
into the chambers was a miner, Brenin, who has been
standing just behind Frar silently throughout,
panting somewhat, but otherwise merely looking around the room in slight awe.
In a moment of confusion, the miner steps out from behind
Frar, then steps to his right, his left, until
finally stumbling to a stand-still. "Aye, I found it," comes the statement. But being a dwarf of few words, this is
all Brenin says before stretching out one worn hand.
In the middle of the calloused hand lies a small sample of the true-silver.
Still maintaining his ever-reverent gaze on the metal, the dwarf takes a few
steps toward Balin. "My lord.."
[Cadash(#20033)]
the gleaming stone in the hand of his fellow Khazad
brings Balin to his feet. He slowly steps toward Brenin, keeping his eyes affixed on the true silver
clutched in the hands of his cousin.
"Well done, my cousin, well done indeed. May Mahal shien of ye
fer all yer days, and may
your beard never fall off"
He takes the true silver from the hands of Brenin, and bows in respect. He examines the Mithril intently, keeping a detailed image in his head of
the intricate details of the metal.
"What do ye lads think we shall find as we dig
deeper, eh lads? Perhaps this Mithril grows abundant
in the lower levels, this is a glorious day indeed."
He turns to Oin, his first
cousin, handing him the clump fo
Mithril, he gleams and adds
"SImply gaze at its raw
shine, cousin, this is truly a day for remembrance and thanks. Praise be to Mahal!"
He no longer maintains his strict aura about him and
calls in all the guards and servants about to come and witness first hand, this
most precious of findings in all of Moria...
[Oin(#24093)]
"Ha-har!", Oin lets out a deep laughter as his thick fingers wrap
gently around the shining metal; a violent contrast with the dirt on his hands.
A look of triumph appears on the dwarf's face .
[Frar(#30925)]
"Lord Balin," Frar begins, "It was beautiful. It makes all of our
effort here... worthwhile." He simply gawks at the mithril
in the hands of the lords, the smile still plastered on his face. "Mithril is here and we found it. Praise Mahal!" Frar booms out, a tear nearly rolling down his cheek. "We
will find more, sir, of that I am sure. There is more of this to be
found."
[Rukghash]
From the entrance to the chamber of Mazarbul
comes the marching sound of a lone Dwarf. Lying across both outstretched arms
of Ori is a plain piece of cloth, obviously covering
something up. Ori slowly walks forward to the group
of Dwarves gazing upon the piece of Truesilver.
"Lord Balin," Ori says calmly, his eyes fixed upon the Lord of Moria. "We have found something else, aside from raw Mithril my Lord." Ori
pauses, his eyes passing over the other Dwarves. Pulling back the piece of
cloth Ori reveals what appears to be a plain suit of
chain mail armour. Yet, it glimers
silver in the shimmering light of the room as Ori holds
it at the shoulders. "A suit of Mithril
Mail, Lord Balin. We found it in one of the
upper armouries. It is quite finely made." Again
ori shakes the suit of armour,
proving its lightness and validity.
[Oin(#24093)] "Ha-har!", Oin lets out a deep
laughter as his thick fingers wrap gently around the shining metal; a violent
contrast with the dirt on his hands.
A look of triumph appears on the dwarf's face.
"Praised be Mahal indeed! For he has worked the
earth with many riches, and he has blessed us with the mind and body to find
it! Today..."
The important dwarf takes a deep breath as he looks
around to the other dwarves now gathered around "Today is the day that our
efforts are rewarded!"
And with that, he gazes upon the Moria
Silver one last time, before he gives it to the Dwarf next to him.
[Cadash(#20033)]
Rising from his chair yet again, Balin is nearly
knocked over upon sight of a suit of chain mail made of the true silver.
"It cunnut be. Me
father spoke of the suits of silver that would lighten up the entire land when Khazad-dum flourished."
He looks upon his men with a feeling of triumph in his
heart, "We have done it men, tis a grand day. I
will honor this suit of armor above all others, and it
shall remain of my descendants for generations, to honor and praise the glory
of Khazad-dum!"
Echoing Huzzahs run rampant from the caverns, as more and
more Dwarves can hear the finding of Mithril facts
and current situation in the lower southern tunnels.
[Brenin(#9548)]
Brenin's palm closes when Balin takes the ore and his arm drops to his side. "A glorious day, indeed!" his gruff voice resounds.
When all eyes move to the glimmering mithril armor,
he steps back, almost as if seeing such an example of workmanship is blinding,
and below his eyes, tears well up. The miner merely clutches one fist to his
chest, breathless and wordless again as the Lord Balin
speaks.
[Oin(#24093)] All eyes turn. Oin's
deep brown eyes now seem to have been gilded with the excitement of the moment.
"A suit of true silver, Ori!?" rings out
his voice, clear as crystal, and deep as the mines of Khazad-Dum
itself. "This is the most fair suit I have ever
seen! A grand day indeed!"
Taking up a small mattock from his belt, he rises it over his head as a sign of victory. "The glory of Khazad Dum!"
[Rukghash]
"It is indeed." Ori
echoes, his eyes still locked upon both Lord and suit of mail. "We know of
more armouries to the west in Khazad-dum,
though we haven't had the chance to go and check them yet. Though
I feel we have a good bit of time." The Dwarf Ori
chuckles a bit, clapping the shoulder of a Dwarf nearby as he waits for the
words of Balin.
[Frar(#30925)]
"The riches of Khazad-Dum
are returning!" Frar says,
his eyes fixed on the mithril mail that has been
brought in. "May Khazad-Dum rise again to its
former glory!" He turns his eyes up to Lord Balin
just looking at the Lord of Moria, muttering now to himself, "We will find more mithril...
riches..." and an even larger smile appears on his face.
[Cadash(#20033)] Turning to respond to his fellow in arms Ori, Balin boasts. "Tis the golden opportunity for us
to expand and find what we may. We have not heard from the dark folks in
weeks, and this may be the last of them. Let us search the depths of these here
mines, with hopes of more suits like the glorious one before all our
eyes!"
He smiles again, "Let the orders go out to all
miners in our areas of no findings, and inform them to join Ori
and cousin Oin on their way to the lower levels for
greater riches. Huzzah to all ye!" Upon
completing his order, he returns to his staring of the suit and clump of true
silver...
Long distance to Dalar: Rukghash nods
[Oin(#24093)] An eager, seldom seen with any of the other races
of Middle Earth, crosses Oin's noble features. It is
hard not to join with the Huzzah's unleashed by the Lord of Moria.
Yet the moment the huzzahs falter, it is Oin who steps forward and clears his throat... for this has
become his wont on many formal occasions. Mattock still
in hand, he looks upon Balin and the others, and
speaks with firm voice "I will gladly accept this task. Let all whose
hearts are filled with desire and boldness like mine follow me and Ori, and let our names go down in the history of our people
as they who re-discovered the riches of Khazad Dum! Huzzah!"
[Rukghash]
Ori bows his head plainly.
"We shall go then, Oin, and try and find these
riches?" The hardened face of Ori twists into a
wide grin, the Dwarf showing an immense amount of joy. Shifting his feet, Ori angles himself towards the door to provide for a quick
move from the Chamber of Mazarbul and off into the
further depths of Khazad-dum.
[Cadash(#20033)] Lord Balin gives his men
a bow in respect as he nods an approval to his close cousins, wishing them luck
on their new endeavor.
"Mahal will guide ye and shine on ye for all time. May your findings bring
glory to Khazad-dum and Khazad
around Elendor!"
He still refers back to the suit and large clump of true
silver, with an almost fatherly look upon his face, as if he has finally completed
his life's tasks, and his job is done for now.....