Well if this isn’t one of the bloodiest games I have seen (non-fourth age). I compliment the Free so far on their resilience and quick responsiveness, truly honorable (in the sense of competent and clever) opponents. We grieve the loss of a Nine, though his loss has paved the way for others to take the mantle.
In Erador, it was a morning full of cold and shadow. Theoden stood at attention watching from the walls for news of either his courageous rhohirrim or fearing the worst hear the sounds of the baying of wargs. The war was not going well, his allies told stories of men beginning to see the ways of the freedom of turning their backs on Sauron, though how could one smile when you were the last of your line… his sister’s children, dear Eowyn, was she still alive or was she… dark thoughts.
For now the hordes were being kept at bay, the White Wizard Saruman had lent his strength and his armies moved to strengthen the rhohirrim, but would it be enough? The Council saw fit to bolster his resolve by handing him an ancient artifact, Orcrist. Once in the hand of the dwarf king and now in his. As he pulled the sword from the scabbard he saw the glow… ORCS WERE HERE NOW! In a moment Theoden knew that the Cloud Lord had returned, the assassin of Sauron had returned to Erador to finish what he started.
Theoden stood proudly in the square, “Ji Indur slave of Sauron and dealer of underhanded death and evil, COME FORTH and face me as Isildur faced Sauron… with the blade Orcrist I shall cut thee and thee shall FALL!”
From the shadows a tall figure appeard, “Theoden son of Thengel, the last free blood of Eorl, I accept your challenge (cause my puppet master got cocky) and with your entrails shall I make a wedding dress for Eowyn as I marry her to the lowest of my slaves…”
With this Theodon rushed at the elusive wraith, back and forth their swords struck, a nick here a cut there, Theoden did not have the time to worry about Morgul poison only on deflect and cut… deflect and cut. Finally in a fake stumble, Theoden managed to pull an old maneuver taught him by his father as a lad. Theoden cartwheeled onto his side and caught the Nazgul in the chest with the sword as the Nazgul thrusted a mere hairs breath from Theoden’s face. Had the blade been of normal iron or steel, the Nazgul would have had Theoden, trusting in the sword Orcrist, Theoden watched as the Nazgul deflated into a heap of metal and rags.
Later that night while resting from his wounds and feeling the effects of the adrenaline finally sap all his muscle strength, Theoden sat to read a missive that had recently arrived from the Elves in Mirkwood. Unlike other messages this was in hurried hand and he could see water stains upon the scroll, he read the words three times before he could manage to grasp their meaning.
- The Lady had fallen ill, many had thought it was the visage of Sauron and his ilk that had finally brought the Lady to weariness. It is when she slept and her hair turned black, we knew evil had fouled the lands and destroyed that which is most beautiful and eternal.
As he finished reading and understanding dawned, Theoden’s hair prickled. A whisper came “Yes she is dead… the elvish paramour has fallen to the magic of the Nine.”
Theoden barely felt the sword til he saw the familiar blade exit his chest, “It seems my master’s blade was not finished, know that as you fall into eternal darkness, he shall rise again to server the EYE!”
And so they found Theoden’s head sitting upon his throne, and with him died the hopes of a nation.