"Osgiliath"

**ljuboja** · August 01, 2007, 01:49 PM

this is not an ARR, i doubt i'll have pics of this, but its set in the fourth age era, and the events that unfolded on my adunabar campiagn until it crashed...

, unlike most other stories written here, its not written in the point of view of soldiers or kings or genreals, but civilians

this is just the prologue, i have a vague storyline worked out, here goes...

prologue:

Osgiliath, citadel of the stars, have ever been the heart of gondor, the capital of old and the gate of anduin. long has it held at bay the enemies of minas tirith, mordor, while minas tirith and minas morgul raged their war, the great eye was always upon it, adunabar, baring the way to the white city.
Long ago it ws the centre of gondor, but no more, its soil, posioned by orcs, uruks and black lord runs with evil, naught shall grow while the shadow remain in this ghost city. Elessar brought no comfort, and osgiliath remained tainted.
There are those that reamin, through the kin-strife and the war of the rings, living in constant fear of the shadow and knives in the dark. Even after the war. For the servant of Sauron returns, and with him comes evil and disquiet, in the hearts of all those that dwell still in osgiliath, honour and bravery have no place, all that remain are fear, doubt and greed.
The worshippers come, in the night, every nigth, praying and chanting to their false gods..or their demons.
Wherever the emblem of the white tree is shown, the shadow cower and waver, the worshippers crawl away to their holes at first sight of gondorian steel.
Such is the extent of unrest that a large garrison is placed in the city, most possibly for the threat of adunabar rather than the worshippers. Soldiers outnumber the citizens, women are raped, children are killed, houses are razed. The people have no more faith in the army than in the false gods. They fend for themselves, making the streets lawless. A war wage in osgiliath, unnoticed by the outside world. The fight not for gold or silver, but for mere survival, survival from the purging of human greed...

what you guys think?

**ljuboja** · August 01, 2007, 01:54 PM

add to my reptation if u like it

**Angmar_nite** · August 02, 2007, 06:34 AM

PLEASE Don't request people to rep you. Especially in a double post. But I did like it.

**ccllnply** · August 02, 2007, 08:20 AM

I liked it a lot. Its a good idea for a story. But Glorfindel is right you shouldn't really ask for rep. If people really like it they will rep you and I think that makes it better then getting rep just because you asked for(when really people only feel sorry for you)

**ljuboja** · August 03, 2007, 02:16 PM

i do not get the idea of reps anyway

muling over storyline, i have an ending, but will do several drafts before posting

**ccllnply** · August 03, 2007, 03:26 PM

Well if you don't get the idea then why did you ask for it (in disguise). You canturn them off anyway.

Looking forward to your next draft!

**ljuboja** · August 04, 2007, 02:55 PM

chapter one...

hope u like

Om...Om...Om. The chanting came, like a spell freezing the heart of men. The shadow's legions, they march with fire and swords. Ruling the night, striding the darkness.
Heras slipped past a corner, fleeing in blind panic, we made his way west, where he knew there was a chance of survival. The chanting helped him steer clear of his potential assailents, but did nothing to his panicked strickened heart.
Om...Om...Om. The chanting came, the fire vaguely visible over the roofs of unlit houses. Heras slipped past another corner, panting and on all fours. His hands stung, bitten and chewed by the jagged rocks and pebbles that waylayed the streets of osgiliath.
Marching on, the worshippers came, they did not seem determined to make Heras die, only to scare him to an inch of his life. That was no promise to him.
Om...Om...Om. They cried, drums booming in the night. The hammer of evil beating down on every blow. Heras made for the bridge, the sound of the anduin as music to his ears. Drowning out the sounds of drums.
He vomited. A sickening splash sounded as the contenets hit the cold stone. His arms swaying, Heras crossed the bridge.
Om...Om...Om. The chants grew from directly behind him.
He dared not look back. No thoughts, no fear, only the urge to run. It overtooked him and he sprinted off the bridge.
West of the anduin layyed help and hope. Heras yelled at the top of his voice, "Shadowbane, arise!"
"Arise!!!"
At once, 2 dozens torches appeared from the ground, men, women and child holding knives and axes and torches. Rising from cellars underground.
The chanting stopped. Heras stooped into the nearest cellar. Arrows were poised, weapons were drawn.
Om...Om...Om. The chanting begun again. Its choir backing to the other side of the bridge. Where the anduin drowned them out. Torches were put out, hatches were shut.