RPG#35 - Despair!

[Snaga]

Prologue
At the end of the Third Age, it is told that a halfling and his esquire journeyed even into the land of Mordor, and cast down the realm of Sauron. The ring of power, forged by the Dark Lord, was the foundation of his reign, and it was cast into the fires of Oroduin. And this great victory was much the work of Olorin the Maia. And in the Red Book of the Thain, that may yet be read in halls of learning of Minas Tirith, are recorded the tale of those years.

By this deed, was the realm of the Kings of Numenor restored, and great was the power of the King Elessar. Long did he reign in blessedness, with the Queen Arwen Undomiel. Yet all things must fade, and depart, and that evil that fades seemingly to nothing, may be reborn and return into the world.

A new lord of the East arose, and many felt a shadow of dread at his coming. But though orc-hordes he had, for the most part peace there was in the world. Men marvelled at the flowering of the Brown Lands, and even the dreadful vale of Gorgoth was less foul than of old. The more so that Lord Dengen-Goroth made peace with the western lands. So it was as the years of the Fourth Age stretched on endlessly.

Yet foul creatures remained in the deep places and far lands of the world, where the light of the new age came not. Slowly, the bliss that seemed upon the world became tarnished, though at first none could say how so. But then, bitter deeds were done, and cruelty unleashed upon the lands of Middle Earth, and here that tale shall be told.

[Snaga]

ooc:
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[Snaga]

August 15

Snaga had left the Tower of Khand, in the command of a great uruk Chieftain Lugzog and ridden west and then north. He took just a small band with him: a dozen wolf riders fast and cruel. He rode in their midst, on Iron Tooth, the greatest wolf steed of all. On they ran tirelessly, only in the brightest heat of the southlands did they pause and rest. Here and there littering the route upon the way would be a fallen rider hewn with cruel strokes, or horse that had got lame and been slain. Here, they stopped and rending strips of flesh from the stale carcasses, gorged their appetite and fed their steeds.

At last, after a great time, as even the great wargs tongues lolled as they panted, they came in sight of the place they sought. The Harad Road now marched north-eastward, then at a corner turned more northerly. Snaga and his troop came out of the wild at this corner. Brooding to the east were the Mountains of Shadow, and far to the west lay the sea, a faint glimmer in the gathering gloom of dusk, where the Great River finally ended its journey in the Bay of Belfalas. But Snaga looked northwards. For in a great cleft in the mountains came another river, angry and swift, tumbling into the flatlands to meet Anduin. This was the River Poros, and it was not to be crossed save at this one point: the Fords of Poros.

And on the nearest side was a great camp of horsemen. ‘Ha! Look there my lads – there’s Drygo’s boys. So he didn’t slaughter all of them along the way!’ he laughed. Gashdug leered ‘Perhaps we can feast on some more of them tonight!’ But Snaga spat at him. ‘You fool. These men are our friends. If they care to leave fresh meat on the road, that is one thing. But some of them may be coming our way! Hold your tongue when we get near, if you don’t want to hold your innards in your hands.’

They came down the slope. ‘Wait here! I’ll deal with Drygo.’ Climbing down from Iron Tooth, he threw a dark hood over his face and sauntered down to the Fords. Here he saw a few travellers heading south, paying tariffs to cross the horsemen. He wondered if any were looking for him.

A huge campfire blazed, roaring. Snaga went towards it, and was challenged by a sentryman. ‘Where is Drygo, worm of the desert?’ Snaga hissed. ‘Do you not know me?’ Quailing the man departed to get Lord Drygo.

Snaga waited. ‘So, it begins.’

[Khamul]

Lord Drygo, sitting in his inner chamber of his newly built fortess, is swiftly interrupted by a young boy, only 20 or so years old. He quickly notches an arrow to his bow, and fires an arrow over the boys shoulder. The boy falls to his knees, and reveals to Drygo of Snagas presence, and wish to see him. Drygo immediately grasps his cloak and prepares his meeting chamber, for his superior. Drygo grimly says to himself, "He shall be pleased." He hurriedly tells the child to run and report to Snaga of our meeting place. Do not be a fool, or Snaga and I shall both punish you. You shall wish for death, if you dont succeed.

[Snaga]

The boy leads Snaga to Drygo's halls. The fortress is new but well built and strong, a tower of strength overlooking the Fords, such that an army might break itself upon, like waves on a cliff. Snaga shows no sign, but is pleased.

Outside the door of Drygo's inner chamber the boy halts. 'Tis here, sir!' he stammers.

'Well done my lad' Snaga sneered. 'Do you know how I reward those who help me...?' He tossed a cruel blade from one hand to another. The boy shrank back.

Snaga laughed, his jagged teeth a twisted and sadistic snarl. 'With another task' he said as he sheathed his knife. 'Others will arrive soon who ask for us. Send them to me. Here's something for you.' A small coin clattered to the floor as he turned and entered the room.

[Khamul]

Drygo, pacing in his hall, wondering why the young boy is taking so long, suddenly hears a noise and stiffens. His nerves are relieved when snaga walks in. "We have much to discuss" Drygo immediately states. Let us not wane with weariness, bring us ale,he shouts to a nearby man, let us discuss what is to come.

[Snaga]

Snaga prowled to and fro for a minute.

'Drygo, we are going north.' he stated flatly. 'I hope you are ready. You'd better be! Do you have someone amongst your band of gallopers you can leave in command here? Lord Dengen has given us leave for this little task, but with little pleasure one might guess. And he will toast us slowly over the fires of Mt Doom, if something slips while we're away!' Snaga sniggered to himself, yet had little pleasure in the thought.

Then from beneath his cloak he produced a map, of the lands of Middle Earth. Spreading it out over the table, and weighting the northern edge down with a skull that lay at hand he held the southern edge in his claw-like hand and pored over it for a moment. 'We are going north. I've had Messages to go and find my kindred in the far northlands. How far do you reckon Mount Gundabad to be? Anyway, the first part of the journey we should manage without problem. We have leave from the Lady of Ithilien to pass through. We don't her little arrow-shooters after us!'

'If it were just us and our boys, then we would leave soon. But I had hoped more help would be here by now. I'm sure it will arrive soon...'

ooc - Come evil fiends of the world... join this RPG!!! You know you want to!!!:D

[Khamul]

Drygo sends word to his captains to pick one of the men who they deem worthy. "If this person is not able to command, you shall be immediately executed by myself. And this death will not be as painless as a quick arrow, but many times over will you wish that this were true."

Drygo turns to Snaga, and replies,"When do we ride My Lord? This quest already leaves me restless for action, and my men think likewise."

Drygo sends messangers to all of the surrounding regions, and to those of the Dark Legion requesting assistance on this urgent quest.

Time must not wain, Drygo says to snaga, and our efforts to do this task will be in vain if we dont act fast. Lord Dengen needs no reason to give us a tour of Mount Doom. Of Mount Gundabad I know not the distance of time or miles that we would need to undertake to arrive.

Drygo asks for some more ale for him and snaga and while the slave was leaving, they discuss in hushed tones the nature of the quest (OOC: PM)

Drygo sensing the urgency of this mission, immediately tells his men to gather their belongings, and for the smiths to let the men choose their other weapons needed for war. What we dont have in number, we can make up in skill and valour, until more of our kindred a arrive. I shall send messages to the Wild Men of the region, they are strong and ruthless in battle. A good example they would have been for the many that I have slain along the way. (OOC: My own troops- to those who dont know)

Let us prepare, he throws the wine to the ground, and states, "No more time for merry-making, we have much work to do."

[Snaga]

'You see, Drygo, I have been asked to govern the orcs of Mount Gundabad far in the north. But... there have been messages. Foolish talk you'd think. I know these mountain maggots. Always babbling about dark things in their tunnels, things that grab the goblin-children, fire in the deep pits of the earth, that sort of brainless babble. So I expect it is nothing. But I know something is happening. Do you know why? Because the orcs of the mountains asked me to come and lead them! Nar! something aint right. The Great Orc is dead they say. So what? Why doesn't one of their own want to rule? The little worms don't have anyone fit to rule - I've been there before, so I know that! But there's always been plenty of those little ratfolk who'd stick a knife in a friend's guts to get his job if meant more meat at the end of the day. So what's changed now?'

He paused for a moment thinking.

'Anyway, we just want enough with us, so we don't have to do our own fighting. But not so many as will draw attention to us. I brought twelve of my lads, you need no more than that. And its cold up that way remember. Don't take any of your boys that will freeze to death at the first sign of a snowflake!'

He looked at the map again. 'It must be 70 leagues to the Battle Plain, then 70 more across the Brown Lands. If they're still brown that is. Then almost twice that to the Mountain.' He shook his head.
'Even amongst all the great orc-runs this is going to be a hard slog. I hope you haven't been getting too comfortable in your nice new castle!'

He rolled up the map again. 'We go tomorrow night. Where's that boy? Hasn't anyone else arrived yet to join us?' (ooc: Hint hint!! C'mon guys!:D)

Turning away he muttered to himself 'Whispers of wind? What could that mean?'

[Khamul]

OOC: we have a new member of the bad guys, Ulairi, he has volunteered to join us. I told him to pm you with the news.

Snaga, my friend, apparently my letters have done some good. We have a new comrade in our quest. He shall be arriving shortly. He is of the pyromancer order, and shall be a great help to us. Him and I are the only mortals blessed to be taught of the magic of fire by the Barlrogs. Together the mountain shall be engulfed with fire if the need comes.

I have chosen 11 of my men and myself to assist you on this quest. They are of similiar blood as myself, and will be a great assistance to us.

[Snaga]

August 16

Outside Lord Drygo's fortress shadows lengthened, to cover all the land as the sun sank in the western skies. The gates opened, and a small company issued forth, dark and swift. At its head were a dozen wolf-riders, behind them a dozen horsemen. In their midst came Snaga and Drygo.

'Three days it will take to reach Emyn Armen, the hill that overlooks Minas Tirith. A further day will take us to the crossroads. Our road lies north, but we will turn aside to see the Morgul Vale. We're going to look for some flowers there. I don't suppose you know too many of my kind who like flowers?' he laughed. 'These ones aren't a pretty sight!'

[Khamul]

Drygo chuckles, "Maybe Orcs can have some humor in their souls." He sees a look from snaga and thinks aloud, "Or maybe not."

Let us go in our quest, we shall not need much weapons, we need stealth and quickness. Let us ride now before we are stopped by some petty need. I have left someone in charge, I am prepared for work. And in my group, none shall die on my hands." Drygo looks around, "I have only 11 men with me, all shall come back safe."

[Snaga]

August 19

Snaga and Drygo reach Emyn Arnen at night. Leaving the others to make camp in a deep cleft in the northside of the hill, overhung with trees, they climb to the top. They go warily, for this is the land of the rangers of Ithilien. They have leave to travel here, but friend may be mistaken for foe in the dark, and not all have the nightsight of orcs.

They reach the top, and it commands a great view of the land. To Snaga, in the light of the moon, all is clear. He sees the Mountains of Shadow marching to the east. From north to south in a great arc bending eastwards comes Anduin. Perhaps far to the north, he sees a faint mist from the great falls of Rauros. Across the river to the west lie the snowy peaks of the White Mountains. Down, far down, almost beneath their feet lie the landing places of Harlond and the walls of Pelennor. And opposite, the gleaming towers of the white city.

Snaga fits an arrow to his bows, and slowly draws it back, aiming across the river. He waits for a long moment. 'Perhaps I'd better not!' he grins, and lowers his bow. 'I believe we call them friends now.' Bats flutter in the air.

'Bats! These are from the northern mountains!' Snaga says to Drygo. 'I wonder what brings them here.' One flutters downs, and lands on his shoulder. It squeaks for a few moments, then flies off.

'Come Drygo, let us go and rest. I have news of a great ally and servant who awaits us. Such a dread name of woe, as sends shivers through my sinews to taste upon my lips. No word of this to anyone mind, I will tell you as we descend!' (ooc PM). Snaga speaks to Drygo in hushed tones as they walk back to the camp.

[Khamul]

Ay, that is great news for us. Let us not rest long and continue with renewed hope.

Drygo's men are chatting in hushed tones over by the edge of the fire. Drygo, questioning their intentions, walked over and asked them, "What do you speak of that requires such whispers?"

They quickly dispersed, and Drygo reached for his bow, but one man stopped when the others had left and told Drygo of what they had discussed. The man said, "Lord Drygo, we need you to talk to some of the orcs, they have been stealing our food and money." Drygo chuckles and replies, "I shall take care of this." Drygo pulls out his crossbow and notches an arrow and fires the arrow directly over the man's head. "Now leave and go home you gut-less wretch. I don't need your puny service, I have other friends around who shall take care of you." As he takes of running, Drygo releases two of the Wargs that he had brought with him. "Go and kill this man, then find fifty more of your own kind and bring them here to us."

Drygo gleefully searches for his other men. He shall keep those he trusts, but those who he had suspicions before. "They shall not see the light of day."

He goes over to Snaga and tells him that he is going hunting. Snaga smiles having seen what has been going on. "I shall return, but I may be the only one."

[Snaga]

Drygo has not gone far in his pursuit when he hears sounds like bird calls in the woods. Like, but unlike.

Going more warily now, he comes to the edge of a clearing. Then he sees a sight he did not expect. The two wargs lie dead, with green-feathered arrows through their throats. He stops.

A voice calls down from above. 'Who walks like a hunter in the woods of Ithilien? Name yourself, and your business!'

[Khamul]

I am Drygo. I have leave from your lord. And am hunting some treacherous men. They have become weak, and can not continue to hunt and work under me. I send them out, and my Wargs were meant to detain them. Did my Wargs attack you my lords? I have meant no harm to any people not under my rule. My name and killing do not go hand in hand. I am a man of peace and wish to wonder why I have been detained.

[Snaga]

A tall man drops from a tree, and lands on his feet before Drygo. He looks at him with little pleasure.

'You say you have leave to walk here by the Lord of Ithilien, but there is only Lady Talierin whom I serve. I am Ingold, and I am captain of the rangers of South Ithilien. Fell beasts such as these' he says, gesturing to the dead wolves, 'do not detain those who they pursue. They will kill them if they can.'

He thought for a moment. 'This much is clear to me. Those men ran in fear from you and your wolves. Aye, we marked their passing, and smelt their fear as they passed. I had thought that these wolves were all that they ran from, and so we slew them as all good men will. But now you say that you sent them, so this matter becomes more serious.

'I am commanded to let all walk in peace who obey the laws of this land. To slay men in judgement is permitted to none but the Lady of Ithilien. That these men live still you should give thanks for, or grim indeed would be your fate. As they do, I must take you for judgement, and you must plead your case. The crimes of these men must grave indeed to deserve such a fate.'

He shook his head. 'I must warn you these trees are alive with my men. Do not try to escape. Now, throw down you weapons!'

[Khamul]

Yes, I shall do as you say my Lord. Please excuse my behavior in your land. Being uninformed of my current geographic location. These men were being brought back to my camp to be punished. They have been unfaithful to me, their lord. And under the laws of my land, it is my duty to carry out the task of punishment. The wolves were told to detain them. They have been trained not to attack unless harm has come to them. If they have not followed these orders, I am prepared to take the punishment that you Lord deems necessary.

[Snaga]

'Indeed?' Ingold says. 'Some might say that right is right and wrong is wrong, in whatever land you are. But we will talk no more here. You must come with us, and we will talk when we reach our camp. I must send messages and see if you are indeed permitted in this land, and then I will decide.'

Three more men come and take Drygo's weapons. They binds his hands behind his back, and lead him away briskly into the dark of the night.

August 17

At Emyn Arnen, Snaga and the orcs sleep. Guards are posted, and the wolves stare watchfully. The sun rises, but only a little light comes into their dank, dark hollow. Snaga wakes up. 'Where is Drygo?'
'They have not returned, master' replies the orc on watch.

* * * * * * *

Many miles away the rangers reach their camp with Drygo. Morning is coming. Still bound, they give him a blanket and let him rest.

When he wakes, the sun is high in the sky and scorching, even through the leaves. The world seems to buzz with the life of birds and insects, the light sparkles on leaf and shoot and flower. Drygo is dazzled and can barely look after three days of travel under darkness with the orcs. He screws up his eyes to see the camp is on a grassy hillock that rises from a deep sea of heather and bracken. Huge red barked pine trees with huge trunks that soar like towers march as far as the eye can see, but they are thinly spread and the branches provide thin respite from the glare of the sun. Drygo watches as the rangers seem to run up and down the trunks, pulling on ropes that dangle from on high.

He is fed, and then at last Ingold returns to talk again.

'Well Drygo Wolfmaster, I have this to tell you. Messages I have sent to our Lady, and they have returned while you slept. Your name is not known to her, but another name is. Your words have spoken of no other who is with you or who you serve that may have leave to be here. So perhaps you have more to say?

'It seems you have done no wrong to our Lady's realm. Yet know that we have spoken to your men. They say they have done no wrong to you and that they were robbed and set upon. They say your wolves would have killed them, and they have begged for sanctuary.

'I am not minded to try you for these crimes. Because proof of guilt or innocence seems unlikely, either for the crimes you claim and their claims too. We have slain your wolves, which you say you can command not to slay in the chase. I have never seen such a feat, but we have robbed you of the chance to show us.

'I think ill of you Drygo. There is a dangerous light in your eyes, and you travel with wolves. In days gone by, in harder times, that would be proof enough of crimes warranting death. Thus I judge that you shall not be allowed to carry out your punishment upon your men, be they treachers or no.

'But as for you, you must prove your claim that you have leave to walk in this land. If that you can do, I will suffer you to continue this journey unhindered, although not unwatched. If you cannot, will escort you from our country, and bid you never return. So speak now, and speak wisely!'

[Khamul]

You speak wisely my Lord, and give me leave to only do the same.

I have traveled to protect Snaga who is traveling to his new realm. I have been informed that I have been given leave. This privilege was misused on my part, and I ask for leave to speak and answer any questions you may have of me.

There are two men who I had no intention of punishing, they are strong men, of the names of Mandel and Rohned. Have they leave to return to me. These are the only ones that I can trust. The others do not have my trust, and I wish not to deal with them again. I give them full leave to leave my service.

But, Lord they have been robbed of no sort by me my Lord. This was the reason that they were sent off. They acted as gut-less wretches and would confer with each other behind mine back. Is this not considered treachory even in this fair realm? I ask that you also realize, that where I come from, I should not show any weakness or some of my less trustworthy men will lose all sense of order, and no work shall be accomplished. My methods may seem harse, but that is how I have been raised from birth. I ask that you should consider this, I am a trustworthy ally with you. My fortress is close, and shall be of some help to you if need comes.

I shall be more of a help to you with more of a test and trial method. Let me continue on my quest and you may monitor my actions however way you see fit.

[Snaga]

Ingold nods grimly. 'Yes it is Snaga who has passage. As you are his companion you may go. You are orc-friend and wolf-master, and I must let you go free! I hear your tale, but it has no ring of truth in my ears. You offer a hand of friendship. Perhaps my lady and your lord are friends, but these are not policies I made for myself. I do not doubt they are made with wisdom and farsightedness, but some of us do not forget that the dark lands have always been our enemy. For me this peace is a peace of guarding and watching. So I do not seek your friendship Drygo Orc-friend! As for your tower know this! It comes to my ears that the fortress that you speak of now blocks the crossing of Poros. The way south stands closed, and what goes on behind your fortress who can tell?

'Now I will put your offer to these two men you wish to return to you, and see if they like your company.'

[Khamul]

Thank you for hearing me out sir. Please tell my men that they have Drygo's trust and shall return to great glory back at my fortress. I shall return to my camp on your leave my Lord if that is a privilege given to me.

You may do with the other men as you wish. They hold no place, good or evil, in my heart and memory. They are hereby banished from my fortress and surrounding area, unless I feel that they have changed.

I warn you Ingold, never shall one man defeat the whole of Middle Earth, you need allies and will not succeed unless you can trust your neighbors.

[Snaga]

Ingold made no answer to Drygo, but left him under guard.

* * * * * * *

Snaga and the orcs packed up the camp and prepared to leave. Snaga sent some scouts into the woods, who returned with news of the dead wargs. 'What has Drygo done? I can't wait for him. If we find him on the way so be it. Otherwise we will go alone. We leave at sundown for the Morgul vale.'

* * * * * * *

Drygo waited for perhaps an hour or so at the rangers camp, and the afternoon drew on. Then Ingold returned, and with him was a man Drygo recognised. It was Rohned. Ingold said 'Your other man, Mandel, resolved to go with his friends. Do not ask where they are going, for they have my word that you will not hear of it from me. Here though is Rohned. Go now, and remember all paths in this land are watched.'

'My lord.' said Rohned, bowing low.

[Khamul]

Finally a subject that I can trust. Rohned, you have gained great favor in mine eyes, and you have henceforth been promoted to second in command of my fortress.

Ingold, shall I be freed to return to my camp? I humbly ask that I should be escorted if thou wish, back to where you found me. There I shall find my way back to snaga with the help of my faithful man, Rohned.

[Snaga]

Ingold replies: 'You may go. Amrod here will guide you back to the glade where we found you.'

Amrod comes forward. The rest of Ingold's men gather their possessions, cover over their campfire pit, and disappear from view within minutes. There is no sign that they were ever there.

Amrod smiles politely. 'Come. It is this way.' and he leads the way as the evening shadows begin to lengthen.

They walk for an hour southwards. Presently, they hear the sound of harsh laughter, loud singing and the trampling of feet through undergrowth.

'I hear your friends,' says Amrod. 'You have only to wait. Goodbye!' Quickly he turns, and is gone.

[Tarien]

A black figure appears silently and swiftly. Snaga and Drygo spin to face it, as they feel a almost palpable fear eminating from the yet unseen form. 'Nazgul' one whispers. It hisses, and throws back it's cloak, revealing a golden-haired Elven lady.
'Who are thee who trespass Ithilien,' she whispers. 'Do you serve the Dark Lord.'

[Khamul]

Drygo pauses and replies, "Lady, we do serve the Dark Lord, and we have permission to travel through this place."

(OOC: BTW I havent gotten back to snaga yet anyways ;))


Drygo hears the trampling that the orcs are making, and begins to walk in their direction. He soon follows them back to the campsite, where he tells snaga of what has occured.

As they were talking they heard cloaked figure behind them. Some of the orcs became afraid, but Snaga and Drygo calmy waited for this figure to show herself.

[Snaga]

ooc - this is getting a little confused! lets see if I can get it together again!!:)

Drygo and Rohned appear just as Snaga and the orcs are setting off.

'Oh so you're coming after all!' sneered Snaga. 'I thought you'd lost your appetite for our journey. Where are the rest of your crew?'

But Drygo said: 'No time for that now... we have company! Look!'

Snaga hissed: 'A she-elf!' The orcs draw their weapons, and back off apprehensively. 'Shall we kill it? Let's shoot 'er quick!' they snarl to each other.

'Hold yer fire!' Snaga shouts to them. 'And hold yer tongues or I'll cut 'em out!'

He steps forward to meet her. 'Who are you, and what do you want with us?'

[Khamul]

Drygo walks up and asks, "Please state your business here. We have full permission to be in this territory, even though we may not be the most popular people here."

Drygo steps back and in the distance sees a mighty orc with a great sword and 6 Uruk-Hai at his back. They step into the circle and Drygo welcomes them. "Welcome Azog, you shall be of great help to us on our quest."

"These orcs are also with us, fair lady. Please tell why you have bothered our presence and our council."

[Azog]

Azog, the large orc strides up to snaga and snarls "I am Azog, servant of the Dark Lord. I am here to assist you in your journey. My friends and I are masters of torture, so if any of your men begin to rebel..." Azog flashes an evil smile and pulls out a dagger of an odd shape. Drygo recognizes it and begins to laugh. All of Snaga's orcs cower in fear. One young and inexperienced orc laughs at the others fear. Before his next breath, Azog dashes over and removes the orc's heart, leaving it still beating pumping out blood. The orcs eyes roll back into his head and he crumples over.

[Snaga]

(ooc - not very clever Azog!:( )

Snaga's orcs do not wait to hear more. They unleash a hail of arrows at the newcomers. They are highly trained and even in great fear, they do not miss. Each of the uruk-hai is struck through an eye as Snaga has taught them. Azog's Uruk-Hai are no more.
Azog has turned his back in triumph, to gloat at Snaga. His helmet and armour protect him, and the arrows are deflected. But three wargs leap at him and drag him down. They pin him to the ground.

Snaga puts his foot on Azog's chest, and his blade to his throat. The orc archers have their next arrows ready.

'You filthy ape! If you want to join my crew you do not start your service by killing one of my lads. How does that help me? My lads do not rebel, and they are not vermin to be slaughtered by anyone who cares to meet me on the road. As you have seen, they are an elite. Trained by the Guild of Assassins no less. And your great leadership has hardly helped those maggots you brought with you, has it? Now, tell me why I should let you join us, rather than kill you like your mates?'

(ooc - If you want to help, you are welcome, but try being a bit more helpful! Sorry about your uruk-hai, but what did you expect to happen???)

Azog snarls back 'OK OK. It won't happen again. But I am here to join this mission. Let me go.'

Snaga says 'Very well. But listen to this, and this is to all of you!

Our mission is of the utmost importance. We must be careful, we must be cunning, and we must be bold. But most of all we must work together. Those who wish to enjoy themselves slaughtering their mates and their friends will be no help here. If I see more of this indiscipline, you will come no further with us. You can wander alone without leave in this land, and suffer the consequences. But if you can be loyal, if you can stick by your mates, if you can help the cause and not hinder it, then when the great Darkness comes, the rewards for you will be great. I am Snaga. I lead this trip. And I have spoken. Who is with me?

[Khamul]

"Lord Snaga, my man and myself shall be of no problem to yourself, but instead a great help to your quest." (OOC: Azog that was kinda stupid wasnt it)

"I pledged my loyalty to the Dark Lord, and will assist you in this quest. I apologize for the delay in the quest and wholly pledge my support towards the present cause."

Snaga and Drygo each give each other a sly look, and both decide that Azog shall be placed among the weaker orcs for his insolence. "If you wish to serve the Dark Lord, then dont take the duty so lightly"

[Kit Baggins]

(OOC I'm joining this thread with my bad guy character- see the last page of the RP profile!)

As Snaga and Drygo's company reach a bend in the road, they see a figure standing at the roadside, sharpening a sword. The figure looks up as they approach, and they can see that it is an orc. The orc (whose name is Khazak) sneers at them.
"If it isn't the great Lord Drygo." he says, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Khazak spits at Drygo's feet. "You're nothing but a jumped-up tark with powerful allies!"

[Khamul]

Hold your tongue, vile orc. I shall not touch nor turn on you without heed, pray that you dont make it so.

Now, of what business have you in this land?

[Snaga]

(ooc - Welcome Kit. I couldn't reply to your PM because your inbox is too full! But yes Khazak is welcome:) )

Snaga looks at the lone orc. 'What are you, a deserter? You shouldn't be wandering around in these parts alone, you fool. Noone would miss one orc if the tree-tark rangers put a few arrows in you. You better come with us, if you want to live. Drygo, he seems to know you. Can we trust him?...

...And where's that elf gone? She is weaving some sort of deceit I fear. First she's here then she's gone, first in our minds, and then somehow we forget about her. Its not natural. We don't know if she's friend or what: we must be on our guard. We've got to get to the Morgul vale, we're close but I want to get there before the sun rises. ... And Azog, I've got my eye on you! Don't even think about it!'

[Kit Baggins]

Khazak's eyes narrow.
"I am a mercenary. I go wherever there is an army willing to pay me." he says, still looking at Drygo with contempt. Then he nods to Snaga. "But I will join you, I think." he says.

[Snaga]

'OK mercenary, you can come. If I tell you to kill someone, kill 'em. If they've got any money on 'em, its yours! Apart from that, when we get to where we're going, there'll be bounty enough for all of us. Oh, and whatever you've got against Lord Drygo, keep it to yerself.

Now we've got all these spare horses, you can 'ave one of 'em. Azog, you can have this wolf 'ere. Yeah - that one that wants to eat you. You cut up its master, so lets see if you can take 'is place! Gashdug! I want you right behind him - make sure he keeps pace, and behaves himself.

What's that leave? Another nine horses? OK tie 'em together, and sling the bags on their back - we'll all go quicker that way. At least now we've got them, we won't go hungry! Drygo, your lad can lead 'em out. Nine's more than we need, so we'll 'ave one for dinner once we've done what we're doing at Morgul.

Now, lets get going! And keep yer eyes peeled for that elf! I don't want her sneakin' up on us again. Let's go!'

[Khamul]

Drygo rides at the rear of the company, and wonders what lays ahead at their destination. Quickly he is snapped out of it, when he sees Azog slowing down. Drygo pulls out his whip and lashes Azog repeatedly until he would pick up his pace. "Azog, you fool of an orc. You shall not have it easy, after killing our comrades."

Azog looks at Drygo showing obvious disdain but is still too frightened to even pretend to make a open attack.

[Azog]

Azog speeds up, knowing the great power of Drygo. He surpasses all the orcs in speed and endurance and is quickly in the front of the pack near snaga. Running in stride withe the great orc, he bruskly says, "My actions were wrong, and I am now in service to you. There is a cave up ahead with some of my allied uruk-hai. They number 20, and are equal,if not more hardy to the orcs that I brought earlier. We have carried much armor a long ways, and it lies there. We also have much food. There I also have a letter from the Dark Lord, but it is addressed to Drygo and I have not read it." Azog stays with Snaga untill they reach a cave that is very well concealed.
(OOC: you didnt kill them all,:p , lol)

[chrysophalax]

Magnus opened his eyes slitting them against the moonlight.He
raised his head, shaking it irritably.He sniffed the wind and
growled deep in his chest. Visions had come to him in the night,
vision of orcs and men riding in company,in service to the Dark
Lord.
It was this same Lord who had awakened him,rousing him from
his slumber on the Withered Heath,luring him southward with the
promise of unleashing his spite on the peoples of the South.He
grinned evilly,as only a dragon can."Perhaps some treasure for my
hoard into the bargain!"
He stood,flexing his powerful wings.It would be good to fight
again!
Great silver wings lifted him silently into the air.

[Snaga]

Far to the south, Snaga stared at the band of Uruk-Hai.

'More wizards-spawn eh?' sneers Snaga. 'Well, they may be of use, I suppose, if they remember who's in charge. Rebel-scum those uruk-hai were in the old days, and they cost us the great war. Wouldn't take the prisoners back to Lugburz, they say. They'd better behave themselves in my crew! Still, they won't keep pace with us tonight. We've got our steeds, and we have much to do tonight. They can wait 'ere, and we'll come back for them.

'Now, give me that letter! Anything Drygo sees, I see too. I don't know why the Dark Lord would be sending messages like this. This could be a fake, a trap or something.' Snaga snatches the letter, and reads it. He hands it to Drygo. 'We'll talk about this later!'

They run swiftly through the night.

August 18

They reach the Old Cross Road, where they pass four statues. The sitting figure of the old king is at one corner. At two other corners are statues of halflings. One has a chain around his neck with a ring on, and an elven light made of a shining crystal is held high in his hand. It glows brightly in the moonlight. The other carries an thick staff, and his pack is huge. The last statue is of a stooping gangrel with pale eyes. The statues look east towards the mountains. That is the road that Snaga leads them on: the right turn that climbs ever upwards through huge twisted gorse bushes.

The road goes eastward for a time, climbing steadily. Then it bent southwards, a huge mass of rock looms high above them. They follow this for a time, until rounding a corner they come to the entrance of the valley. It is deeply riven into the dark line of the Ephel Duath.

'Now we will see who has a strong stomach!' laughs Snaga suddenly. 'For countless years, this was the foulest place under the sky. Its still not a pretty sight after all these years. But you're in luck! No Nazgul living here these days! Look!'

Snaga points to the ruins of Minas Morgul. Shattered towers, lie gaunt and ruined in the midst of the valley. 'That's the old city. They say just the sight of it would send the tark fighters mad with fear!' He led the way down the road. They saw the broken ruins of an old white bridge, that once crossed the stream on its way to the city. Beside it a new black bridge leaped across in a single sweeping span.

'Don't drink the water!' Gashdug laughed to the other orcs. 'Unless you want to see your guts all over the floor!' The stench of it was unmistakeable. The orcs seemed little bothered, but Drygo and Rohned felt sick.

'Now listen' says Snaga, looking at the others. 'We're here for the morgul-flowers! They tried to clean this place up, so there aint so many of 'em. You'll 'ave to look sharp. This whole place used to stink with them. You'll know 'em soon as you see them. Their white, and they glow a bit, and they stink like a corpse that's been left out too long. If you find one, dig it up careful! I want flower, stem, seeds, roots and the earth its in. But whatever you do, don't let it touch yer skin! You'll be dying a painful death before you know it. Redgor! Get those bags out and pass them round!

You lot get looking. I've got to go and check in with the guards up the other end, or they'll come to see what we're here for! I won't be long. Right! Get going! Oh and watch those horses! They'll leg it out of here if they can!'

Snaga cried out to his warg, Irontooth, and sprang away up the valley. Then he paused for a moment, and turning yelled, 'And watch out for that she-elf!'

[Azog]

Azog searches and finds nothing. He angrily kicks at a fallen branch and under is a dead Murgul-flower overgrown with grass. The glow has faded, but Azog picks it up and brings it to Snaga

[Khamul]

Drygo looks at Azog and laughs at his stupidity. "He said not to pick it up stupid orc."

Drygo continues to search but sees nothing. He pauses and marvels at how this place would have been like many years ago.

[Kit Baggins]

Khazak pokes around in some ruins, but finds nothing.
"What does Snaga want these stupid flowers for, anyway?" he snarls to Gashdug. Khazak kicks at a broken bit of wall, knocking it out of the way. A sickly glow illuminates the orc's face, and a hideous stench hits him. Khazak blinks slightly. "Looks like I found some." he says.

[Khamul]

Drygo wanders Minas Morgul looking for flowers when suddenly he sees a glow. Khazak has found a flower and seems to become lightheaded as she scoops it into the sack. Drygo wanders closer, but is suddenly hit with the stench. He gags, and walks back to his man.

[Snaga]

Snaga comes racing back on Irontooth. He crosses the bridge, and watches as Drygo is sick. Rohned's face is grey. Even the orcs are grim-faced and sullen.

'Well, well, well!' he laughs callously. 'Not feeling too good are we?' He laughs again. 'Well, it seems some of the old potency is still here. Excellent. This will serve us well! Lets have a look.' He inspects their finds.

'Excellent work, lads. Wrap 'em up nice and give 'em to Redgor to look after. Right, now get those gloves off, and chuck 'em. You don't want to kill yerself next time you get an itch in yer privates do you? Let's get going shall we. The Cirith Ungol crowd were giving me some dirty looks. Let's go! We don't want to spend weeks answering a load of stupid questions from 'em do we! Anyway, Drygo'll be coughing up his kidneys soon!

'We'll go back to get your mates Azog. We'll rest up for the day, then get going north. Its the Dead Marshes for us, then we'll see! Oi! Khazak! Are you OK?'

[Kit Baggins]

Khazak shakes his head violently.
"What- what-" he mutters thickly. Then he abruptly returns to normal. "Yeah. I'm fine." he says. As he turns back to the flowers, and puts another one in the sack, the others can hear him mutter sullenly "I'd better get paid for this!"

[Khamul]

Drygo suddenly whips out some Advil(sorta OOC) and begins to feel alot better.

"We should ride immediately, I would like to see what Azog's troops are made of."

[Snaga]

They gather the Morgul-flowers together, and carefully wrapping them to preserve the roots Redgor gingerly places them in the bags.

'OK Drygo!' chuckles Snaga. 'You do much for me that my own folk wouldn't, and I won't forget it. Let's get out of here! You can stop whinging Khazak. You'll get paid, don't worry. But what would you do with gold here anyway?'

They rode out of the Morgul vale and away. Stopping once for some water, they made their way back to the cave that Azog's Uruk-hai were camped in. Snaga surveyed his band with satisfaction - now numbering over thirty all told.

'We'll sit out the day here, and go north tomorrow,' announced Snaga to them all. 'Now my lads - time for a feast I think! We've done well tonight! Who wants to kill a horse!' Hoarse cries of delight and lust rang out. 'OK Ugfang, you have the honour' said Snaga to one of the new uruk-hai. 'But don't foul the meat, you stinking runt! Cut it up right. Remember there's men here! Save some for them: they won't want to be tearing raw flesh off the carcass with their teeth. Azog, Drygo, Khazak and Rashdug are eating with me. Azog! Make sure they bring us the best bits. We're having a council. Come with me!'

He walked off to a small rocky hillock nearby, and sat down heavily. He sat in thought for a while. He looked up and found the others waiting for him to speak.

'We've done well so far lads,' he began. 'But I haven't told you everything. Drygo knows the most. But there is more, but some of it I don't know myself yet.' He paused for a minute, weighing his words. 'You all know we're going up north. I'm going to my people in the Grey Mountains, and Mount Gundabad. The mountain maggots have sent for me, which seems strange. So I am going, but you should know this aint an Order from the dark master, although I have got leave. But there's more to this, but I don't get what's happening. There is something strange in this. Them flowers. I know we needed 'em, but I don't get why I knew it. I reckon my folk could make poisons to tip our arrows with. But that's my guess: I knew I had to get 'em before I thought of that. And you should know that when I left Cirith Ungol a messenger came and gave me the news that I was wanted as a commander of the dark Federations armies. And then the dwarf-lords want me: to talk about the mountains of the North. So I must go to councils with the high and the mighty! To be summoned from afar against all reason. To depart from service, and yet be rewarded. To know you must cull the poisons of an ancient power, but not to know why. What can I tell you? I follow my own mind. If I get Orders I carry them out. But I use my head, see? And my nose, and this don't smell right. In fact it stinks worse than you Khazak! This is someone's big strategy and I don't like it, 'cos I can't see who. But if you find yer hand full of cards, you 'ave to play 'em as best you can. I will have to leave this journey with you. I need you lot to keep going north. I'll come with you for the next few days, and then I'll be off for a time. Don't worry, I'll be back before you get near Mount Gundabad. I need you to keep going, because I'm not going into the Great Mountain without you lot as back up! Orc politics are messy! You should all know that!'

He paused again, looking closely at them all, trying to gauge their reactions.

'Well?' he demanded. 'Speak up! I know you all got stuff to say. So say it! And one more thing. I'll be choosing who to put in charge soon. Whoever I think will get you all there, safe and sound! So I'll listen to what you all think. But then its my choice, see? There'll be no arguing.'

[Khamul]

"I snaga would be willing to lead if there are no objections. If this be not your will, I shall still continue on the quest."

Drygo stood up and said, "I am sad to see you leave us Snaga. I hope that wherever you go, you will come back with answers."

[Dengen-Goroth]

Even then, as the orcen hoards sat and made feast neath the stars they heard the gallop of a steed. Snaga knew what breed it was quickly, of the fell breed of Mordor, as of the Witch Kings of Angmar. The beasts fell silent quickly, as did the orcs, for the air weighed heavy on them that eve neath a blood less moon. Then came a dark cloaked figure over the edge of a hill and the steed did roar then. Benighted they were, even creatures of darkness which they were. The rider was cloaked in black, and only the twin blades of his eyes were seen, an unsettling crimson betwixt veil of black. He strode down the hill and stepped into the camp, his boots glinting.
“Snaga, Commander of the Khand regiment.” Spoke the stranger in a strange deep voice. The moon, hidden by pacing clouds, was now revealed. The shadow of the stranger fell over the Orc Commander.
“Aye, it is I. And who are you to come on my lads an I, disturbing our feast?” Spoke Snaga as he rose to his feet. The stranger laughed silently to himself and then spoke.
“I have come from the city of the North, from the throne of the Dark Lord. He spoke to me thus: Speak, upon finding the Orc, Snaga, Proud and Faithful Uruk of Mordor. The Dark Lord sits upon his throne beholding his lands, and has seen that his word has met thine knowledge. Doth thee forsake my council and my offer? Hath thy mind downcast the Lord of Mornclaur’s offer in haste, for in haste was a response required. Soon the assembly of Lords shall be nigh at hand, and the response from thy mouth has been at bay for to deep in time. Speak now, and do not delay, your message. Least the choirs of Mordor lament, as this offer shalt hold no longer then nigh!”
The Wind rustled in the night, as Snaga contemplated this offer, the messenger before him.

OOC: This is a nice intricate way of asking for a response soon to my PM, I need it before Wednesday night. Thanks.

[Snaga]

Snaga turned away for a moment, shivering slightly. He set his teeth, and thought to himself. In the service of the Dark Lord there is little room for private counsels, just swift decisions, harsh judgements, and action. Here was a high honour, such as most orcs could never dream of. If for a moment Snaga thought of a simple life of a brigand, with his own brood in a mountain lair, it was only to dismiss it from his mind. Snaga's lust for blood and rich pickings turned to a simple but more seductive desire: power. To be Commander of the armies of the Federation. How he savoured the thought of victory in the foaming red turmoil of war and conquest! Yes! Commander! Who was he to quail as this shadowy figure offered the dark hand of destiny? He drew himself up.

'Well messenger, you have run your errand well!' he said, contemptuously. 'Convey to Lord Dengen my great thanks and acceptance of his offer. I shall be at the Senate. That is all!' He waved his hand dismissively, and took another bite of his dinner.

The dark figure stared for a moment and then turned to go with a hiss.

'Dagh burzsnag!' called Snaga harshly, and the dark figure stopped. 'Az shâbin rokhai!'

'What?' the dark figure spat. 'Do you expect me to walk?'

'Do not debate with me, globdug!' sneered Snaga. 'I am Gonnil-claur. I am in haste. I'll have you burning in a pit of fire for an eternity. You will take one of my horses, I am commandeering yours.'

He briskly led the way to the camp, where the horses stood fretting nervously eying the great black steed of the dark messenger. He untied one, and handed the reins to the black figure. 'This will not be forgotten!' snarled the messenger, menacingly.

'Not by me, you leprous filth. Run your errand. Begone!'

The messenger jumped onto the terrified horse and spurred it right at Snaga, who stepped aside with a sneering grin on his face. The horseman, turned and rode off, whipping the horse cruelly.

Snaga breathed out sharply. Then he smirked at Drygo and the others. 'I made a friend I think!' He approached the great black steed with caution. He attempted to grab its bridle, and it reared up at him violently, snorting loudly, looking at him with baleful eyes. He stepped back warily and circled. He leaped onto its back, and into the saddle. Once again the horse reared violently, bucking until eventually Snaga was dislodged, and fell off.

Some of the orcs grinned, and one of them laughed. Drygo walked up to him, and hit him, knocking him down with great force. Snaga watched and thought. 'As usual, I rely on you Drygo!' he said. He approached the horse again, and it roared at him. Then with a mail clad fist, Snaga dealt a massive blow to the side of the head of the horse. It staggered sideways under the impact. 'You are mine, fell beast!' Snaga snarled at it. He hit it again and it crashed to the ground. Snaga waiting for a short time then pulled it up. 'You have a new master now!' he said softly. He climbed into the saddle, and the horse was obedient.

'Give thought to what I have said!' called Snaga. For a short time he rode his new steed, putting it through its paces. Then he returned. 'Lets finish eating. Redgor! Bring us more meat!'

[Khamul]

Drygo calmly sat down at his place around the tables. The sun was beginning to set in the distance as they spoke in hushed tones of the many things that were about to take place.

Drygo seeing a stranger in the distance, mutters, "Azog, is that another one of your orcs. He seems to be riding a brown horse, and speeds toward us with great speed."

Azog replied, "No, my orcs are all assembled here." Drygo puzzled quickly pulls out his bow, and walks over, to intercept the orc. The orc asks, "Is Azog the Uruk-Hai with your company?"

Drygo quickly sends one of Azog's orcs over to meet with this messanger who called himself, Gihnarl.

[Snaga]

Snaga watches from a distance. Another messenger! Rashdug goes with the Uruk-Hai Ugfang to talk to this newcomer.

'What do you want? Is every pushdug coming our way? skai! Talk, before I cut your throat! Who do you serve?'

[Khamul]

The orc replies quickly, in his fright, "I am here to see my cousin Azog. I would wish to join him on this quest. My name is Gihnarl, and I have been specially trained in many arts of men, and of orcs. I have much power, and am willing to follow Snaga, whom I have heard of long ago as a young orc."

Drygo escorts him over to where the feasting is taking place, "Lord Snaga, can I have a moment alone with you?"

[Snaga]

'Yes, talk to me as we ride! I have given fresh thought to all that is happening, and decided I am in need of haste. We must go without delay! Clear this camp and let's go!'

Rashdug and Azog passed the order out, and soon they were on their way, leaving a great trampling, and the carcass of the horse, rent and torn, to fester in the coming heat of day.

They drew close to the Great Crossroads again, and Snaga said: 'Go on then! Speak now while you've got the chance!'

All about them the company moved with some speed. The Uruk-Hai were on foot pounding out the miles relentlessly, the orcs of Mordor on their wolves cursing the coming of day and knowing they would not stop for it.

[chrysophalax]

The great dragon flew ever southward,driven by mercilessly by the
Dark Lord's compulsion.He was hungry, having only been able to find a
couple of horses along the way. His mind turned to long-cherished
hatreds, carefully nourished against a time such as this. He saw that soon he would be nearing his destination.....

[Khamul]

Drygo pulls up by the black horse that carried Snaga, "Snaga, I would like to know if you approve of letting Gihnarl join our party. He seems to me, to be very suspicious. He hasnt even talked to Azog to my knowledge, and they claim to be cousins. I havent spoken to Azog of this yet, but I know that he seems to dislike Gihnarl."

[Azog]

Azog runs up to Snaga and Drygo. "I have been looking in the woods and have found a camp. A camp made by many men. They have many archers also.

(OOC- Is Gihnarl an actual person joining?)

[Snaga]

They reach the Crossroads again, and stop for a moment amongst the statues.

'Listen!' cries Snaga. 'I must go to Mordor alone: I will be back soon. I will meet you as you leave the land of Ithilien, for I will come through the Black Gate to the north of here. Here are my commands.

'In my absence Lord Drygo is in charge. Do as he says! Azog leads the Uruk-Hai, my folk I leave with Rashdug to lead. Those two, and Khazak and Rohned are his lieutenants for now, until I get back.

'Don't think you can get away with anything while I'm not here. I'll know what's happened, and who did it, and they'll regret it painfully... before I dishonour their dead body. Get it?

'More than that I won't need to. Azog tells me there's a ranger camp nearby. That should be a lesson for you all: we aint at home now, and we 'ave to be careful what we do, see? If you want them lot poking arrows in yer belly, just mess around a bit and see what happens.

'Now your road is up north! I'm going east again now, but I'll meet you coming south in a couple of days. Go fast!'

Then he says quietly to Drygo: 'This Gihnarl is your problem. Sort it. If you don't want 'im, kill 'im. We've got no use for any we don't trust! See you soon!'

With that he wheels his horse, and speeds off east. Irontooth follows. Within moments they are gone.

[Khamul]

Drygo lets the company watch Snaga leave, and then states "You are under my command now, and we must begin to move. Do not bring my anger upon you, we must meet Snaga at the gather point."

Seeing some puzzled looks, Drygo says, "And remember do not stir up any trouble with the rangers. They are many, and it would not be wise to attack them."

Drygo begins to ride and the rest of the company follows. Drygo sees Gihnarl riding his horse along the side of the troop. He pulls up even to him, and says, "Dumb orc, remember that you are under my rule. Speed up and dont slow us down."

[Azog]

Azog rode on a giant horse near Drygo. He meets Drygo away from Gihnarl and says, "Let me warn you. Gihnarl is a bringer of trouble. His tongue shall not remain in his cursed mouth for long." Seeing him luaghing and talking with another orc he sneeres "He needs to be reminded that rangers are in the woods."

[Khamul]

Drygo seems to like the idea of Gihnarl being punished. He sends Azog over to load up Gihnarl's horse with all of the heavier equipment so Gihnarl would not consider running his mouth.

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After a few days, Drygo sensing the need for rest, calls a halt to the company. He warns them all of the ranger camp nearby, and not to do anything rash, but rather let Drygo do most of the talking.

[Snaga]

August 24

Snaga took the road that led west and then south from the Morannon, following the road back towards Ithilien. He rode like a consuming fire, driven to return to his mission. Attending the Senate was one thing, and Snaga thought long about all that had been said, but there were pressing matters to attend to now. His black steeds hoove tore the ground, as he sped through the night without pause. Irontooth led the way now fleet of foot, now running ahead, now stopping to sniff the wind. Behind him, came a pack of wargs howling as they came.

And Irontooth led him to the camp of Drygo, not far into the moorlands north of the garden of Ithilien. West and north lay the reeking Fens of the Dead. He arrived as the day lengthened, and all were resting after a long days march.

But the watch had been set: Drygo stands waiting as Snaga arrives, noticing his black mail, and shining helm.

'Well met Drygo!' cries Snaga. 'You have done well to get this far. Is all well.'

Drygo replies. 'As you can see Lord. Everything is well ordered. We will rest here for a while and then continue, as we discussed.'

Snaga smiles. 'Good work, Drygo. I see everyone is still here. Anything to report? Do you yet trust that worm, Gihnarl?' Drygo thinks for a moment. Snaga grins. 'I see. Never mind. These wolves are for Azog's boys. They're slowing us down: we need to be faster.'

Then striding through the camp he yells to Gihnarl and Rashdug to wake up. 'You two. Forget your sleep. You are coming with me to the marshes! Take off your armour, and carry no weapons! The weight may be the difference between life and death. Rashdug, you know what to bring.'

* * * * * * *

Quickly the three prepared. Then they walked off together, grateful that it was a dreary overcast day. They wrapped their cloaks around them and hurried off, Irontooth with them. Rashdug had served on the river borders before and knew the marshes. Irontooth had a nose for a bad route. Between them they guided the group well, although all were soon muddied as they splashed through the mire. Choking pools of reeds and weeds and pondscum, straddled by muddy causeways, growing ever wetter, ever more noisome. A wrong step would find them sinking upto the waist in mud, and needing help to escape.

Then as night fell, the marshes were lit up by the candles of the dead. Fair and foul faces made light by some dark abomination, deep in the boggy pools. Rasdug produced a small vial, and stooping caught some of the waters. Irontooth splashed about nearby.

Then Snaga turned to Gihnarl, smirking as he produced a knife. Gihnarl took a step backwards warily, sinking up to his knees as he did. He wobbled and struggled to retain his balance. 'Nah, what are you doing? Lord, I ain't no traitor!'

'Of course not. And now is your chance to prove it. Get me the flesh of one of those faces!' Gihnarl's face was a hunted look as he looked warily from Snaga to Rashdug and back again. 'You can't get their flesh I heard... why don't he do it?' Gihnarl said, indicating Rashdug.

Snaga continued to smile. 'He would if I asked him. But I'm asking you. What do you say? You know how important it is to me that my lads obey orders!'

Gihnarl hesitated, sank a little further to his thighs. Snaga whistled and Irontooth came slowly, snarling. Gihnarl paused still, dread on his face, he licked his lips. 'OK OK I'll do it then.' He turned slightly to look at the foul pool behind him, and shuddered. He clambered out of the bog that he was sinking into, and made his way to the edge of the foul water.

'You'll need this, maybe!' said Snaga, throwing the knife, so it just passed his hand as he tried to catch it. It splashed into the pool, and Gihnarl's dive for it took him plunging to the pool. He disappeared beneath the noisome pool, as foul gases rose. For a while the waters boiled with his thrashings, as the other two orcs watched in the gloom. Gihnarl, emerged from the waters panting and spluttering, holding the knife in one hand. 'You can't get at 'em!' he snarled, slime dribbling down his face. 'They're too far down.' He started to wade his way out, labouring as he came.

'Get back in there, pushdug!' demanded Snaga. Giggling, Rashdug kicked him in the face. He fell backwards floundering but conscious. Gihnarl tried again. This time he stayed under the water longer, as pool churned. Snaga and Rashdug looked at each other, as the waters calmed again. They waited, and then Gihnarl came back up again. He gasped and spat out grimy water and retched helplessly. 'Get me out of here, Lord! I cannot get them. Please!'

But Rashdug said: 'You have an Order. You will carry it out!' He pulled a hunting knife from next to his skin. 'You are going back in that bagronk. You will do your task! Get the face of the dead, or join them!'

Gihnarl gave a sort of choking wimper, and sank back into the waters. They closed over him. The lights of the waters, previously disturbed from his thrashing, this time shone steadily. They waited for a time. An occasional ripple broke the surface, but little more. Snaga sighed. 'Get him out Irontooth!' The wolf dived in, and after a moment came to the surface, with the orcs ankle between his teeth. Rashdug, and then Snaga helped haul the body out, and they lay him flat where the mud was slighly firmer. Then Rashdug gave a cry. For Gihnarl's hand held between its finger a lump of flesh, white and pallid so it seemed almost luminous, foul, pallid and flabby.

'Excellent!' said Snaga. 'Wrap it up carefully!'

Rashdug folded it in some cloth. 'What about him? Is he dead?' Rashdug asked.

Snaga shrugged, and turned to head back out of the marshes. Rashdug giggled again, then stooping stabbed his knife through the dead orcs throat, before following Snaga. Irontooth stayed tearing at the carrion with his teeth, until Snaga called him to heel sharply.

* * * * * *

August 25

In the early hours Drygo, Azog and Khazak see Snaga and Rashdug return from the swamps. Snaga and Rashdug, put on their armour and gather their possessions. Then the band departs at great speed running north along the eastern boundary of the Marshes, and then westwards towards the Emyn Muil.

[chrysophalax]

Magnus came to rest in the shadows of the hillside. From the air
he had seen afar off a troop of orcs marching in his direction from
the Dead Marshes.He peeled his lips back in disgust. Orcs had never
been to his liking. Treacherous things!
He shook his massive head irritably. What could the Dark lord be asking of him that could possibly involve his trafficking with these
creatures?
He narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself.He felt uneasy. He lashed
out with his tail in anger, snapping a small tree in half."This had
best not be a waste of time." he thought settling down on the hillside to wait.......

[Tarien]

Out of the misty mire a tall figure appears. "You are brave to walk here. But foolish. Only the dead and deathless may tread and live unharmed. Orcs may tread, but only those of great wisdom and age."
it declared. "So if you wish a guide, I am here now and will not return again." Snaga thought it glowed slightly, with a pale, fair light unlike Morgul Vale. And he definately recognized that Elven voice.

[Snaga]

Snaga looked at the dark figure and replied.

'Ah the elf-witch returns.' he sneered. 'You are mistaken. We are not going to the marshes. We need no guide. Certainly not a treacherous elf!'

The group continued on their way to the hills ahead of them. The dragon should be here by now, thought Snaga, but where was he?

[Khamul]

Drygo wakes his troops in the morning only to find Snaga gone with Gihnarl as well. He thought to himself, "Where could they have gone? And why would Snaga bring Gihnarl on this expedition as well?

Drygo begins to prepare to ride, but suddenly Snaga comes out of the marshes.

[chrysophalax]

As morning dawns, Magnus hears the sound of horses. He scents
the air. "Orcs" He growled to himself "and Men! Well now...and, a
She-elf also. How strange that these appear to be in league together."
He rose, stretching his massive wings. Then, striding forward, he
rounded the hill and flattened his ears. He hated the scent of orcs
and it angered him. Rumbling deep in his chest, he bellowed loudly,
terrifying the horses. He watched with great amusement as the men cursed loudly, trying to restrain them...

[Snaga]

But one horse did not blanch: the black steed of Mordor. On it sat Snaga gazing with awe, dread and anticipation. He had never seen a dragon before, and seeing one shocked him at first at the great size and sheer power of the vast shape before him. But he did not flinch, and fear turned to wonder as he looked upon the shining silver scales that covered elegant body, the great span of the wings, the strength in legs and body. He beheld the head of the dragon: fearsome jaws with gleaming teeth that grinned at him, smoke venting from his nostrils, and then he looked into those eyes. They glared down at him, full of baleful malice, dreadful, full of sinister intelligence and pride, dazzling and also brimming with humour. The dragon seemed to laugh to itself. For a moment he stared back. Or was it an hour?

Then suddenly he said:

'So we meet at last, great dragon. Your reputation doesn't do you justice at all. I have heard of Ancalagon the Black, and Smaug the Golden, but surely Magnus the Silver outshines them all! I am Lord Snaga, and I bid you welcome from the north! Forgive these followers of mine who cower and crawl before you.'

[Khamul]

Drygo who remained standing, began to marvel at the dragon. He had heard tales of them, but had save seen one in his many travels. This was a smaller dragon who attempted to destroy his village.

Drygo begans to pick up some orcs and his man, who are huddling together inside the tents.

Drygo wondered if this mighty Magnus was an ally. He walked over to Snaga and whispered something in his ear.

[Kit Baggins]

"I never agreed to no dragons!" Khazak says, staring at Magnus with a mixture of fear and hate. "It'll eat us all, most likely!"

[chrysophalax]

Magnus glared balefully down on the cowering group of before him.
He also wondered at the courage of the orc mounted before him. A smaller orc
screamed something at him and he snarled, baring his teeth malevolently. The orc quailed in terror as it fell to the ground,
shaking.
"Orc-lord" he rumbled "it would seem that the Dark Lord has some
purpose for our meeting as yet unknown to me. Enlighten me pray, ere
I tire of these maggots that surround you."
He turned his eyes upon the proud Man that stood near appraising
him coolly. "This one bears watching." he thought lashing his great tail slowly back and forth.
"Speak, tell me. What is our purpose here?"

[Snaga]

'Worthy dragon may your fire grow ever hotter! I will tell you. I go north to land of my kin, close to the birthplace of the dragons on Withered Heath. In the far north I am to establish a stronghold of ill-will, and there waiting for us will be treasures and riches that will grace your hoard.

'You were summoned for this purpose! To blast and shrivel the enemies of this great plan, and those foes may be many. And none will withstand the fury of your descent... for who could? I tremble to think of your flames in the northlands, of enemies blown away like straws, mere tinder for the great inferno of your fire.

'But do not fear. I do not intend to vex your noble temper with the tiresome presence of these wretches. For while they trudge their way north, we have another task. You must bear me for a while, as a meeting of great import awaits. We must fly west!'

[Tarien]

Upon an Eagle, the Elf soars high above dragon and orc alike.
"Fools." she says, almost pitingly. "I gave them a chance."
"Indeed. Yet was it not your desire to set the Orcs upon their path again, even though only death may bring them to it?" the Eagle replied.
"Yes, but if they had aided us, their trial in the Halls of Mandos would have turned out more favorably. That was the chance I gave them."
"Indeed." concluded the Eagle, wheeling off. "Indeed."

[Snaga]

'Golug-glob, skai!' spat Snaga in disgust, briefly contemplating trying to down the eagle with an arrow. He decided it was now too high.

'Drygo, you are in charge. I lend you the great horse of Mordor. Rashdug shall see that Irontooth behaves. Go fast up the road that leads across the battle plain, and through the Brown Lands. Although you'll find them Brown no more. You should meet few people on the road. Its been closed for a long time, but its open now. But I doubt you'll meet anyone using it yet.'

Then he focussed back on the great dragon before him. 'Are you ready?'

[Khamul]

Drygo realized that they must hurry to the next destination, and said "We shall leave now. We have no time to wait. Do not attract any elves or rangers as we go."

Drygo led the company through the "Brown lands" on a frantic pace. The orcs soon began to slow down as Drygo rode tirelessly on the horse of Mordor.

[chrysophalax]

"Know you this" Magnus said, scraping his claws
on a nearby boulder,"I am beast of burden for no one,least
of all orcs." He huffed, scattering dirt and dust in a cloud
around them. "However, the Dark Lord has sent me hither and
therefore, because I owe Him fealty and as
it appears your company is loyal to Him, I will aid your
cause." The thought of destroying His enemies filled his heart
with malevolent joy.
" Come Snaga, you shall be protected on our journey and," he
said menacingly, "I shall remember your promise of treasure. Let
us fly!"

[Snaga]

Snaga climbs awkwardly onto the back on the dragon. He thought to himself with pride at the magnificence of it: to fly on the back of a dragon! How his enemies would wither before their advance. Yet as Magnus' wings beat, lifting them high into the air, he clenched his teeth, and fought with himself to master his dread. It was long before he could force himself to look down at all the lands below him. Mirkwood, the long line of Anduin, the Misty Mountains ahead of him like broken teeth disappearing into the distance. He strained his eyes hoping to see a glimpse of his goal, but all was grey. Far down below him, were the green fields of Rohan, but he did not look down. To his left he saw the snowy caps of the White Mountains, and beyond that perhaps he saw the sea. As they entered some clouds Snaga laughed finding nothing to grasp or touch, and welcoming an escape from the nearness of the sun. On they flew.

August 26

Drygo and the orcs rode at a brutal pace on the great road north. From the edge of the Battle Plain the lands descended from a hard and bleak plateau in long sweeping curves. Rising slightly, but always falling more. Once known as the Brown Lands, now it was a grassy wilderness, and trees dotted the landscape. The road itself ran north and slightly west, as straight as an arrow for as far as the eye could see. On either side, at regular intervals straight-standing poplar trees lined the route, for mile after mile after mile. They journeyed, stopping only for the brightest hours of the day, when they camped a little off the road.

Expecting noone in this land, they did not trouble to hide themselves but merely sought some shade, in a thin patch of trees near the road.

Khazak had the first watch, grumbling that he hated the light as much as any. The others slept. Then at midday, just as Khazak was rousing Ugfang, of the Uruk-Hai, to take his turn they heard the sound of feet approaching on the road.

Khazak saw approaching from the north a small dusty group of men leading an ox-drawn cart, with a horse following behind. In the cart were a family and their possessions. Plainly a family seeking new, less troubled lands. They stopped, shading their eyes against the midday sun, and seemed to peer, straining their eyes towards the trees that Drygo's band were camped in.

[Khamul]

Drygo seeing the state that these defenceless folk were in, quickly walked up to them and asked, "What business have you in this land. And are your provisions adaquete?"

The poor group responded with a mixture of hate and awe. They were suprised to see these orcs sitting with no thought of killing them. They began to murmur among themselves. Drygo subconsciously reached back for his bow, but by some unknown force, decided to restrain himself.

Drygo again calmy asked the men what they were doing in the land. They only stared back empty, as a baby with no family. Drygo saw that they were strong men, and could possibly be used to serve the Dark Legion.

The men began to walk off. Drygo picked a smaller Uruk-Hai of Azog's group to quietly follow them, to see where they were going.

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August 27


Drygo told his men that they must now be ready to ride. The sun had fallen, and they must now ride with a fervor that surpasses that of even the strongest orcs.

They leave their temporary camp with renewed spirits at the site of a land that has been changed by the new Dark Lord. Drygo wondered to himself, "What could this land have been like back in the reign of Sauron." He remembered the tales that he had heard since his youth. Of the treachery of Sauron, and how a simple hobbit destroyed one of the biggest empires of Middle Earth.



August 28

Drygo men became weary as they continued on their frantic pace. They began to continually ask for a rest. Drygo seeing the need for his company to have a quick rest, halted at the side of the road under a great palm tree.

He sensed that his men would take most of this day off. He didnt seem to care as he conversed in hushed tones with his counselors.

[chrysophalax]

As it was nearing sunset, they saw ahead the outline of a forest
and they began to descend slowly, gliding easily through a cloud-bank.
Magnus began searching for a likely place to land where he might be
able to hunt also for he had flown tirelessly for almost two days and
he was ravenous. The orc on his back had remained relatively silent as
they flew and to Magnus' great relief, had finally stopped shifting around nervously.In his cunning mind he began to think again of what
lay ahead and he rumbled in anticipation...

[Snaga]

'Hey!' cries Snaga. 'Where are you going? Its that mountain we want, past the forest. Why are you heading down into the woods?'

* * * * * * * * * *

Drygo and the other leaders of his band talk for a while and discuss their progress. They had done well, Drygo thinks but he is anxious to keep going. Some of the others are uneasy. The men they had passed had told of wild creatures driving them from their homes, and of brigands coming from afar to trouble them. Rohned had talked to them, and said that the brigands had warned them of a wild band of orcs prowling. They had demanded money to protect them. The family had said no, but they robbed them anyway. Was it them that they were talking about, or were there more orcs abroad?

But Khazak and Azog are not much interested. Khazak complains that he hadn't had anything to show for his troubles so far. Azog is itching for some action.

They rest as well as they can, with two Uruk-Hai on guard duty in the hot sun.

* * * * * * * * *

They wake with a start. It is still hot, and they can hear a bellowing sound. Rashdug looks round. He sees one uruk-hai dead with his throat pierced by an arrow. The other guard is perhaps fifty yards away screaming, with an axe in his back. Towards them ride a group of ten men on horses, with many more running with them. They are waving spears, swords and axes and shouting fiercely.

Behind them all, and in command was a man Drygo knows at once: Mandel. His rebellious underling who had left him in Ithilien. And the others are with him: with an angry lust for revenge in their eyes. Who the rest of the men were Drygo can only guess: other bandits and villains that had banded together, he guesses. The wolves snarl in readiness, while the orcs scrabble for their weapons hastily.

[chrysophalax]

Magnus growled deeply, whipping his tail angrily from side to side.
"This is no docile steed upon which you find yourself,orc. Never presume so!" He dipped suddenly causing snaga to grip his back-ridge
tightly.

"Mighty One, no offense meant. Take me to Methedras and I will tell you where you can find greater sport than just forest animals!"
He leaned forward persuasively. "The fields of the great steeds of
Rohan lie just to the south of here,Among them you shall find such a
feast as you have never had!" he laughed wickedly.

His curiosity was aroused. He had never been in the southern-lands
and all his instincts were heightened. The prospect of a good hunt was irresistable!

"As you wish" he assented and turning swiftly they winged toward the mountain and as they flew he thought he perceived movement in the
forest below, however, his mind on other things, he decided not to investigate......horse-flesh! It had been centuries.....

[Snaga]

They descended from the clouds in a great sweeping spiral, below landing high up on Methedras, not at the summit but at the foot of a cliff that descended from it.

Snaga shivered at the cold as he slid down from Magnus' back, but his feet were grateful to feel land again. He looked up at Magnus, and bowed low: 'Thank you worthy dragon. You have done me a great service, and the Dark Lord will indeed be pleased. Great shall be the treasure that I shall add to your hoard!

'I shall be two days, I think, although I don't know how long this business will take. Look for me here! I will be waiting for you.'

'Very well!' said Magnus haughtily. Then he lifted himself from the ground with a beat of his mighty wings and flew off.

Snaga drew his cloak around him, and looked round. He realised that finding the doors to the Halls of Telchar might not be straightforward. It was a big mountain. He picked a direction to search, and scrambled down the mountainside.

[Khamul]

Drygo chuckles at the adacity of his men to come back for revenge. He looked calmly at them as he waited for his orcs to get ready.

They soon began to charge, one by one, each going after Lord Drygo. Drygo skillfully killed the 1st attackers. He began to tire after the continuous onslaught of Mandel's men. He quickly kills those around him, and runs for the nearest hill. He takes out his bow, and one by one his arrows began to take an effect on the enemy. The orcs found it easier to kill when men were looking out for incoming arrows.

Azog, seeing Drygo on the hill, ran up to join him. He pulled out his crossbow, and began to fire.

Mandel became desperate, and began to retreat. But, suddenly he saw that Drygo had fallen down. No arrow seemed to have peirced him, but it seems that he became extremely weak after his valient efforts.

Mandel began to quietly sneak around the backside of the hill. Drygo spotted him from the corner of his eye. But, Drygo took no step toward challenging the stealthy foe.

Mandel began to become very confident and started to charge at Drygo. Suddenly Drygo sprang up with a youthful abandon, that seemed to come out of no where. Drygo mumbled something under his breath and suddenly flames began to come at an alarming rate at Mardel.

Mardel began to run, but he was not quick enough as he was instantly burned into the dust of the earth.

Drygo felt faint, but still wearily fought on with his bow. Soon Drygo collapsed, but Azog and his orcs drove back and slaughtered all that remained of Mandel's company.

Drygo was quickly brought into a tent, where the herb laby had rested for the night. She gave him a soup that she said would deaden the pain. Drygo immediately began to feel numb, as he was brought before the medicine man.

The orcs, sensing that Drygo was not seriously hurt, stopped the medicine man from doing what he planned to do. They simply brought Drygo a drought of ale. Drygo managed to gulp down the ale, and soon was feeling much better again.
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He then told the company, that today they will celebrate. The men and orcs cheered, and began to scramble for the best seats at the table.

Drygo quickly gave a toast, and then left to meet with his counselors. He was worried that there may be more of these outlaws in the land. His face showed the strain of the battle on him. The men that he had one had under his command, and that he had trusted highly at one point, had plotted revenge, and almost came close. Drygo resolved that he must immediately gain the help of some neighboring orcs that Azog happened to know.

They sent one of Azog's most trusted men to talk to the tribe of Azog's nephew Gihrid.
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After a long night of celebrating, Drygo and his company set out for the mountains. They knew that they must make good time if they planned to meet snaga at the appointed time.

[chrysophalax]

Magnus flew low over the fields of Rohan revelling in the cool
air against his scales. At last he saw below him a herd of eight to
ten horses, their heads heads held high. They neighed in terror as
the silver dragon dropped from the sky.

He admired their breifly their strength and speed, as this added spice to the chase. Eventually a couple of them began to falter and
roaring loudly he fell upon them killing them quickly.

As soon as he had worked his way through four of them, he thought
it best not to remain on the exposed plains too long. Licking his
claws clean, he launched himself sky-ward heading back toward the
forest.

[Snaga]

Snaga at length found his way to the deep halls of Lord Telchar. He put on his ceremonial silver helm, and dusted himself down. Then he announced himself at the Gates of the Halls of Methedras.

He was expected. The guards at the gate led him inside, where Telchar awaited him. There was much to discuss.

[Snaga]

August 29

Drygo's band sped north. Drygo was driving them on relentlessly. The Mordor orcs cursed the sun, but the wargs they rode on did not grow tired. Today the road was hard and ever uphill. The slopes swung upwards to the southern edge of Mirkwood. The road swung round less steeply to the west, to enter the Vale of Anduin. The next day Drygo hoped to be near Dol Guldur. The day after he expected to pass between Dol Guldur and Lorien. The mountains were still distant.

It was in the southern woods of Mirkwood that Azog cousin lived. Would he help? Drygo did not know.

* * * * * * * * * *

Snaga stayed in conference with Lord Telchar, for talk with dwarves is full of ceremony and politeness. Snaga had little desire for it, but was patient and as courteous as he could manage.

Magnus returned from the hunt...

[chrysophalax]

Magnus flew toward Fangorn the Great in an extremely good mood. He
was feeling very malignant and as he neared the forest below, he spied huge beings moving among the trees...no wait, they WERE trees!

His curiosity piqued, he glided lower to see this strange sight. As
he did, the creatures gazed back and began moving slowly deeper into the forest. His evil thoughts bent on destruction, he let loose a stream of fire. How nicely they blazed! He roared aloud with pleasure
and was surprised to see several people begin to run. Suddenly he was
torn, should he stay to play with these two-legs, or being a bit late
fly on-ward to meet Snaga at the appointed place?

[Khamul]

Drygo and his men finally made it to the camp of Azog's cousin, Ghirid. They set up camp on the outside, and Drygo and Azog walked into the camp. Ghirid sprang out of his tent with pleasure at the site of ol' Uncle Azog. Azog, slightly embarrassed, reached out and greeted Gihrid.

Gihrid motioned that Drygo and Azog come into his tent to discuss any alliance between the two.

[Tarien]

"If you would, convey this message to Snaga. A Noldorian Elf named Araukar wishes conference with him. She may have something...advantagous...to tell him." says a whisper in Magnus' ear. "If he wishes a meeting, tell him to come alone into the wild; I will find him."

[chrysophalax]

As he flew toward Methedras to meet Snaga he reflected on his
narrow escape. "Wizards" he thought angrily "I've not encountered this
particular type before. Should we join in battle in earnest, the next
time I shall be prepared!"

Nearing his goal, he pondered on whether or not to comply with the She-Elf's request for a meeting with Snaga. "I mis-like the fact that she wishes him to go alone as I know he distrusts her. Perhaps I shall ignore her peremptory request, for I owe no allegiance
to her or her kind."

[Snaga]

Drygo and Azog entered the tent. Drygo made Azog enter first, thinking in his suspicion that this was slightly safer. Gihrid seemed to be genuine, but he was but an orc-brigand. Who could tell what might be going through his head?

The tent was large, but was unclean and stank. Drygo tried to avoid signalling his displeasure. If he hadn't grown used to the company of orcs, it was doubtful he could have succeeded. All about were strewn pieces of flesh, chewed and mangled and bloody; small coins of little value; savage looking daggers with stained blades; and fouler things too that Drygo would not look at.

He sat down on a thick fur throw on the floor, ignoring the fleas that jumped from it. He resisted the temptation to scratch. Azog sat down too, and so did Gihrid and two other orcs from his tribe. Gihrid poured out a dark liquid into metal goblets and passed them round.

'Here's to business; and to pleasure!' he laughed and drained his cup. The other orcs followed suit. Drygo drank his, and his throat burned, his eyes watered, and a ferocious fire seemed to light behind his eyes, and in his stomach. He swallowed the bile that rose in his throat, and concentrated hard to stop the tent from spinning. The orcs clapped and roared with laughter. 'Its good stuff eh?! Want some more?'

Gihrid poured out some more, but did not seem to expect them all to drink it all in one go this time. Instead he leaned forward, and said: 'So tell me! What can I do to help you, and what's in it for me!'

* * * * * * * * *

Meanwhile, Magnus circled the mountain, admiring the blaze in the forest, but was annoyed to see Snaga had not yet returned. It was getting dark.

[Khamul]

Drygo paused, and then told Gihrid, "We need your help on our quest. We see that their are many outlaws nearby who want to detour us on our quest. Of the exact reason we are on the quest, I cannot tell you. But this I can say, if you wish to have friends in high places, then come and join me. I have heard from Azog of your valor in battle and how you have defeated all who have been brought against your tribe. We need you to come and join. If you perform well, a high position in the Government of Khand may be granted to you is you wish."

Gihrid paused and then answered, "You bring to me a wise proposal. I know this land, and wish to join on the quest, if I may bring the men of my tribe as well."

[chrysophalax]

Magnus grew restive as he waited on the mountain-side for Snaga to
appear. He had been told to stay out of sight, but his irritation at
having been nearly scorched by Wizard-fire had put him out of temper.

He lay out in the open gazing thoughtfully at the guards peering down at him from the parapets slowly lashing his tail back and forth.
He reached out with his claws and worried what was left of a horse carcass he had brought along in case his wait grew wearisome...which
it had.

[Snaga]

August 30

Snaga emerged from the gates of Methedras at last, and coughed and blinked.

The sun was still up in the sky, and after the dim light of Telchars halls it was almost unbearable. He put up his hood to shade his face. The smell of smoke was in the air, but Snaga could scarcely raise his eyes to see from where it came. His head spun suddenly, as he walked. A small dark pine wood was not far - Snaga walked as quickly as he could to it, almost running, his legs aching. When he reached it, he threw himself down, and held his head in his hands.

What evil malice was in that ball of fiery torment! Snaga hated it. It hurt his head, his face felt as though it was being torn off by it. Little by little he could become accustomed to it, and at need he would endure it, but now after days of dark, it made him feel sick. He spat out blood and bile.

How merciless were the incestuous powers of the bitter West. Snaga cursed their names. To make a weapon that pained him so, that he could never fight but only endure the torment of, or hide from.

Feeling better in the shade, Snaga looked out at the bright world beyond. He saw the jagged crowns of mountains, and crags and boulders, and hummocks of grass with dancing streams in turbulent fall from high ice-fields. And beyond was the forest canopy, with the light of the sun shimmering on an infinite sea of leaves. And for an instant he perceived it was beautiful beyond measure: an instant of crystalline fragility. And savagely his mind closed on that thought and crushed it. It vanished like dust, and as he remembered the pain of the light. He longed to scar and mar it all with vicious strokes, to tear down the trees and pour sickness into the streams, to darken the skies and poison the plants.

And then he saw it. Smoke was billowing upwards from the woods below. Casting his gaze widely, he realised the forest was ablaze, and winds were fanning the flames. He sprang to his feet, laughing! What joyous chance was this? The dragon! What had Magnus done? Where was he? He watched in delight as the smoke inked out the sky, until the sun sank behind the mountain, and then he went to find him. It was time to find Drygo, and go north.

[chrysophalax]

Magnus loomed up out of the twilight to tower over the startled orc, who cursed heartily.

"Got what you came for Orc? How do you like the pretty blaze I set in your absence? Did you know there are creatures in those woods that burn like dry kindling? Fascinating......" He licked his jaws and what passed for an evil grin appeared on his face. "I owe you Orc. The horses were marvelous!

As Snaga scrambled up onto his back he said, "I almost forgot. There were people moving in the wood below us. I don't know if they're still there. Should we go and find out?" A malevolent light burned in his eyes.......

[Snaga]

Snaga replied. 'No, this has all taken too long! We must go!' Then a thought passed through his mind that perhaps it would be worth a look. 'OK then. Lets be quick then.'

The dragon's mighty wings lifted them off the ground with little effort, and up they climbed. Soon they entered the cloud of smoke. Snaga coughed and choked. What was the point in this? He could see almost nothing.

'They were going this way!' Magnus told him, as they headed south. Then they emerged from the smoke, to see a great black tower. 'Look!' shouted Snaga. 'There on the roof! Is that them?'

'Yes!' snarled Magnus. 'Lets burn them!'

Down swooped the dragon, before Snaga could answer, and fire blasted from his jaws. Snaga saw at least one burn, but another hurled some fell magic at them. His stomach churned, as the dragon veered out of the way.

'Get out here!' Snaga yelled. 'We have no time for this! Go!'

[Snaga]

Drygo led the way as Gihrid's great troop of orcs followed, out from under the southern eaves of Mirkwood, and back to continue the journey north.

The last evening had been difficult. Fully a quarter of Gihrid's clan had refused the journey, preferring the bandits life. Soon they were arguing amongst themselves about who would lead them ion Gihrid's absence. A vicious fight had ensued, and dozens had died. For the most part Drygo's followers had watched from the side-lines while Gihrid imposed order, but Azog had enjoyed himself 'showing his nephew how it was done'.

Nevertheless Drygo found himself at the head of a more than ten-score orcs now, trampling and panting their way through the night. They were a mixed band of escapes from the Misty Mountains, of descendents of Saruman's Uruk-Hai, and of the old Dol Guldur legions. With so many sun-fearing foot-orcs, they would only be able to move at night. Drygo was pleased at such a force, but if discipline was a problem then stealth would be an impossibility. And he knew that they would soon pass Lothlorien. He meant to keep as close to Mirkwood as possible, and hope that the elves were not watching. The following night the danger would be greatest, as they came closest to the golden wood.

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Far away at Isengard, Magnus wheeled in the sky and shot like a silver bolt away.

[Kit Baggins]

(OOC Khazak's back from on holiday, and doesn't know what's going on :( .)

[Snaga]

Whatever Drygo’s fears there was no sign of the elves of Lorien, as they passed to east, close by the skirts of Mirkwood. The elves were less numerous than of old, and now they mourned the departure of their lord. None patrolled the lands around.

On they sped, starting as the sun grew low in the sky, and marching through the night until morning came and the orcs would run no more.

September 2

Snaga and Magnus had flown north-eastwards for three nights from Isengard. Snaga was still nauseated by flying, but the fear had gone. On the third day, they crossed the Great River, and below them found the north trail that Snaga knew that Drygo would be following, as it passed close to Mirkwood.

Now they flew by day, trying to spot the orcs.

Then they saw it. A great encampment of perhaps 200 orcs. What was this? They circled slowly down. Snaga was amazed to see his great black horse amongst them, and surely that was Khazak on guard. Who were these new orcs.

Magnus landed nearby and Snaga slid to the ground and went to find Drygo. Long they talked, recounting events. Snaga was greatly pleased with Drygo. ‘And you are in luck, my friend. I have some good news for you.’

September 3 – 16

Of the great journey little is recounted here. But dreadful was the passing of this company, and the Woodmen of the valley hid from them as they went. For the orcs were now in large number, and had little fear. And at times with them, at times not flew Magnus. And Snaga cared not that he raided farms and villages, slaughtering at will. Indeed he would send a small number of the orcs to see what had taken place, and collect treasures for the dragons horde. So passed a perilous autumn in the Vale of Anduin, as meadows withered, farms were laid waste and homes burnt.

At the Old Ford, Snaga brought his band across to the west of the river. They destroyed the old inn as they crossed. They took the road to the mountains, and they came at length to Inghâburzush, that is known in Westron as Goblin Town. There Snaga met with the chieftains, and presented his claim, and he made them grovel before him. Then he bid them put their affairs to rights, and strengthen their forces. Then he departed to continue to Mount Gundabad.

September 17 - 30

Snow fell early as they passed northwards. But it did not last long at first, and they progressed at some speed for all the terror they brought. This last leg of the journey was wearisome and long. The lands grew rougher the further north they travelled. And fewer folk lived in this land, so there were less distractions. Just some lonely shepherds, and their flocks, and villages no more than a three or four houses collected together.

At length they crossed the icy flows of the Langwell River, and knew Mount Gundabad was nigh. High it loomed above them, snow on its heights, dark like a vast threat. Each of them felt a silent menace, like a mailed fist waiting for the moment to strike. The lands of men failed utterly here, for none could live so close to this menace: the heart of the orcs of the north. They knew their approach would not be unmarked by the watchful eyes in that land.

Snaga’s hand clenched and unclenched on the hilt of his scimitar unconciously, as he rode. Anticipation filled his senses. Whatever was ahead, whatever perils and fears, he knew with a certainty he would master them all. He looked ahead, and laughed with abandon.

Here ends Despair! The tale will be continued shortly, in Book III.