Ashdurbuk Zalg gazed across the lines of his troops. They looked back at him in anticipation of the bloodbath he knew they expected. There had been much in-fighting among his men after they had understood that the cowardly dwarf population from Celeb-Ost would hand over the town without a fight. “So much for dwarf pride” he grined to himself. The only feast his army have had was the following execution and devouring of a couple of town officials and clan leaders. He looked at the gates of Norr-dum. His masters orders has been specific. He knew what to do. He looked to the south and howled. Soon his dealing with the pitty dwarfs would be over and his master would order him to attack the soft Rhovania “Depending on what intelligence tells me at the moment”. Ashdurbuk Zalg wondered what that meant, but then again, his Lord and Master did not select his commanders from their abillity to ask questions. He had been chosen because of his strength, his bloodthirst and his swiftness to quell any rebelion among his men without hesitation. He looked back at Norr-dum in the light of the setting sun. It was time…
To the pity nation of the Corsairs, we promised you hell in south Harad, we said your troops would get smashed and all opposition eliminated by the mighty Haradrim regime.
You only had laughs for us, when we promised that we would turn the tide of the war in the south, and pour our superior Haradrim and Adûnaphels followers all over the beaches of you nation, to pillage and conquer your land.
Even your soldiers led by Teldumeir and Angamaite will perish this turn, just like the seadog Mireädur did this turn.
We stood by our words… and we brought you the war to your homeland. Now its time to acknowledge the might of the Haradrim, tremble and bow before us, none shall be spared.
Your inhabitants of Marös and Isigir, now enjoy the hand fast leadership of the Haradrim, and more Corsair settlements will fall over the coming turns!
Long live the Haradrim regime and King Haruth Ramam!
Al-Sahaf - The Harad Information Minister
TO HRH Queen of the Eothraim and Northern Gondor,
The weather that day was poor for a battle. It seemed the valiant Eothraim and Dwarves were out numbered by the foul troops of the Ice King. Then fierce storms came upon us with great bolts of lightning. Still the troops held, they fought valiantly against the evil onslaught. In the end, we prevailed against a greater number of troops to the greater glory of free peoples everywhere.
Your humble servant,
Leofigild
P.S. Rumors of the movements of the southern army of the Cloud Lord have reached us even here. These are strange tactics inded. Perhaps they are turning upon their comrades now?
Yours in mirth.
My Dear Queen Marilyn, fairest of the Numenaur.
Members of Kargarth, my secret security force, have discovered a letter from Leofigild of the Eothraim. I enclose this with this letter. You should cherish the letter. I have a gut feeling that it will one of the last things Middleearth will hear of Leofigild and the former Eothraim empire. If I must be so bold, maybe your highness should worry a little more about Thou own safety and less on foreign affairs. It IS afterall dangerous times…
Your humble servant Hoarûmrath.
Wes you little lucky bugger. If it hadn’t been for all those flick dragons Durkarian would have had a toasted-elf-and-Arthedain-O’rama @ 1407 this turn. But I guess I have to give it a shot again in a while. Guess who sits on whos capital first next time 
Jeppe/WK/BS/IK/Rhu
Grasty likes it on the shores, and enjoys his tour de force in the former Gondorian homelands, that’s all I have to say as to his movements 
But Marilyn, you better get ready to retire all your chars, and name mages by the numbers, so you have some useful to do at your soon to become new capital somewhere away from the front 