Khamul is the Shadow of the East (khamul) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-08-03 11:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, khamul |
Who: Khamul
What: Legend of the Dragon's Sword and the Empire of the East. Also: A discovery. The One Ring!
Where: Somewhere in Orange County
When: Friday
Status: Complete
Rating: PG-13
At the dawn of the second age far to the east in the land of Khand, a sword was forged from the tooth of one of Morgoth's great dragons. Like the dragon it was born from, it thirsted for blood and craved death. Cursed, any who wielded it sought out battle to quench it's thirst, until they too were consumed. The sword lay dormant for hundreds of years, until a lost woman's hand grasped it's hilt. With it's power and her natural charisma, she united Khand under her banner. To her west lay Mordor, and at it's border she stopped. To her east lay the feuding states of Rhun.
But as she fought the warlords of Khand, she also fought the sword, wielding it only when absolutely necessary. Before long, she became aware that while her land had been distracted, someone had united the east under their own banner. The man wore dragon scale armor, perhaps from the same great worm that had led to the creation of her blade. When Khamul turned west to conquer Khand, it was the Dragon Queen who met him in battle. The rivals became lovers, the enemies allies, and the great eye turned to the East and wondered. There was potential, if it could only be exploited. He sent an emissary to Khamul, with an offer of power, but the emissary was rebuffed.
It wasn't until Sauron himself came to offer the ring that Khamul fell into darkness. The fate of the woman with amber eyes and her cursed sword was lost to time. Khand and Rhun fell under the Dark Lord's dominion, and the Shadow of the East became second of the Nine.
Middle-earth lay sometime in the past, or perhaps through a window into another world.
Khamul still searched. For a ring, and for the amber eyes that watched him. Strapped to his waist was a curved sword, and for the first time since it had appeared, it thirsted. But his mind was not with the sword. It lay with the simple golden band that rested in his hand, as he stood near a building still collapsed from the earthquake.
He could feel an eye, watching, and poisonous words whispered in his ear. They were louder, than with his own ring. He closed his fist over it, then slipped it into his pocket. He turned, walking down the street as shadows danced around him. He felt...cold. Like he could melt into the shadows and become one of them, and he realized that he could.
Khamul stepped into one, and disappeared.(Dragon Queen and sword inspired by something worked out with a mun named Draconity a long, long time ago)