Nurn

[Alcorad]

The name given to the large region in the south of Mordor, more fertile than Gorgoroth, in wich the fertile sea of Nurnen lay.

[Alcorad]

Under the dark sun came the rows and rows of pitiful slaves, those brought from the shores of Belfalas so many days before by Jadyis and the Mordorian legions. Under the dark sun, they traveled towards their destination, the slave farms of Nurn. Under the dark sun they would toil. Under the dark sun they would die.

They were lined up in rows of two and tied together at the ankles by a long chain with shackles every two feet or so. Because there were so many slaves and only one chain to hold them all they were relatively crowded against one another which made it hard for them to walk in their long journeys to different areas of Nurn. They were deported here and there to many minor settlements but the greatest of them, Caran, was the central of operations in Nurn for the slaves. It was run by fearsome Black Uruks from Seregost who were even crueler than they were deadly.

Under the whips they pressed on through Nurn, trekking through the dead foliage, gaining small cuts along their feet as they stepped sharp rocks and or even worse... scorpions. Wherever even one would die due to an infected cut or via poison, the Uruks would have to stop the progress altogether and reorder the slaves. They would shout terrible things and lash out at the weak and weary with their whips, thronged with hooks and thorns. As often as not, the infected wounds inflicted by these caused more delay than the rocks and scorpions.

Every evening they would arrive at a new encampment, a new slave farm. They would have to travel endlessly like this until more slaves were attained. Every fortnight or so they would be granted one good night's sleep until the shifts began again. A loud horn would be blown every morning. The slaves really didn't even know if it was morning or not. We just presumed it was. The clouds were always dark and the sky veiled with fumes. It was worse than the wastes of Forodwaith far to the North. Night never came. Day never came. They were always stuck in something in-between.

As the horns blew the slaves would be unshackled and released from their confines within the storehouse. They would always be glad to leave because the place reeked of urine and feces. They weren't aloud urinate or defecate outside the sleeping house because the Uruks didn't trust them enough and if one went they all went. Once the slaves were released they would be led under strict guard within the large wooden fences that surrounded the slave farms. They were immediately set to work, laboring from early morning until evening. That was only the first shift. After the first twelve hour shift was finished, a second group of slaves would be deployed to work the night for another twelve hours.

Those that finished their shifts were led to the mess hall and fed dry oats and grains in a bed of water. They would be given only a few moments to eat until they were taken to the coast. They bathed in the salty waters of the Sea of Nurnen. It was thickly inhabited with various dark creatures big and small, poisonous and not, herbivorous and carnivorous. The Sea of Nurnen was surprisingly teaming with life, but it was one of the most dangerous ecosystems in all of Middle Earth.

Once they were rinsed for just a moment they were led back to their holding house for the rest of the off shift. Thus was the average day in the slave farms of Nurn but the problem was that many slaves died very quickly and were forced to work even in the most sickly and unhealthy conditions. Slave runs were in constant need and were deployed to Gondor and Rohan and Haradwaith, everywhere but even worse than Nurn was Gorgoroth where heat alone can outshine all of the factors of Nurn in its potency.

[naxara]

Theatana watched the slaves carefully. She wondered why he used such pitiouse men when there were many other things he could usem especially with his powers...