The Fortress of Carn Dûm

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg came, baring Cile's body. He went upon the front steps to Angmar and slumped him in the corner, Cile's eyes holding an eternal blank stare as Morsereg's finger touched his forehead. A gust of Angmar's icy wind rushed by as Cile's body slowly greyed, turning to stone centimeter by centimeter, until it was complete. "Wretched creature," He growled to it before turning to the Orcs, "I have returned from Moria. Prepare my quarters. I am tired."

"B-b-but sir, there is a guest." The orc looked up to him slowly.

"Guest?" Morsereg raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, m'lord. Says he comes to see an old friend. Do you have any old friends, m'lord?" The orc opened the great doors of Carn Dum for his master.

"...Lancir..." Morsereg muttered to himself, finding out which room Lancir was staying in and began to ascend the many stairwells of Carn Dum to where Lancir was resting. He opened the door slowly to find his old friend.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir Smiled and stood up.
"Hey Morsereg i came wondering if there was still an alliance between the realms of Angmar od and hte soon to be thrid darkest realm Khand"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg turned to Lancir, nodding to his old...well, he wasn't sure whether you could call an old ally whom he had spent many times with plotting battle and the like a 'friend', but the terminology did not currently bother him. "Of course, Lancir. There is just one thing that needs to be understood,"

He locked eyes with Lancir, speaking calmly and evenly as he did so, "There is much going about in the world as of late. Many in this world think that the new ruler of Mordor, my 'brother', Alcorad, is the Dark Lord of this age. They think that he is the most powerful Maia on this plane." He shook his head, "Yet they are misinformed. I have more power than my brother. He has weaknesses that I do not...Both his admiration for and his desire to overpower his old master Morgoth will be his downfall."

He motioned for Lancir to follow him as they walked, "For while he has many servants in his command, he has the small brutes of the bunch. I was gifted with the art of Necromancy. Maugrim, the Spectral Warg with a vicious love for war. Akhorahil, a Warg Rider with brains to match some of Middle-Earths top scholars. Dwar, the Barrow-Wight, different than all the others in that he served under the Witch-King, and was there when Angmar fell for the first, and only, time. He knows what weaknesses our dear Nazgul friend had. The weaknesses that I have since then made sure I do not possess."

As they talked, they descended the many spires of Carn Dum to the deepest dungeon, deep within the mountain. "Yet there is one that is on a level far above all the rest. You do not think that while I was in Avathar, after departing from Valinor, I sat there all day having jolly conversations with the Spiders, do you? Nay, I toiled over long forgotten works. I tried to infuse my own energy with dead elven bones. There were many failures, even the most latest, Cile, was a failure. Among all of these, there was a single creation whom I left to live. One whom was not infused with my essence, but created purely by magick. A Maia in all respects..." He had by now flung open the lowest door within the Castle, which left them deep within the mountains.

There lay upon a table, a shriveled corpse, wrapped in bandages. Morsereg slowly walked over to it, ripping the bandages off of its mouth, "The Vampire..." As he spoke, he revealed a hidden dagger, slowly slitting his wrist. Blood dripped out, drop by drop, splattering against the corpse's mouth. "Alucard!" He gave a few drops, and a few drops only, at which point the bandages slowly dissolved in small puffs of smoke while the shriveled corpse began to fill itself out.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir Walked with Morsereg and Nodded Making sure morsereg Realized he was listenning as the went odwn he noticed hte change in hte walls nad noticed they were entering a dungeon as the decended Lancir started to become uneasy he had learned not to trust anyone even a person oyu would think is you're closet friend entered the chamber and looked very supicoiusly he had heard about something about ressurecting A person or Switching souls In Valinor.
As he watched Morsereg perform the ressurection he started to become more comfterble already plotting in his head which realms he wanted to take the msall allie less realms As morsereg Finsihed he finally spoke.
"Neocromancy art of raising the dead but I thought from what I hear only Mandos con really control That"

[Alucard]

"My master," The corpse spoke as the grey strands of hair remaining filled out into flowing black hair. He sat up to reveal deathly pale skin, and rightly so, for he was a Vampire of enormous stature. Large, black wings spread from his back, complimented by iron claws instead of hands. He rose his head to address Lancir, "is the direct emissary of Mandos. Mandos himself crafted the Lord Morsereg, and that is why he has full mastery of the art of Necromancy," He slid off of the table, flexing his claws and flashing his fangs lazily, "For Mandos passed on his powers when he took my lord as a pupil."

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir looked at Alucard and smiled.
"Never seen a Vampire before didnt now they existed ahaha o well the more knowledge about my allies the better."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"They have not been around for ages," Morsereg circled Alucard, running a hand over his wings, inspecting them for any flaws. "Not since Thuringwethil commanded Morgoth's armies." He let a smile encompass his lips. "Do not worry, my pet. We shall make our way to feed soon, I promise you. What would you like...Elves? Do Elves sound good? We shall go to Mithlond tonight." He nodded in a seemingly devilish manner. "Shall we go, Lancir? We can discuss things in a higher up tower...It's too inconvienent down here."

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir Nodded and followed him as they decende up the stairs He watched the walls what great stonework much better than the Easterlings his towers was a tirnket compared to Angmars

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg led them into the throne room, sitting upon the throne and having a chair brought for Lancir, "My friend...here you have seen some of the darkest creatures ever to have haunted this vile world. Do not forget that. On other topics...How do you like the castle, did you have an enjoyable stay?"

[Lancir Misolen]

"Yes i did you're castle is very nice such work did the nuemeraneons do nad you're orcs werem ostp olite while i was here"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"The Numenorians had no contact with the realm of Angmar unless it was in battle. Nay, I do not even know to this day whom Carn Dum was built by, for it was created in the time of the Witch King. Minas Sereg was built by the Duskwraiths, aided with the Snow Trolls. A masterpiece of craftsmanship, don't you think?" He looked out of a window idly.

[Lancir Misolen]

"Yes i do i wish Buruklugz was built this nice I would fell so out of place though grew up in khands buruklugz my whole life."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"You get used to it," Morsereg almost let out a smile, "But now is not the time to idly chat about craftsmanship."

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir tunred and looke at morsereg
"My lordi must leave i am very sorry'
Lancir left but two hours later a messenger soaking wet entered canrdum and spoke ot morsereg

"My lord My king Lancir request help in the sieging of Erober"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"And so aid your king will receive!" Morsereg stood, motioning for the messenger to leave. He made his way towards the barracks in Minas Sereg, rousing his army. As he walked from the barracks, he was followed by Dwar, Akhorahil, Maugrim, and Alucard. "Dwar, Akhorahil, and Maugrim will command the army. Myself and Alucard will fly ahead to scout out the quickest path. " He turned on his heels to look at them in the pouring rain that beat down upon his head ruthlessly. "This shall be a fight to remember, boys. Let's bring down Erebor."

He whistled while staring into the moon that was slowly being clouded over. The screech of his Fell Beast rang through the air as it flew close to the ground. Morsereg grabbed onto one of it's wings, hoisting himself up onto its back and flying into the air. Soon he heard the heavy beating of demonic wings to see Alucard flying next to him. "Now we go to battle. Let us enjoy ourselves."