Post by Er-Murazor on May 27, 2011 5:24:22 GMT
The sound of crashing waves beneath him brought back faded memories to Er-Murazor, Reminding him of ages past that seemed to elude him. The shadow of his Fellbeast left a palpable darkness over the seas as He made his way to the last known location of the Corsairs, and more importantly, Their leader. All life, both bird and fish, seemed to avoid him, an aura of horror and death radiating out from him leaving him undisturbed as He traveled.
Soon enough, The sight of dozens of large, decrepit yet still imposing ships came into view. Inwardly, He sighed at having to actually do such things himself, but no one in the Dark Lord's service was better suited in the region, The only one capable of doing so otherwise being The Mouth and He was, as far as He knew, Heading North. As He neared the ships, and the reasonably sized town the Corsairs had obviously set up, or more then likely claimed as their own, He let loose a piercing scream, laced with the Magic of Fear which caused his Fellbeast to let loose it's own scream to announce His presence.
The awkward, near-crashing landing of the Fellbeast set up a large cloud of dust obscured their forms, Leaving His shadowed figure as it cleared, rising from the ground and revealing himself to the few corsairs who'd come to investigate. The mixtures of fear, reverence, and anticipation on their faces showed that they clearly remembered who He was, and more importantly, Who He spoke for. With calm, measured steps He proceeded forwards, a path threw the men clearing before him as He went to meet with their leader. He already knew how best to manipulate these fools, To secure their aid against Gondor so He could crush them and bring His forces north to aid The Mouth and Saruman.
It did not take long, the meeting with the drunken fool who lead this rabble to gain the services of the men of Umbar once more. Promises of the destruction of Gondor, and the return of Black Numenor, was almost enough by itself, Mentioning that it would please Lord Sauron for the Corsairs to aid him simply sealed the deal, so to speak. Once more would the sea's belong to Mordor, and the winds of corruption propel change upon Middle-Earth. The Third Age would be the last for Men, Elves and Dwarves. Those who remained after, They would all bend knee to Sauron. The Fourth Age would be The Final Age.
Soon enough, The sight of dozens of large, decrepit yet still imposing ships came into view. Inwardly, He sighed at having to actually do such things himself, but no one in the Dark Lord's service was better suited in the region, The only one capable of doing so otherwise being The Mouth and He was, as far as He knew, Heading North. As He neared the ships, and the reasonably sized town the Corsairs had obviously set up, or more then likely claimed as their own, He let loose a piercing scream, laced with the Magic of Fear which caused his Fellbeast to let loose it's own scream to announce His presence.
The awkward, near-crashing landing of the Fellbeast set up a large cloud of dust obscured their forms, Leaving His shadowed figure as it cleared, rising from the ground and revealing himself to the few corsairs who'd come to investigate. The mixtures of fear, reverence, and anticipation on their faces showed that they clearly remembered who He was, and more importantly, Who He spoke for. With calm, measured steps He proceeded forwards, a path threw the men clearing before him as He went to meet with their leader. He already knew how best to manipulate these fools, To secure their aid against Gondor so He could crush them and bring His forces north to aid The Mouth and Saruman.
It did not take long, the meeting with the drunken fool who lead this rabble to gain the services of the men of Umbar once more. Promises of the destruction of Gondor, and the return of Black Numenor, was almost enough by itself, Mentioning that it would please Lord Sauron for the Corsairs to aid him simply sealed the deal, so to speak. Once more would the sea's belong to Mordor, and the winds of corruption propel change upon Middle-Earth. The Third Age would be the last for Men, Elves and Dwarves. Those who remained after, They would all bend knee to Sauron. The Fourth Age would be The Final Age.
