--------------------------------Isengard Time---------------------------------
Real time is: Fri May 11 08:41:13 2007 - Elendor time is
Nighttime on a Cloudy Winter Monday, January 2, 3041
The Moon's Phase is: full
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Caves of Isengard: Gathering Area
The Gathering Area is an enormous cavern, among the series of interlinking caves beneath Isengard this must be one of the
biggest. It spans across for a huge distance in every direction, leading to other caves. The cavern is made entirely of
black stone, the ceiling rises to an impossible height here, so high that it blends completely with the darkness and
vanishes from view.

There are always a great number of Uruk's and Uruk-hai milling about the Gathering Area, unless their numbers are scarce
during wartime. Bustling crowds shove and push at each other as they all try and go their own way, however, the majority of
the crowd is always headed towards the huge cast iron door of the White Wolf Inn. There are uruk 'vendors' eveywhere,
wandering about the hall trying to peddle and sell their wares: weapons, armour, grog, or any number of things.

In the center of the Gathering Area is a statue, twice the height and breadth of an Uruk-hai is a bright white five fingered
hand grasping upwards towards the ceiling, there is a small metal spiked fence surrounding it in order to protect it from
damage.

Along the black stone walls of the Gathering Area are a number of lit torches at roughly five meter intervals, however, even
these provide little light for the area, the great cavern is dim and murky; not a drop of sunlight gets into the massive
cave system. Near the center of the cave, by the statue of the hand of Saruman, is a hastily made wooden sign, arrows
jutting out of it with poorly written words painted on indicate directions to each of the other caves.

Participants:
Gnarsh
Shryuk
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Cold radiates from the ceiling above the Gathering area, hinting at a cold winter in the world outside the caves. Icicles
hang as daggers on the ceiling, dripping water as the tips meet the steamy warmth of the caves beneath. High above the
walking surface is a transition zone, and it is forever a conflict of the world of light and dark.

Standing near the Black banner, Gnarsh peers around the Gathering area. A snaga wanders too close and the Bear strikes out.
"Watch where you're walking scum," he snarls out.

Accompanied by the usual two smiths, one a gemsmith, and the other an armor smith, Shyruk takes small strides from the Inn
towards the gathering area. "We need to remember that the men of Rohan have speed on their side, along with archers they'd
be a formidable opponenet." He's overheard saying to the smith.

Looking at the commotion caused by the black banner, Shyruk glances about towards Gnarsh and makes his way over there.
"Bear, I have a proposition for you."

Hearing mention of the strawheads from a distance, Gnarsh turns his head to focus upon the conversation. Narrowing his eyes,
the Uruk-hai snorts at comment about the human's capability. Catching sight of the speaker approaching, the Appentice
Engineer stifles any comment he might make. "Captain," he snarls out in greeting. Lifting a brow, and stepping towards the
senior Hai, he tilts his head, sending his matted locks flipping to one side. Drawing back his lips, he bears a yellowed
fearsome smile. "And I have a moment to listen to your proposition."

"I have some plans for the raids on the horsemen. However to do so I need the black powder, accualy not some, lots. Tribes
know that the bears are keepers of black powder. That means I need your help to steal a few barrels from the bears. Before
you ask, I promise you'll be compensated very well for your trouble, and perhaps we'll see about promoting you in ranks."

The uruk-hai over the left shoulder of Shyruk pokes his head out, "Should you refuse, we'll see how well uruk-hai eyes fit
in gem sockets." He cackles loudly and retreats back to his original space.

Grinning fiercely for a moment, the grin fades to a snarl of challenge. "When it comes to blowing up humans, I need no
threats, /Captain/," Gnarsh growls, "And if the powder is to be used against the Strawheads, then there is not point to
steal. We all gain at their distruction."

Crossing his muscular arms over his chest, he glares at the Captain with fangs beared, "Theft is only needed for Clan
against Clan." He lifts his chin and glances from side to side to see who might be listening. "So which is it to be used
for? Human or Hai?"

"Perhaps a little bit of both. However almost all will go to the horsemen, and some will go to me for personal use. As for
needing to steal it, we'll need to because the bears covet it so much as their own invention." A snarl eminates from his
mutilated lips as he seems to be getting impatient with the grunt.

"It could be arranged," Gnarsh mutters as his orange orbs narrow on the Hammer Captain. "You speak of compenstation, but
you're vague, and I don't sell out cheap and I don't sell out on a promise of something unnamed."

Lowering his brow, his gaze becomes harsh. "The powder can be gained, but not until the benefit to the procurement agent is
clearly spelled out." He smiles, once more showing his discolored fangs. "Name it Captain."

"I have a bag of gold in my pocket, you'll get a promotion from within your ranks. However that part, I'll have to use you
for, and I'll back you up with my hammer. However back to our original proposition....You get another half a bag of gold per
barrell you bring me. Do we have a deal?" A grubby hand is extended and as a little warning, his cloak is pushed back
revealing a sturdy hammer, on one side it's blunt, the other is sharp as a fresh pick axe. His other hand moves to the shaft
of the hammer as if ready to use it.

Dropping his chin to his chest, the Hai seems to consider the deal. Lifting his chin slightly, he nods once. "Done." he
hisses as his eyes flicker to the hammer hanging at the Captain's waist.

"Where is the powder to be delivered?" Gnarsh says in a lower voice as he continues to shift his eyes about to see who
surrounds them. Curling back his lip into a wicked smile, he adds, "You'll know my procurement has begin when rumors fly
about Bears being found dead while on guard duty."

"You're to bring it to the Brewry, tell the bar-hai, his shipment of blackmead has just become available. Oh and bear, the
more guards you kill the more of a mess I have to clean up, so please be careful. If the job gets to messy, I may just clean
you up." The -hais chuckle and shake their heads. A snaga comes up and hands the smith reg piece of cloth, "Sir, problems in
the armory."

Again Gnarsh snarls as his hand finds the staff of his axe, "Again, I said I need no threats. I will do what I need to do to
bring our bargain to completion." Snorting, he sends spittle over the cavern floors. Taking a step away from the Banner, he
turns his head towards the Captain. "You'll get what you want. Just make sure I get what you promise."

Stepping away, the Bear seeks to fade into the crowd that wanders about the Gathering Area.

Shyruk looks past the bear as he leaves, "Hey Bear! Don't forget, Black mead." He tosses a large leather bag towards the
bear. Several snaga jump for it however they all fall short as Gnarsh turns around and catchs the bag in one hand. Throwing
it up softly he snarls "....Black mead." and walks away.