I have been bidden by my lord, King Enion I, to convey the Dunlendings appreciation to the many emissaries representing the paths both dark and light who attempted to sway the favour of the remaining descendants of the People of Haleth.
Choices have now been made, and paths decided for the future of northern Middle Earth. Although there were many among the Dunish people who would have preferred to follow the bidding of Sauron, alas the territorial concessions made by our Gondorian and Elfish friends proved too good for us to ignore.
For all those who desired a unified front against the Free Peoples in the north, you have King Enion’s personal condolences. The Dunlendings will march to war on the side of light.
Welcome Lords of the West, a pleasure to have on our team. Your going to have a very good time cleaning the west of Dark Servant filth. Just ask anyone in that area. It the thing to do these days.
Cloud Lord. About time I run into you. I see you brought your Army, did Ji happen to tag along to. It won’t help you one way or another, but it would be nice to challenge him like NG did Din Ohtar. But on the same hand he is probably waisting his time at Osgiliath for all I know.
Good job on your battle up there northmen. Armies appear in your area for a turn then just have a habit of disapearing. I wonder if this is some kind of trick of the Blind Sorcerer? Oh well.
WOW. So queit now, I don’t understand. Where did all the Dark Servants go? They can’t be afraid, can they? Were only killing a few armies and ridding them of a few popcenters, they surely can’t think all hope is lost. Can they? So full of pride a few turns ago and now what, no boasting or capering, no threatening or cursing. So so sad. so so sad.
“Where did all the Dark Servants go? They can’t be afraid, can they? Were only killing a few armies and ridding them of a few popcenters, they surely can’t think all hope is lost. Can they? So full of pride a few turns ago and now what, no boasting or capering, no threatening or cursing. So so sad. so so sad.”
To Murazors Mum,
it is with a deep regret we have to inform you of the unfortunate loss of your son. It appears he made the mistake of goading a Mr Marl Tarma into fight and was promptly handed his head back on a stick. :eek: We hope that the successor to the late Mr Murazor will be slightly more carefull while in public and will take steps not to offend others lest the same thing occurr again.
I have been wondering? Is there some kind of festival going on over at 1805. The Witch King…ehhhheemmm…exscuse me, the late Witch King seems to really be letting his commanders enjoy the country side and have a nice relaxing few weeks just doing nothing. My soldiers are very jealose. They have been busy destroying Cloud Lord armies and taking back unjustly overrun popcenters. There say “hey Celdrahil, can’t we take a break. I bet the Witch King isn’t making his soldiers fight”. Anyway I hear throught the grape vine that the Ice King is a bit fridged right now over loosing some territory and that Ji Indur is drinking his sorrows away in response to being pushed out a window by Celdrahil as he was trying to sneek in.
Sucks to be him.
Glad to see some opposition at Fire King Capital. For a second there I really wondered if you guys wanted to fight or not.
I for one am gald the taunting has begun again it was getting very boring not having anyone entertaining me i thought I was going to have to smack both sides around some just to have something to do My most sincere condolences to Murazor’s family in this time of grief and loss.
I would like to cordially invite the respective leaders of the Dog Lord and Long Rider to a gathering in their honor at the Northmen trading centre of Dilgul. Party favors for all at the door. Of course, none of our militia will be there, due to pressing concerns about stolen gold at Lest and Scari, so feel free to join in the merryment. I assure you, all are welcome…
Greetings, Nathan Maldonado, Chief Advisor to the King.
Uvatha sends his warmest wishes, but must regretfully decline your invitation at this time. He's been off on vacation in Gondor and ran into a stroke of misfortune with his luggage. The gondorian diplomats assure us that the luggage will be returned, but since it had his passport, he is unable to leave in time to attend your soiree. Still, he wished to send a bottle of Burgundy and his regrets, as he truly understands the horror of theft in the most intimate terms.
I deeply regret the misfortunes that have come against you. I have diligently been looking into the affair and wish I could give you some kind of time frame for the return of your belongings. Unfortunately there has been a rash of thefts in Southern Gondor of late, and the local militia is head over heals trying to stem the tides of wrong doing that have been taking place. I now have to dispatch my agents to problem areas of the realm instead of instructing them in there continued persute of your interests. Please except my condolences in the matter and my heart felt regrets that your stay was not as acceptable as it could have been. I will be sending you discount tickets to our many local attractions with discounts to the best lodgings in Southern Gondor.
Sincerely,
Argirion,
Chief Public Relations Officer
Southern Gondor
A page from a diary. Found in the pocket of a cloak being worn by an ex-agent of mordor. An agent killed honorably in battle in the dusk cloaked skies of Osgiliath.
Flowers…I love the flowers the most. There are no flowers in the ashes of Mordor and I just think there should be.
I cried myself to sleep again tonight. I just can’t seem to stop the tears from comming anymore. I am scared, I don’t know what to do. I went to all my classes the other day, but twice the dagger slipped out of my hands. My instructor whipped me till my back bled. I begged him to stop. I begged him to leave me alone. I can’t do this I said between clenched teeth, with tears running down my cheeks. I can’t do this.
My commander sent me out to Osgiliath with orders. Orders. I left with the other agents after our briefing. Most of them looked as scared as I felt. I tried to tell them we weren’t ready. I tried to tell them, but they didn’t listen.
I wonder what became of them. I seen Ji Indur before I slipped out the gate. He looked worried, I saw him muttering to himself…I don’t think he even noticed me. Is this cause really worth wasting my life for?
Pg 2.
I saw someone today. He must have been important. His bearing and manner spoke of leadership and confidence. A confidence I didn’t feel. I think he saw me, I tried to blend in with the others around me, but I could feel his gaze on my back as I edged back through the crowd. I wonder if I will see him again.
Why do they send us to these cities so untrained? I know in my heart im not up for the tasks set before me. I wonder if the others feel the same way I do.
Flowers…I think I will go back to the gardens today and look at the flowers.
It is with a sad heart that we, the Northmen, are required to report the death of Nazrog. It is always unfortunate when tourists in foreign countries neglect to control their alcohol consumption. The noble Gaerandil tried to contain the over-zealous young man, but was forced to defend a point of honor. To all other future visitors of the Northmen Confederacy, it is advised that all mention of politics, abortion, and family heritage be subjects of extreme taboo. We don’t like being forced to kill based upon stupidity.
In other news, the fandango held at Dilgul went off without a hitch last night. The fireworks, in particular, were fantastic. Unfortunately, the guests of honor failed to put in an appearance. The Long Rider hasn’t been seen at all, and the masters of the Dog Lord nation appear to have difficulty following street directions. Small tip: The town of Lest does not offer the amenities that Dilgul does. Perhaps such errors can be avoided in the future.
Sincerely,
Northmen Department of Tourism and Trade
On behalf of Uvatha, we send our most sincere apologies. But our emissaries have been otherwise occupied and have not been available to send letters containing the "witty repartee" and "barbed retorts" to which you might be accustomed. We are uncertain what sort of diplomats you are used to dealing with, but we are not the sort of people who enjoy poking fun at those who share our world.
As you may be aware, Uvatha has been dealing with representatives of Gondor in an attempt to retrieve his lost luggage. The dedicated men of Gondor have been doing their best to aid in this endeavor, but as of yet - to no avail. Perhaps somewhere among your letters of "repartee", you might come across some lead as to the location of this luggage - our nation is offering a substantial reward for it's return.
Witnesses to the destruction of the Northmen forces at Thuringwathost report that Odagavia cried. It is uncertain whether he was crying due to them men that he lost and the horrible defeat that he suffered…OR because that big bad dragon almost ate him, so he messed himself and didn’t have another change of shorts…
On the international front, the treacherous Easterling nation shall get what they deserve rather shortly. Northmen forces are responding to requests from the underground in two Easterling cities to lift the mantle of oppression.
Also, the Dog Lord consistenly insists on visiting the town of Lest. It is with the utmost respect that we ask you to find some other place to go. We are tired of fixing all of the broke furniture that inevitably results from your soldiers fighting over one of the bar wenches.
Sincerely,
Northmen Department of Tourism and Trade
Heeeey, that’s “Mr Herman, Sir” to you! What’s all this being nice and polite, You’re DS scum, it should be threats and taunts, Promising to throttle me with my own intestines and the like. This apologising and being pleasant is just not on, it’s …it’s Unorcish is what it is. What is Middle Earth coming to?
Well it was nice to see the WK’s forces touring in Arthedain but your pitiful attempts at threatening Amon Sul are still being talked about the length and breadth of the region. (by talked about I mean everyone is laughing at you)
The inhabitants of Bree are hoping you will put on a slightly better show for them.
Alas the company in charge of greeting you was unable to time their arrival with yours as our illustrious leader has some difficulty spotting the difference between counting to 14 as opposed to 15. This “Fighting force of extordinary magnitude” will attempt to remedy the situation by rendezvousing with you next turn. Apologies to all concerned, we are re booking the caterer.
Meanwhile our illustrious forces at Eldanar are preparing to put on a show for the locals, there will be pony rides and fairy floss for all who come, it will be a truly spectacular event, unlike the freak show being cobbled together by the rabble under Dukarian. Let’s face it, promises of misery and tyranny for all doesn’t impress anyone in this neck of the wood. Although the two headed bearded lady is expected to draw crowds well. :eek:
HI Fire King. Im back again. Blind Sorcerer, good to see you as well. Hope your visit to the pass has been pleasing. Just wanted to send my regards out to you all, and let you know the people of Minus Ithil are absolutely delighted that you guys have no interest in invading Gondor.
I am sure your just biding your time at the gates though, right? Funneling all your resources into mirkwood to help the Dragon Lord and flinging as many armies as you can out onto the Plains to harass the Northmen and the Eothraim. Ordering all agents to the north to address Witch King concerns and the like. I know. Typical stuff that keeps you guys too busy to attack us. Thats cool. I am sending more soldiers your way though so be prepared. This is just the beginning.
Easterlings: Your dead. The Northmen, Eothraim, Dwarves, Sinda, and Woodmen Soldiers will kill everything you hold sacred and spit on the fires of your burning bodies. The Western Nations will just have to grieve knowing there will be nothing left of you to destroy when they head East here soon. (The Witch King not really being a Threat and all)
I completely Disagree with Herman though. I respect you Dark Servants in one way…
You have nothing to taunt us with or brag about so you keep silent. Thats good. Lets keep it that way.
We of the Northmen Alliance would like to respectfully request that you refrain from making fun of the paranoia of the Easterlings. While their destruction is assured due to their treacherous mistake, we do not feel it appropriate to kick an enemy when they are down…
Just Kidding! Kick away! Hahahaha
Nathan Maldonado
Northmen Chief Advisor to the King
we have to inform you of the unfortunate loss of your son. It appears he made the mistake of goading a Mr Marl Tarma into fight and was promptly handed his head back on a stick. :eek: We hope that the successor to the late Mr Murazor will be slightly more carefull while in public and will take steps not to offend others lest the same thing occurr again. 
My most sincere condolences to Murazor’s family in this time of grief and loss.