RP Event: Ghosts of the Dark Champion

[Jinrah]

Act 1
A dark shrouded figure sneaks his way into the Iluvatar's Helm Kinship house. A flash of lightning, followed by the deafening clap of thunder, illuminate the sihloutte against the beautiful elven constuction. As the rain begins to fall, the huddled figure places a parchment on the small table just inside the entrance. The word "Thornspine" is written in red, in large muddled print just above the strange wax seal that binds it closed. With a slightly muffled snicker, the strange intruder spins on his heel and heads from whence he came. The smell of brimstone and rotten meat linger in it's abscence.

((I will add clues everyday up until the day of the event, letting everyone slowly know what's going on. Should you have any ideas that you would like used, please feel free to send me either an in-game email or post a note on my website forums account, we'll discuss how to get it put into the storyline or if we want to use an entirely different approach. I look forward to seeing this unfold with you all. -Jinrah Morbane, "Dark Champion"))

[Jinrah]

Act 2
As the falling rain began to wash footprints and all evidence of the strange figures' journey into the Iluvatar's Helm Kinhouse, another figure skulks from the shadows. Draped and a long darkly colored cloak, the small man approaches the door to the large abode. In his right hand, a walking stick, adorned in elvish runes is gripped by a small gnarled hand. He gazes at the house with red-rimmed eyes, muttering to himself. The turbulent weather masks his words with thunderous roars. With the stick, he makes a symbol in the air resembling an X and utters his words of enchantment. The air crackles around him, as if the rain itself were alive. The winds tear at the robes of the dark creature, in deafening howls. Then all was silent. The figure, gone.

[Jinrah]

Act 3
As Jaelorn approached Thornspine, his hands tensed around the parchment he was holding. For one, he knows full well that he should not have opened it, let alone read it. There isn't much he can do about that now. His green eyes fixate on the tall elf's face as he nears his kinleader's mount.
"M'lord Thornspine," he chokes out. "Something is amiss."
"Yes Sir Jaelorn?" says with a quick smile.
With trouble in his eyes he holds the parchment up to Thornspine. "i found this in the kinhouse. Addressed to you. My apologies for opening it."
Still smiling, the battle fatigued leader looks at his fellow hunter and nods. " 'Tis ok, what is this about?"
Jaelorn's face grows solemn, not a trace of a smile can be seen. His seems troubled, as if someone had died. "Please read."

Seeing the graven look on the face of Jaelorn, Thornspine unrolled the weather-beaten parchment and begins to read its contents:
"To whom it may concern of Iluvatar's Helm,
You have a traitor amongst you. I, who shall remain a secret for now, was approached by a darkly clad warrior bearing your symbol on his attire. His words to me were not what troubles me, his double-cross is the issue. In the past, i have been in opposition of you and yourn, but propose in this instance, we bear allegiance to one another. A payment of several gold was given to your "dark warrior" for information of your own personal wearabouts, by an enemy of mine. So in turn, i paid him for the same information about my enemies leader. I was betrayed, as were you. I shall not yet reveal my identity, but it shall be known when the time is right. I would do to look after your flank, as this person seems to be playing all sides. I will contact you again when the time is right."
-signed A new ally

Jaelorn looked at his leader, his eyes filled with confusion. "what does this mean?"
Thornspine raises eyes from the paper, looking jaelorn directly in his face. Words could not seem to escape his mouth, though his thoughts were racing. After a short pause that seemed like a lifetime, he uttered solemnly "I do not know, my friend. I do not know."

[Jinrah]

Synopsis

Thornspine and the rest of the kin are now aware of a plot against them. From a very unlikely source. Some feel that Jinrah is guilty of the acusations by Jaelorn, while others are not quite sure about that at all. Either way, there is much to be seen before anyone truly knows.

With Jinrah away on business in war-ridden Angmar, he is not here to defend his own honor. That is no mystery. The mystery is, who are the mysterious intruders sneaking into the Kin house.

[Jinrah]

Prologue
Chapter, the second
Act I
As the anger boiled deep in the soul of the one called the "dark champion", he knew now was not the time. He'd been tracking Jaelorn for almost 2 years. Jinrah hadn't planned any of this. True, he didn't like his cousin, but he hadn't planned on it going this horribly. Jaelorn, his afore mentioned cousin had turned the entire kinship against him, making them think he was part of some plot to destroy what they had built. Since none of them knew Jinrah's true nature, they all assumed this to be true through the carefully planted evidence. Jinrah knew of Jaelorn's jealousy. He knew of the plots and schemes being tossed his way, yet he was powerless to stop them.

Jinrah stood over the hunter's unconcious body, pondering how far he should take his revenge. On one hand, he cannot willingly spill the blood of his kin. On the other, if he fails to correct what has come to pass, he'll never live it down. In his own heart, he knows what is to be done, but a darker side of him yearns for revenge. His soul was tired of hiding the fire that dwelled deep withing the annals of his being. The anger, the fury, the bloodlust. He knew not from whence it came, however, it was there nonetheless.
Jinrah hoisted the prone body of his cousin over his left shoulder, shifting the weight to make it more manageable to carry. He could feel the irratic breathing of jaelorn as his chest slowly heaved. The large gash on the side of Jaelorn's head was already bleeding, but from this position, it began to drip blood down Jinrah's cape.
The warrior of Gondor carried the body over to group of small bushes, laying him down on his chest.

"Today, you are spared." the ominous voice of the champion boomed. Jinrah then mounted his horse, causing it to canter in place for a second as he turned towards the position of the body. His bright grey-blue eyes glinted as the horse reared and galloped into the night.