Hannibal? Have you abandoned your transport?

[frodofigment]

*peeks out of the darkness at the beast hulking and trumpeting so nearby he can smell the salt and musk of its skin. Watching the animal change and shift had made him feel so...so peculiar. Something was so familiar about it he found himself walking towards the beast, holding his broken arm in place with his other hand

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[tgchaos]

*laughs* ::Oh, yes, that is exactly what I am going to do! You're a bad liar, Iorhael. You always have been. You may know a few things, but you haven't the ability to use any of it! A broken arm is a simple fix but a fix that has none-the-less drained you of all your energy! You are no match for me.::

[greypilgrim]

*a tall figure swathed in a huge dark cloak steps out of the shadows of a doorway* We don't need a Nazgul from some other realm here just when ours are finally improving their fashion sense. *flashes a staff from under his cloak and raises it, facing Chaos*

*intones in a language Chaos and anyone looking a bit unsavory can understand* U BA GRONK PUSHDUG-GLOB!!!! Be gone!

*his staff starts to glow*

[ To the dungpit, stinking filth! ]

[tgchaos]

*turns to look at the gray figure, laughing from within the hood of the Nazgul. Is silent for a moment, then laughs, a cold and hollow sound*

Yes, I would be surrounded by all things grey that haven't a chance against me. What is it that you hope to acheive? I have done nothing to you, Wizard. My business is but with this halfling. I would watch out for a certain Stoor, though...he's after more than just this one, meager halfling. Why not waste your time in pursuit of, say....him instead?

[frodofigment]

*stares at Gandalf, then looks at Chaos*

.......*slowly takes his cloak off, holding it in his hands. Concentrates on it and to his own amazement, absorbs it*