Post by Er-Murazor on Jun 1, 2011 6:26:07 GMT
Sitting in a seat at the highest point of Minas Morgul, The Witch-King let himself relax, His mind stretching out and momentarily connecting with the other eight. He could feel that Khamul had gone north, There was probably some form of note or letter from The Mouth about the appropriation of one of His strongest generals, as there always was from the creature. How it could possibly find solace or fulfillment from such things puzzled him, His own feelings toward such things having shriveled and died millenia ago. Concentrating harder, He called out to the other seven, summoning them to Minas Morgul so that they could prepare for the war with Gondor.
Pulling himself back into the realm of mortals, He motioned one of his Black Orcs forward, inwardly thankful that Sauron had provided at least one form of semi-intelligent servants. As it neared, His voice hissed out from the darkness of his hood [glow=green,2,300]"Summon the armies, Send word to all who owe allegiance to Mordor. Finally the Age of Man is at an end, and the Age of The Dark Lord is at hand. We must prepare."[/glow] With that He waved it away to carry out his commands, knowing that the message needed to be simple or it wouldn't remember it, or anything close to it. Once more He was left in the empty room, Staring out a window at the corpse-light and beyond, Instinctively looking towards where the ring-bearer was. It called to him, Even now, and that alone bothered him.
Pulling himself back into the realm of mortals, He motioned one of his Black Orcs forward, inwardly thankful that Sauron had provided at least one form of semi-intelligent servants. As it neared, His voice hissed out from the darkness of his hood [glow=green,2,300]"Summon the armies, Send word to all who owe allegiance to Mordor. Finally the Age of Man is at an end, and the Age of The Dark Lord is at hand. We must prepare."[/glow] With that He waved it away to carry out his commands, knowing that the message needed to be simple or it wouldn't remember it, or anything close to it. Once more He was left in the empty room, Staring out a window at the corpse-light and beyond, Instinctively looking towards where the ring-bearer was. It called to him, Even now, and that alone bothered him.
