Post by Khamûl on May 31, 2011 1:23:10 GMT
From his meeting with The Mouth of Sauron, Khamûl has swiftly flew south-east from the stronghold of Dol Guldur and had arrived swiftly in the lands of Mordor. The Eye of the Dark Lord in Barad-dûr was busy, his war would come soon, his thought was bent on the recover of his Ring, the Elves had possession of it has far as he knew and his wrath would be not be any less directed at them than the world of Men.
Khamûl swept over the Ash Mountains and came upon the tower of Barad-dûr circling it once with his new flying steed he received the blessing of Dark Lord from within and swept off south to Gorgoroth where hundreds of thousands of Orcs were encamped in preparation for the Dark Lord's war, the second war of this Middle-earth, to emprison the world in shadow once and for all.
Khamûl guided his fell beast over the Orc camps flying low to make his presense well noticed, the Orc camps shook under the force of the fell beasts wings and shuddered with the terror of the passing Nazgûl. As he circled the mountain of fire Khamûl was not flying for practice he was inspecting the Orc camps - they were a mess, disgusting, as the Orcs choose to keep themselves, but they had work to do.
Khamûl flew over the camps causing general terror and intrege in the Orc and Uruk masses he swept upward and took position atop his winged beast on a crag of rock facing Mount Doom.
His fell beast let out a croaking roar as it landed upon the crag and the mountain of fire unleashed a booming cload of ash and fire onto the surrounding plains. The signal was given and the command of the Dark Lord made plain and simple to the Orcs as the great Eye swooped around its vision and the camps flared with evil light, the order was given.
Orc horns blared from the forward camps in Morgai as generals and captains of the hordes upon hordes of evil called a summoning, quickly the light of the camps dimmed as a sound like thunder roared marking the movement of ten thousand Orcs, they were summoned, summoned to war.
To the Morannon they marched, to the Black Gates. For to war they were called.
Khamûl swept over the Ash Mountains and came upon the tower of Barad-dûr circling it once with his new flying steed he received the blessing of Dark Lord from within and swept off south to Gorgoroth where hundreds of thousands of Orcs were encamped in preparation for the Dark Lord's war, the second war of this Middle-earth, to emprison the world in shadow once and for all.
Khamûl guided his fell beast over the Orc camps flying low to make his presense well noticed, the Orc camps shook under the force of the fell beasts wings and shuddered with the terror of the passing Nazgûl. As he circled the mountain of fire Khamûl was not flying for practice he was inspecting the Orc camps - they were a mess, disgusting, as the Orcs choose to keep themselves, but they had work to do.
Khamûl flew over the camps causing general terror and intrege in the Orc and Uruk masses he swept upward and took position atop his winged beast on a crag of rock facing Mount Doom.
His fell beast let out a croaking roar as it landed upon the crag and the mountain of fire unleashed a booming cload of ash and fire onto the surrounding plains. The signal was given and the command of the Dark Lord made plain and simple to the Orcs as the great Eye swooped around its vision and the camps flared with evil light, the order was given.
Orc horns blared from the forward camps in Morgai as generals and captains of the hordes upon hordes of evil called a summoning, quickly the light of the camps dimmed as a sound like thunder roared marking the movement of ten thousand Orcs, they were summoned, summoned to war.
To the Morannon they marched, to the Black Gates. For to war they were called.