The Dark tower Of Buruklugz

[Lancir Misolen]

THe Tower nad THrone of khand

[Valdrik]

The messenger of Enedwaith rode slowly towards the tower of Buruklugz. The travel had been long, but was not over yet. He still had another stop to make after leaving Khand. He dismounted his steed as he reached the the tower and he made his way to the gate, biding the guards take him before their ruler.

[Kalas Misolen]

((Sorry bout the wait fell behind with someother stuff online))

The Guards let the messenger in and on a second throne Sat Kalas Misolen Son and servant of Lancir he looked and smiled almost as evily as his Father
"why have come to the dark realm of khand"

[Valdrik]

Fergin bowed, "My lord, Valdrik, Chieftain of Enedwaith, has sent me here to express his wish that Khand and Enedwaith enter into an alliance."

[Kalas Misolen]

"A Alliance sounds not to bad and my father thek ing should not have a problem i shall tell him nad he will mail a letter to you're lord of his approval once he gets back from Angmar"

[Valdrik]

The messenger nodded and bowed. "Thankyou m'lord. Valdrik will be most pleased." He stood and turned to go, but then, heeding Kalas's words he turned and inquired. "And, if I may be so humble as to ask, what news have you from the North.. of Angmar?"

[Kalas Misolen]

"As of now i have heard nothing of The north my father has not sent word He is an old friend of the ruler nad whished to see him again"

[Valdrik]

"Ah, I see." He bowed again before turning to leave. "Thank you again, m'lord. Enedwaith awaits word from your father axiously." With that he turned and left Buruklugz to continue his journey.

[Lancir Misolen]

Lancir entered the throne and looked around and saw his servants one smiled nad looked at him
"m'lord did you win"

"Of course I did some pitty dwarves nad that ruler who thinks he is a maia geez he';s never messed with a istari like me"

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Guards were sent to inform the lord Lancir of the urgent arrival of a northern ally as his horse was taken care of. After travel for many days without rest, Morsereg walked into the throne room, a sadism in his eyes as he approached Lancir.

"We have won, my friend." A smirk crawled onto his face as a spider crawls across a tabletop. "I have kidnapped the lady Arwen, Queen of Gondor. She is no longer residing on this plane, kidnapped by the Dimlokhi and out of reach of all but me, for it is my magick that created the seal, and only my magick that can break it." He took a pause to breathe.

"Aragorn has agreed to aid me in a war campaign if I return his wife to me. We strike at Mordor. You are the only one to know about this on our side. Valdrik of Enedwaith...I do not know him, but Aragorn thinks he can persuade him, so I leave that to Gondor. I have come to ask you to aid me." A flame burned in his eyes, even more resonant than the bags that hung just below. "You are either with me or against me in this war, Lancir. Many allies shall come to our aid, and Mordor will fall. Once Alcorad is dethroned, all of my alliance ties with Gondor are severed, and Arwen returned.

"You can choose to win or lose this war, Lancir. It is your choice," He spoke, ever-calmly, as he waited his friends reply. There was none in that room who could betray them, for they were alone in that hour of the evening, and Lancir, he knew, would do naught against him.

[Lancir Misolen]

"Moresereg yuo have been my friend for a very long time have you nought so why would i say no i will fight alongside you in any battle any day unless i am physicaly not able too"
He said as he smiled at him

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg nodded, bowing, "I bid thee farewell for now. Rally your troops...I shall send my Haradwaithian host to take up residence here before the attack. Message shall be sent when it is time to strike." With that, Morsereg turned and left the hall. He had his horse returned, who gave him trouble for the first leg of the journey on account of such a short stop, and he made his way north again, to Angmar...To rally the fall of his brother.