Minas Sereg

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The Tower of Blood, it was called. Minas Sereg, another stronghold of Morsereg. It was built after the rise of Morsereg's power in the north , aided only by Dwar the Barrow-Wight. It gave out a type of black glow that struck fear in the hearts of those who were not evil, a similar effect as was once alive in the Nazgul of Sauron. ? ? It was dug deep into the mountainside, all black, as opposed to the 'White City' of Minas Tirith. There were homes within Minas Sereg, along with many towers. There was one tower that stood tall in the air, able to see all within Angmar, this was the council room and second throne room of Morsereg. Here he would sit, when not in Carn Dum, to overlook the rest of Angmar, nothing hidden from that tower.

In the middle of the tower, on the black floor, was a design, the symbol of Angmar. A black orb, within which there was a skull, blood-stained.

Across the black gate that barred entrance, there were faint runes, barely legible, but able to be seen once one had approached. Upon translation, one would discover it to read:

I am the way into the City of Woe
I am the way to the Forsaken People
I am the way into Eternal Sorrow
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The Orc whom had been instructed by Morsereg rode towards Minas Sereg with haste atop his Warg, "Open the gates! I come with orders!" He called to the Barrow-Wights that guarded the gate, watching as he neared the slowly opening defense.

He entered and hopped off of his Warg, turning to the Barrow-Wight that slowly glided over to him. He seemed to be old, very old indeed, but powerful. Infact, he seemingly had a ghastly crown atop his head, and the transparent garb he wore over his skeletal mass made one think of royalty. His eyes, red as rubies, locked on the Orc, "What orders do you come with, Akhorahil?" He hissed, his voice flowing with the fluidity of a serpent.

"Rally all of our masters army, Dwar. Save, obviously, the Duskwraiths, for they stand guard at Carn Dum to watch over our master. Rally the others," Akhorahil spoke as Dwar glided off, and in short time the army had been rallied, all standing before Akhorahil silently, divided by factions.

"Okay then!" He shouted to the army, "I come with orders from the lord Morsereg Dindaedel. Our previous ally, and son of our lord, Cile Dindaedel of Moria, is turning on us. He has collapsed the tunnels that lead from our realm to his, and while we do not know whether his army moves for here or for Mirkwood, we know that it moves!" He began to pace before the army. "Orcs, both Footsoldier and Archer, will go to Mount Gundabad and Mount Gram, you will be divided by myself and Dwar before you set out. The Snow Trolls are to travel back to the Ettenmoors, and await instruction to move." He paused to make sure that his orders had been understood thusfar.

"Warg Riders and Spiders are to patrol the Mountains, looking for any sign of Moria's forces moving. While those two factions will move closer to home, the Spectral Wargs shall make their way down even to Moria itself, for they can travel silently and are not easily spotted if they do not want to be found. Our Human warriors, you shall patrol Nan Angmar, but the spirits are another story. As you well know, the Duskwraiths of Angmar patrol Carn Dum itself. The Barrow-Wights shall stay here and patrol Minas Sereg. Spectres and Revenants shall patrol the Orcish tunnels, and clear away any debris or obstacles. When the time comes for war, we want our army to be able to travel without hindering." He turned to Dwar, and they separated the Orcs into two halves. "Good luck men!"

With that, the gates were opened once more, and the terror of Angmar was unleashed.

As Akhorahil and Dwar made their way to the topmost spire of Minas Sereg to watch over the realm of Angmar, the Barrow-Wights closed the gate and took up defensive positions, patrolling the great city.

[Andeerasin]

It was a dark night in the land of Angmar and in the high council chambers atop one of the higher towers of Minas Sereg, Morsereg paced the room around a large round table at its center where a map was lain. As his eyes scanned the surface frantically, searching for the perfect vantage point in which to gain a firm foothold on the trading roots and military paths of Middle Earth, he heard a slight shift and detected the faintest hint of a movement out of the corner of his eye. His eyes turned about towards the arched windows and the large wooden door. A dead tree of strange proportions was just outside the window swaying eerily in the wind, its shadow cast down below its gaze within the room, shifting ominously. He dismissed the thought and pressed a gaunt hand to his chin, pondering the situation at hand. "Stumped, are you?" came a cold voice from the shadows. "I didn't know that Istari's were capable of such a thing."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"Capable of what?" Morsereg said calmly, turning to the shadows, "Stumped, me? Never. I merely was wondering where would be the best place to strike next." He was used to the shadows talking to him, although usually it was a mental thing that came with insanity. "Who are you?" He spoke evenly as he tilted his head to the side with curiosity.

[Andeerasin]

Andeerasin revealed a wide smile and shifted further into the darkness. The dim candellabras placed about the room began to shake, and the small flames that danced upon them extinguished causing the dimly lit room to turn to complete shadow. Before Morsereg was a shifting wall around him, something was circling him, moving in closer and closer like an animal on the hunt. "Is that so?" the echoed once more from no particular area. "If you are not stumped then why have you already chosen your next destination? I was hoping to see the wisdom of the Black Istari close up but I suppose that it was nothing more than another lie used to scare the little serfs of Fornost."

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"Who said I hadn't decided yet?" He laughed calmly, not being phased in the slightest by Andeerasin's taunting. "I hope you don't think your cheap parlour tricks will scare a Maia. I am not afraid of the dark," He turned around, placing his hand upon his visitor's neck, having sensed him out, "I have lived in it for years."