Snaga
02-27-2002, 04:16 PM
I am Snaga, uruk of Mordor.
Should you crave the protection of the forces of darkness, perhaps I will help. But snivelling Tarks of Gondor, horse-filth, beardlings or elf-scum beware! I will put you to a death more painful than your cruellest imaginings.
So. This thread will tell you how I am mustering a force you should fear and respect. If you have the wits to read it. If you are an ally of the Dark Storm of the East, you may post here how you wish to help. Western maggots, do not try my patience with your mewing and whining. I have important matters to attend to.
I was exiled from Mordor for a time. I escaped death, after I slew the great orc captain, who insulted me. I travelled. I crossed the lands of galloping straw-munchers, I came to the Misty Mountains. I know the chieftains of the Orcs of Moria, and Gundabad. The mountain-worms are weak, pathetic wrigglers in their caves compared to us, who were bred by the Great Eye, in the third age. But there are many, and they are my friends.
But I returned, and I met with the Dark Lord, mighty overlord of the East, and of the South. He gave me the a great part of his strength to lead. I head a great garrison of orcs.
I went to the Sea of Nurnen. My force was camped there, in great strength. The waters are grey, and seem hardly to move under the unrelenting sun of Mordor. All about the slave workers toil to feed the armies of the Dark, chained in the fields. I came, and I found their lieutenant: my right hand. 'Who amongst this rabble, is the strongest lad we have?' Snarling, he dragged out a pit a great orc, more than man-high. Almost like an olog-hai he looked to me. He'd killed 20 of my forces in a fight last night, and he had been chained to a rock, at the bottom of pit of fumes as punishment. 'And who' I sneered, 'deemed this punishment right?' My lieutenant stepped forward. I slew him on the spot. For great fighters we need, and those who die by the wayside we feed to the wolves. The great champion I made my new lieutenant, and some of the lesser rabble quailed. 'Yes!' I laughed at them. 'And there's worse to come, but if you can stomach it I will feed you on man-flesh. Now! We go to Khand! Run you filth! We don't wait for weaklings, and gutless swine. If you stumble, you'll feel the whip; if you fall I'll slice your guts open. Run!'
Two nights and one day we ran for. I kept the lash on them, and we reached the southern mountains in good time. A few weaklings we slew along the way, and I was glad to be rid of them. Our wolves fed well.
I climbed the pass and at the top looked down on my domain, the land of Khand. I knew it was a land of wild raiders, brigands, man-filth who had become unruly since the days of Sauron. I would tame them soon enough. Dry, almost a desert land, the heat seemed to ripple off the plains. The lads filled their jerry-cans from the stream that crashed down from the summits to meander to nothing in flatlands below.
At the narrowest part of the pass was a gorge. Within I met the captain of the guard of the South of Mordor. Two huge cave trolls chained and shackled he gave me, and then his snooping little goblins led us down by night. At the foot of the pass were further caves, and here we led the trolls. No point in turning them into statues, my lads laughed in high spirits now. Burrowed into a great stone foothill these caves were, just by were the path to Mordor emerged, down to the dark places of the Earth. The fast dark stream bounded it to the east and then turn south.
'Here, we build our tower! You maggots will have to work, if you know the meaning of the word. But don't worry my lads, what do think these brutes are for? We don't want you worms breaking yer fingernails!'
Work began.
While at all times a part of my force toiled with the trolls to build the Fortress of Khand, at other times some part were busy elsewhere.
My most daring, and cunning boys I taught the secret arts of the silent kill.
And the wild men of the plains of Khand we subdued, and began to bond them into the force that Sauron once knew. For the new Dark Lord may need them to, and He will not be disappointed. Savage horsemen they are, fearless. They will rival the strawheads of Rohan.
It goes well, my fine friends. Great is the force arising in Khand. Strong and loyal to He That Does Not Sleep. We long for the day we may cross the Poros, and the Great River. Those that would help me in mustering forces for Darkness, or would seek aid, PM me, or post to this thread. I have need of dark magic. And there is much to do
Should you crave the protection of the forces of darkness, perhaps I will help. But snivelling Tarks of Gondor, horse-filth, beardlings or elf-scum beware! I will put you to a death more painful than your cruellest imaginings.
So. This thread will tell you how I am mustering a force you should fear and respect. If you have the wits to read it. If you are an ally of the Dark Storm of the East, you may post here how you wish to help. Western maggots, do not try my patience with your mewing and whining. I have important matters to attend to.
I was exiled from Mordor for a time. I escaped death, after I slew the great orc captain, who insulted me. I travelled. I crossed the lands of galloping straw-munchers, I came to the Misty Mountains. I know the chieftains of the Orcs of Moria, and Gundabad. The mountain-worms are weak, pathetic wrigglers in their caves compared to us, who were bred by the Great Eye, in the third age. But there are many, and they are my friends.
But I returned, and I met with the Dark Lord, mighty overlord of the East, and of the South. He gave me the a great part of his strength to lead. I head a great garrison of orcs.
I went to the Sea of Nurnen. My force was camped there, in great strength. The waters are grey, and seem hardly to move under the unrelenting sun of Mordor. All about the slave workers toil to feed the armies of the Dark, chained in the fields. I came, and I found their lieutenant: my right hand. 'Who amongst this rabble, is the strongest lad we have?' Snarling, he dragged out a pit a great orc, more than man-high. Almost like an olog-hai he looked to me. He'd killed 20 of my forces in a fight last night, and he had been chained to a rock, at the bottom of pit of fumes as punishment. 'And who' I sneered, 'deemed this punishment right?' My lieutenant stepped forward. I slew him on the spot. For great fighters we need, and those who die by the wayside we feed to the wolves. The great champion I made my new lieutenant, and some of the lesser rabble quailed. 'Yes!' I laughed at them. 'And there's worse to come, but if you can stomach it I will feed you on man-flesh. Now! We go to Khand! Run you filth! We don't wait for weaklings, and gutless swine. If you stumble, you'll feel the whip; if you fall I'll slice your guts open. Run!'
Two nights and one day we ran for. I kept the lash on them, and we reached the southern mountains in good time. A few weaklings we slew along the way, and I was glad to be rid of them. Our wolves fed well.
I climbed the pass and at the top looked down on my domain, the land of Khand. I knew it was a land of wild raiders, brigands, man-filth who had become unruly since the days of Sauron. I would tame them soon enough. Dry, almost a desert land, the heat seemed to ripple off the plains. The lads filled their jerry-cans from the stream that crashed down from the summits to meander to nothing in flatlands below.
At the narrowest part of the pass was a gorge. Within I met the captain of the guard of the South of Mordor. Two huge cave trolls chained and shackled he gave me, and then his snooping little goblins led us down by night. At the foot of the pass were further caves, and here we led the trolls. No point in turning them into statues, my lads laughed in high spirits now. Burrowed into a great stone foothill these caves were, just by were the path to Mordor emerged, down to the dark places of the Earth. The fast dark stream bounded it to the east and then turn south.
'Here, we build our tower! You maggots will have to work, if you know the meaning of the word. But don't worry my lads, what do think these brutes are for? We don't want you worms breaking yer fingernails!'
Work began.
While at all times a part of my force toiled with the trolls to build the Fortress of Khand, at other times some part were busy elsewhere.
My most daring, and cunning boys I taught the secret arts of the silent kill.
And the wild men of the plains of Khand we subdued, and began to bond them into the force that Sauron once knew. For the new Dark Lord may need them to, and He will not be disappointed. Savage horsemen they are, fearless. They will rival the strawheads of Rohan.
It goes well, my fine friends. Great is the force arising in Khand. Strong and loyal to He That Does Not Sleep. We long for the day we may cross the Poros, and the Great River. Those that would help me in mustering forces for Darkness, or would seek aid, PM me, or post to this thread. I have need of dark magic. And there is much to do