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Dried blood stained your greatsword as you patrol the plain, deserted road and the rocky mountains stood tall with aura of darkness accompanies your every movement. Guarding the Minas Morgul, it's your job to eliminate any man or anyone attempting to sneak in the fortress instructed by Sauron and the witch King themselves yet it is painful to wait for an unlucky soul or at least an idiot to come due the whispers in your head demanding bloodshed. Many unlucky foes tries to go in to try and take over the fortress but met their end by your sword. During your time some of them tries to attack their way in as others who intelligently tries sneak i

Prologue  Drip. Drip. Drip.   The sound of water echoed about the cavern. She could hear it. She could sense the pulse of each droplet hitting the earth. The smell of damp rock had invaded her nostrils, and she could dwell on nothing else.   But where was she? She was sure she knew, or had once known. She has been here awhile, that she was sure of. She had lain here in this filthy, dank place, awaiting rescue, perhaps, from a lonely rider. But who would come?   Now she remembered. Who would come for her after what she had done? Who would risk their soul for a traitor? She had never meant to harm anyone. She

Far north, highland at the foot of Ered Mithrin   -------------- Black rider stopped and looked around, sniffing in cool, night air.   Dawn approached, but sun was still hidden behind jagged mountain pass. Autumn was coming, and in northern lands already could feel the icy blast of winter; he wrapped tightly in traveled cloak and pulled deeper the hood, when piercing chill burst under heavy material.   In slowly fading darkness his eyes glittered with barely visible, reddish glow. He hurried black mare and followed the old northern tract, heading toward Ered Mithrin pass. Behind, he led on a halter another horse, which trotted anxiously and

Fall of Arnor: Prologue After Sauron was defeated, not long after king Isildur was killed and the ring was lost. Middle-Earth enjoyed a thousand years of peace after this. But Sauron was not dead, only cast into the shadows. In time,evil began to move again. Arnor, the great kingdom of men, ruled by Isildurs heirs, covered most of the northen lands west from the Misty mountains. But Arnor was growing weak because of mens inability to set aside petty diferences.The three sons  of king Eärendur got into feud about ruling Arnor, which eventually led to civil battles, and at the end, Arnor was divided into three realms. Rhudaur, the smallest