Well it seems there was a battle at Osgiliath with Baranor the victor. However his victory was shortlived as Lugronk was heard cursing his bad luck of fighting a losing battle. Seems his cursing worked as Baranor died of a mysterious and deadly curse.
The winds of the world bring many things to the ears of kings, even simple hillmen such as I. Be it known that the Duns have made no pledges of allegiance nor any oaths of fealty to anyone, we are still undecided. Those who say otherwise, anywhere, should beware.
JB
PS: I have recently had a IRL “NamChar” and a healthy boy is now home (my second). Communications will be sparse
Congrats! 2 boys eh? Any girls to balance them out yet? My step brothers were pretty nasty to one another until they ahd a sister to keep them in line…
Yes- the opening moves are made, we, the ds, took some losses, but we took some satisfaction in trading our wimps for a decent enemy commander and his sizable army. I THINK we also managed to freeze out the freeps from a sudden invasion of the south… reminds me of the time when I played SG… yup… same moves, more troops though. An impressive undertaking…
For obvious reasons, this was written a while back, and couldn’t be published until AFTER the fact…
Shagrat squinted down from the heights and stared at Osgiliath. The fort had towers capped in silver and gold, and the light glinted off it’s spires like stars lighting up the world. In the distance he could make out the form of two armies, a small dark formation squared off against a horde of silvered knights and their retainers… the outcome was an obvious thing, but the Ice King’s troops held their thin line well, and soon it would be Shagrat’s turn. Another thin line to hold back the swarm of mankind and their allies… and then another.
This was the test. Ren the Unclean had been Senechal of Angmar and the right hand of Murazor until he had been ousted from his seat centuries ago. With the resurrection of the eye and the reformation of the system, the junior servants were being given a chance that would never come again- to gain favour in the eyes of the Master and serve him in exchange for power- perhaps even the power over death itself. For Ren, the opportunity to rise from his lowly status would depend on his performance against Gondor and the success (or failure) of the other Nazgul.
Shagrat was chosen to be the first of Ren’s troopers to go into battle- an honour no doubt, but a dangerous command. Ren had given the order to march in person- and promoted Shagrat to the rank of commander- a token sign of favour, but favour none the less. Shagrat only needed to hold the line for a fortnight, then flee back home to lead a larger, more terrible army down into the valley. Survive the test, and win the favour of Ren, who in turn would curry favour from the dark lord himself. This was the way of things in Mordor.
The sun was setting and the spires of Osgiliath would soon stop stinging his eyes. In a month or two the towers would be ablaze and Shagrat would be amongst the victors as they marched through the sundered gates. All he had to do was hold a thin line for a few days…
Well on the eve of one of the many battles for the Rhun area, the Silvan elves ready for the upcoming bloodshed. With our ally, the northmen, we hope to end the the threat of the LR in this region for awhile. As we develop our economies, we will see what the future brings.
Sauron sent Commander Kruxtogg and his band of trolls to find the Sinda capital. Just as word came back that someone had indeed found it, the trolls went into a frenzy and the next thing anyone knew it was gone again. No, wait a minute there are still ruins laying around.