The Shadow King [June 3010] (Open)
Aug 13, 2018 15:42:48 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 13, 2018 15:42:48 GMT -5
The sky was torn open by lightning, Minas Morgul stood like a black spike rising from the earth itself and it's ramparts were illuminated with every flash. The Orcs whose job it was to man the battlements could be seen shuffling back and forth performing their duties efficiently enough, there hadn't been a threat to the tower in millennia but nevertheless the master's plans must not be jeopardized. It wouldn't be long now, the breeding pits beneath Minas Morgul had been overflowing for years and the untold hordes of orcs in the caves beneath had grown restless. Orcs were known to be uncooperative with each other at the best of times but when they were itching for a fight they would quite often end up fighting each other in the absence of an enemy.
The cries of skirmishes between them echoed up from beneath the earth to the highest towers on the citadel. There was only darkness there, in truth there was a shadow that moved within the darkness. The helmed shadow peered through the window at the fires below. There were two Orc attendants at his back, these two had survived long enough to be trusted to serve their dark master personally. Despite resembling nothing more than a shadow wrapped in black robes the leader of the Nazgul was able to influence all the servants of Sauron to his will. His voice seemed to come from nowhere, as if it was carried on the wind itself "War is coming". It was a voice that sounded somewhat like a cross of a shrill hiss and the roar of a beast. The Dark lord has been seeking for a lost treasure for the last 60 years, to all but the Ringwraiths the truth has been hidden. The Nazgul alone know what it is their master seeks and why it is so important to him.
"I will ride north" the Witch king said again, turning away from the window. His attendants quickly bow to their lord and hurriedly move out of his way, "Have my horse saddled and ready to depart" he called behind him as he removed the great spiked mask leaving him once again as a black robe and hood.
The cries of skirmishes between them echoed up from beneath the earth to the highest towers on the citadel. There was only darkness there, in truth there was a shadow that moved within the darkness. The helmed shadow peered through the window at the fires below. There were two Orc attendants at his back, these two had survived long enough to be trusted to serve their dark master personally. Despite resembling nothing more than a shadow wrapped in black robes the leader of the Nazgul was able to influence all the servants of Sauron to his will. His voice seemed to come from nowhere, as if it was carried on the wind itself "War is coming". It was a voice that sounded somewhat like a cross of a shrill hiss and the roar of a beast. The Dark lord has been seeking for a lost treasure for the last 60 years, to all but the Ringwraiths the truth has been hidden. The Nazgul alone know what it is their master seeks and why it is so important to him.
"I will ride north" the Witch king said again, turning away from the window. His attendants quickly bow to their lord and hurriedly move out of his way, "Have my horse saddled and ready to depart" he called behind him as he removed the great spiked mask leaving him once again as a black robe and hood.