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| Whispers in the Dark; Testing the Waters of the Many-Colored | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 3 2008, 04:49 AM (230 Views) | |
| WotR Staff | Feb 3 2008, 04:49 AM Post #1 |
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((NPCing Saruman, seeing if I want to play him))![]() He awoke instantly. It was not a startled waking, nor was it of any great need, a sudden epiphany hitting him square in his face, newly healed from the wounds given to him by his cousin. No, no longer was Gandalf Greyhame to be called such, for he had betrayed reason. But had he? Saruman pondered the thought. "Reason for Madness" he had said. Yet what madness was there in going with the flow of the world, into the next great age? History repeated itself, despite the ages, and there were always great events to usher in that change. Had Saruman misread the changes? His arms were crossed as he sat upon his black marble throne, all silent in Orthanc. A small light came in from a window above, onto his throne. The room shined, glistened in what Saruman could only assume was the sun, creeping past clouds of smoke rising from the throes of Isengard. He felt old in his skin. His face was heavy, his eyes closed somewhat as if in thought. Nay, these were only of sleep. There was a peaceful quality in sleep he had not known as a Maia, when he needed no sleep. But at the same time, there was a fear in what he saw. The mind was a terrible and great place, both at once and then not at all. His dream had left him confused, almost disoriented. His eyes liftedn themselves from staring at nothing to looking at the orb on the platform before his throne. The palantír, a black-gray cloud swirling within it, echoing voices from some distant land, a distant past. Sometimes he believed he could hear the sea, and was certain it was one of the lost palantír from the Icebay of Forochel. He knew that the seas held horrible creations that the dragons were related to, as all things held dark secrets of a past long forgotten. But they knew not of the palantír. Yet, did Sauron attempt to contact them, wake them from their sleep? The man-shaped being rose, not bothering to take his staff from its stand. His pace was staggering, as he moved towards his study and beyond it, his balcony. Light came through the windows on his left, though he could not see out them. They were made of a material to allow sight within, not without-A useless tool of Men for style, no less. Pointless, confusing, irritating were such creations, and Saruman wondered why their race had not died out earlier, when creating such useless things in their Golden Age. A weak race were they, second-hand cousins to an even more arrogant race. What were Elves but attempts to imitate the Valar and Maiar? And to think, in his naivity, he had thought it wise to be allowed to be bound to a mortal form... One which he could never leave unless restored by a stronger being, be it Sauron or the Shadow Itself. The Valar would be displeased, but they did not see the beauty in what he was going to do. The mission they had assigned him to was to protect the Ring, to keep it from Sauron. And it was within Saruman's grasp. He could reach out and take it, and in that, become powerful enough to destroy Sauron-Save Arda from the Second Darkness! And a hero would he be, as opposed to foolish, humble, cunning Mithrandir, who Saruman from the times the Valar had suggested him, would attempt usurp him. They all had. The Blue Wizards had been dealt with, being sent far away and giving up. Radagast was naive and a fool, there was no lie there. Arataur was young, and Arataur believed that by working together, the Istari could fulfill their mission.... A unifier? Ha! there would be none save Saruman of Many-Colors, most powerful and rightly boastful of the Five Wizards! Serenon, though. Saruman could see great things for Serenon, his spies telling him had come from Gondor to Rivendell, to Elrond's attempt to duplicate the wisened meeting of the White Council, as it had been under his control. The White Council failed because they were too firm in their belief no good could come from his courses of action. Elrond and Galadriel had not trusted him, and the Shipwright had never trusted him. Only the fool Gandalf had trusted him. And that trust, Saruman had played on, and failed. He placed his hand on a book in his study, ancient pages from documents Saruman had taken from Rivendell sitting in the light, a black-silver chandelier above the table glowing with ever-burning candles Saruman himself had created through fair alchemy. The book was in Dwarf Runes, a book on how to create enchanted weapons. His Uruk-hai would be powerful indeed, and he would bless their powers with true-point spells, once he had learned their craft. The tome had belonged to a passing Dwarf merchant from the Blue Mountains, Nalí Beamshoulder, and after discovering that Saruman was in line with Orcs, disgusting vermin they were, he was forced to kill him. But his weapons had proven useful, his Orcs were doing what they could to duplicate them. His eyes were lifted from the book, onto his scales, where a black powder lie. His thongs lay on the table next to the silver scale, and several flasks, tubes and various other liquid-holding materials lie all along the table. He smiled, alchemy being an excellent, respectable magic he knew quite well. His powder was almost perfected, and soon he would have the black fire of Morgoth renewed for war against Men, destroying their great walls and taking down their defenses. He looked up from this, out a window. He walked to the door, his head slightly down as he opened the door. He coughed as the smoke passed him. Reason? Reason had enlightened Saruman. Reason was why he was sacrificing himself so that the Lord of the Rings would have not his powerful Weapon. Saruman was being selfless, Saruman was being true to the mission! Saruman was the only one willing. And Saruman smiled at this thought, watching the scortched earth below move with small brown dots. Ants in his mission. His mission to save Middle-earth and become its next ruler. All would flourish under Saruman of Many-Colors, only Istari true to the mission. |
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