ShahofTennis
Hall of Fame
The heavens dared not move and create shift in the night. Celestial bodies which emitted and reflected the wisdom of Eons past even now could not fathom its rage. Perhaps they sought the greater good of the nocturnal kingdom, and so with folly-thought they held still hoping to stay the beast. That fire, burning as violently as the stars in the night and staying as intense as the luminous moons juxtaposition in the black expanse above it. That fire, which boiled the blood in its core, burned even hotter on this night. Who can say why, or give credence to its origin? Such malevolence hath no spawn and so it would likely have no end.
The Shah walked on wearily through a valley like the many others he hiked, he found himself lost in the jaggedness of his own lamentation, there was little in the dreary landscape of mordor that phased him. Having no sword meant he possessed no home. The thought of the Prostaff's incompletion beared heavily upon his shoulders as he cursed himself over his foolishness. He approached the edge of a forest, the wind from the valley, which traveled like waves rushing downstream ceased immediately. The Shah felt it too, this forest held something that dared not be disturbed.
"Who goes there?" asked a burley voice. A Dwarf emerged from behind an outpost amidst the rock, or at least what remained of an outpost. "You men, always wandering aboot, sticking yer bare arses in every cranny you wander near. Well this corner o' the world ain't too welcoomin to ambitious folk like yerself. No sir, you'd best leave this place alone if ya got any mind in ya."
The Shah, who barely caught what the scruffy Dwarf had said, attempted to reassure the dwarf that he had no desire to go into the brush.
"What's a fello like yerself doing out here anyhow? We'd ought to git some rest and some ale in us whilst... whilst... eh, pardon me." The dwarf said as he looked around with squinted eyes. "Oh dear" he said as he looked around and began sizing up the Shah. "No, a shame really. T'was a pleasure being the last to see you alive." He said as he ran to the outpost in ruin, and jumped into a recessed crevice in the ground which he covered with a boulder attached to a rope he pulled.
Before such an odd transpiration of events could be processed by the weary weekend warrior a deep growl emanated from the forest. The Shah's hairs stood on edge, lush grass beneath his feet decayed from the malicious growl hidden in the thickets. From the brush emerged a beast, its body was blacker than an oily sea. The beast looked upon the Shah with the eyes of a serpent.
"Aah a rare hunt indeed, usually one expects men in your predicament to abandon hope, but you seem to be one whom it has abandoned. I cannot say this doesn't amuse me. I must question fate if you have infact been brought before me to die. A man like you, unbound to the lies of the world. Your potential could be limitless."
The Shah looked at the beast then, flight was the first thought that came to mind, though he knew better. He involuntarily shot a glance to the ruins.
"The dwarf, I smelled him not too long ago. Yes, dwarven magic it was. Such a silly incantation it was, but alas it has trapped me in amongst these acursed trees. I have wasted years in this forest, entrusted to a foolish dwarf that could not use me" The beast shook its head then and looked upon the Shah. It charged then, but the Shah was no weakling. Being adept at footwork, the Shah had little trouble gliding past the beasts's strikes.
"Wait, are you a dwarvish weapon?(Prince Racquet)" asked the Shah.
"THE MIGHTIEST DWARVISH WEAPON! I AM TEXTRALAGOTH! he bellowed as he lunged forward. The Shah knew then what this meant for him. A second chance, redemption perhaps. He did not waiver as the beast descended then, he extended his hand forward into the throat of the airborn beast.
"It seems you may reach your potential yet, very well, you shall switch to me." In an instant the beast morphed into what is to be known as the Black Beasts Blade.
Moments later the dwarf emerged from the ruin and surveyed the Shah with the Black Beasts Blade in hand.
"I suppose you aren't very well going to stay for supper, I made stew." The Shah smiled. And so a new epic within Mordor ensues.
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