What I do not care about with RPing:

What I do care about with RPing:

sorceryofxstorm:

Agandaur bowed his head “Of Course, Master. Our conquest to the North spreads rapidly. We had reclaimed Angmar and took down most of the Rangers. Only Rivendell stands in our way”. 

“I will not panic, do not worry about that. I am not afraid of ghosts. And I guess that I am already insane, and this is the reason why I am curious about the barrow-wights. But who is the Witch King? I do not think I have heard of him ever before” Huor asked.

“You are far from insane...” Agandaur murmured, motioning the man to follow “The Witch King? He’s the lord of the Nazgul. Second only to Master Sauron himself, as close as a friend. Of few I count a friend myself, however bitterly, my superior”. 

Agandaur shuddered, moaning faintly. What was it?.. This tender sensation?.. No more water in his lungs…. He was not drowning… The Black Numenorean gasped, slowly opening his eyes. His vision was blurry, at first, spinning sensation fluttering in his head. However once his senses cleared, Agandaur realized he was gazing into sapphire blue eyes of the elf. His captive. His enemy… The rapidness of his breathing ceased, rough hand slowly slithering up to touch hers… suddenly, he pulled Andriel into a passionate kiss.  

Andriel was very surprised and caught off by Agandaur’s actions. She didn’t know what to think at first but she eventually gave in to him. She did feel like she wanted to do what she could to help him. Even though his hand felt rough on her soft hands, she seemed to like his touch. She returned Agandaur’s passionate kiss with one of her own.

Agandaur felt his mind turn hazy with Andriel returning the kiss. Had she pulled away, the Sorcerer would have realized his actions in shame... Yet now, all he felt was bliss. Should one ask, he could not tell what lunacy had possessed him. Tenderly, the Black Numenorean pulled the elf into his arms, and atop himself. 

sorceryofxstorm:

“Fear is what gets results much quicker than anything else.”

Agandaur nodded his head respectfully “And yet you have summoned me to Mordor, Master. Do you have a mission for me?” 

“Well well well…” Agandaur snarled lowly, steel blue eyes glowing with malice as he glared down at Andriel. “We meet yet again, elf. It seems this time, your friends and your eagle aren’t here though..”

@greywitch89

Andriel looked up at Agandaur with a frown and yet she didn’t exactly feel so scared. Her eyes narrowed and she looked up at him saying “It won’t be this way for long. I intend to get by you, and return to my friends‘ side.” She clenched the scrolls tightly in her hand.

“It won’t be happening, elf” Wulfrun hissed from behind her “Your friends are likely dead by now anyway”  the younger sorcerer raised his staff to deliver a fatal blow, however was suddenly stopped by a swift, sharp glance of Agandaur’s. Before Wulfrun had any chance of expressing confusion, the Black Numenorean raised his hand, sending a blast of dark energy at Andriel’s head, knocking her unconscious. “Take care of this mayhem and retun to Carn Dum. Leave the elf to me” he commanded Wulfrun, catching Andriel before she ccould hit the ground and pulling the elleth onto his fell-beast.

All Andriel remembered before falling unconscious was the visiage of Agandaur and his large and muscular body which was covered in armor. She had briefly forgotten about Wulfrun whom she thought she lost in the cave. The scrolls in her now limp hand fell to the ground beside Agandaur’s right armored foot.

Wulfrun swifly picked the scrolls up, handing them to Agandaur and nodding farewell. They were not to risk another failure… The scrolls shall be safest in depths of Angmar. Agandaur urged Pestilence, and the fell-beast shot skyward. Upon return to Carn Dum, the Storm Sorcerer treated his captive far gentler than one would expect a prisoner to be - ordered her held in a guarded room rather than an dungeon. 

After 2 hours, Andriel woke up and began to look around the room she found herself in. She stood up realizing her body was free, but it wasn’t that easy. She looked at the door seeing several guards preventing her escape. She decided to be loud and create a scene in hopes of getting her captor’s attention. She screamed at the guards yelling “Let me out of here right now!”

The guards simply huffed at Andriel and made fun of her. Using her powers and being a wonderful elf, she managed to knock all of the guards unconscious. She quickly opened the door and made her way past them carefully. Treading along quietly, she made her way down a long hallway, but stopped upon hearing the sounds of a man upset. The door was cracked open and Andriel’s curiosity got the best of her. She entered the room seeing none other than Agandaur asleep.

Agandaur was stripped of his heavy armor, covered merely by a plain black robe and buried under soft furs. And yet one could easily tell the Sorcerer was shivering. Sweat dripped from his scarred forehead, long black hair messy, hands gripping the bedcovers desperately in his sleep. Drowning... He was dorwing!.. Agandaur whimpering, tossing onto his other side.

sorceryofxstorm:

“Also, it helps if you can find a weak mind to flatter and manipulate.”

“You know perseverance and charm had never been a strong side of mine, Master. I am made of steel and wrath... Is that not why you sent me to spread Your conquest in the North?”

“When in doubt, start a murder cult and get an island sank by Iluvatar.”

“Such aim of entertainment is possible for you alone, Master” 

Headcanon Meme Time!

⌆ a nervous tic or habit they do

⏀ describe their usual smile

⇅ do they look up or down while thinking?

❧ describe their usual sleeping position

✑ describe something they like without naming it

✜ what’s their posture like in a normal situation?

❖ describe their hands

❞ write a quote they would find themselves saying

§ how would their hair gray? or would they lose their hair first?

❤ describe how they show affection.

✭ what is one of their favorite items?

“Well well well…” Agandaur snarled lowly, steel blue eyes glowing with malice as he glared down at Andriel. “We meet yet again, elf. It seems this time, your friends and your eagle aren’t here though..”

@greywitch89

Andriel looked up at Agandaur with a frown and yet she didn’t exactly feel so scared. Her eyes narrowed and she looked up at him saying “It won’t be this way for long. I intend to get by you, and return to my friends‘ side.” She clenched the scrolls tightly in her hand.

“It won’t be happening, elf” Wulfrun hissed from behind her “Your friends are likely dead by now anyway”  the younger sorcerer raised his staff to deliver a fatal blow, however was suddenly stopped by a swift, sharp glance of Agandaur’s. Before Wulfrun had any chance of expressing confusion, the Black Numenorean raised his hand, sending a blast of dark energy at Andriel’s head, knocking her unconscious. “Take care of this mayhem and retun to Carn Dum. Leave the elf to me” he commanded Wulfrun, catching Andriel before she ccould hit the ground and pulling the elleth onto his fell-beast.

All Andriel remembered before falling unconscious was the visiage of Agandaur and his large and muscular body which was covered in armor. She had briefly forgotten about Wulfrun whom she thought she lost in the cave. The scrolls in her now limp hand fell to the ground beside Agandaur’s right armored foot.

Wulfrun swifly picked the scrolls up, handing them to Agandaur and nodding farewell. They were not to risk another failure... The scrolls shall be safest in depths of Angmar. Agandaur urged Pestilence, and the fell-beast shot skyward. Upon return to Carn Dum, the Storm Sorcerer treated his captive far gentler than one would expect a prisoner to be - ordered her held in a guarded room rather than an dungeon. 

“Well then… After you. We’d better get moving before nightfall,”

Agandaur nodded, pulling his hood up and urging Dreadwind into the forest. The stallion did not seem very eager, snorting and stomping his hoove, however obeyed. This place was no friend to any creature, of darkness or light. 

Aradir followed on his horse. The leaves crunched underneath the hooves as they made their way through the forest.

“Is it me or is it very cold?”

Agandaur nodded dryly, highly uneasy himself. The Storm Sorcerer was used to the colds of Angmar, and yet this chill was different. Spine-crawling, threatening of death. “It is. The forest does not desire us here…”

He glanced around.

“How far do these accursed trees go on for?” Aradir asked, “I can’t wait to be free from them,”

Agandaur sighed bitterly “All the way to the Mountains... We shall be free only if we reach the Passage”. 

“Well well well…” Agandaur snarled lowly, steel blue eyes glowing with malice as he glared down at Andriel. “We meet yet again, elf. It seems this time, your friends and your eagle aren’t here though..”

@greywitch89

Andriel looked up at Agandaur with a frown and yet she didn’t exactly feel so scared. Her eyes narrowed and she looked up at him saying “It won’t be this way for long. I intend to get by you, and return to my friends‘ side.” She clenched the scrolls tightly in her hand.

“It won’t be happening, elf” Wulfrun hissed from behind her “Your friends are likely dead by now anyway”  the younger sorcerer raised his staff to deliver a fatal blow, however was suddenly stopped by a swift, sharp glance of Agandaur’s. Before Wulfrun had any chance of expressing confusion, the Black Numenorean raised his hand, sending a blast of dark energy at Andriel’s head, knocking her unconscious. “Take care of this mayhem and retun to Carn Dum. Leave the elf to me” he commanded Wulfrun, catching Andriel before she ccould hit the ground and pulling the elleth onto his fell-beast.