Strike To Begin a Fall

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

The army of Angmar, 20,000 strong, marched towards Moria, coming to a halt not far from their destination, but far enough that they would not be spotted. Morsereg trecked away from the campsite, followed by a Barrow-Wight, an Orc atop a Warg, and a Spectral Warg. Morsereg himself was atop a Warg for the moment, however he would take flight with his Fell Beast shortly, who lay hidden in the mountainside.

"Dwar," He addressed the Barrow-Wight, "Take your division, Line them up on the north side of the Eastern Gate." His head turned now to the Orc, "Akhorahil, your division will be on the Southern side of the Eastern gate. Mine will be facing it directly," He turned at last to the Spectral Warg, "And you, Maugrim, your sect is to wait until we call for you." He turned his head to see all of them, "Am I understood?" He got nothing but nods.

"Good, then, men. Let us have a bloodbath. It's about time, anyways. Let us avenge our people. Let us take Moria!" They turned and made their way back to the camp, where they rallied the armies.

((OOC: For strategic purposes, I'm stating who's in what sect))
Dwar's division was composed of 2,000 Barrow-Wights, 500 Spiders, 1,000 Orc Archers, 1,000 Orc Footsoldiers, and 500 Snow Trolls.

Akhorahil's division was composed of 2,000 Warg Riders, 2,000 Warg Riding Archers, and 1,000 Snow Trolls.

Maugrim's division was composed of 2,000 Spectral Wargs, 500 Warlords of Carn Dum, 1,000 Spiders, and 1,500 Orcs.

Morsereg's division was composed of 2,000 Revenants, 2,000 Spectres, and 1,000 Duskwraiths.



So, as they took up positions, Morsereg's army stood before Moria's eastern gate. As the Revenants came to the battlefield, breath frosted in the air, and what little eyebrows the Human sections of Morsereg's army had froze. The water that the Watcher rested under began to freeze over, becoming ice, as Morsereg's voice boomed through the air. "Cile Dindaedel, this is the last chance I give you! Relinquish the hold over your realm, or face your end! Leave now, and never come back! Go crawling back to the filthy streets of Gondor, and see if that idiot, forgiving king will receive you!" He hissed into the air as Maugrims sect took up hiding positions so that they could not be seen until called upon.

[Alcorad]

The drums were sure and swift in their coming as the black tide of Mordorian soldiers loomed in the distance. Thousands of torches sprung to life as the hosts of Alcorad made their way before the East Gate of Moria, the dark towers of behemoth trolls and mighty seige towers revealed aswell as the massive numbers of an organized host, twenty-five thousand in total. From the southeast came the shadow of Alcorad's Fell Beast once more who dove down to grace Moria with its presence a second time. From the East a single crow also descended upon the Mordorian ranks and landed on the shoulders of Torshgrikh, whispering new orders of action. The hideous orcs of Mordor clashed their swords and sheilds and jeered at the three tall peaks of Moria before them, directing their rage to the goblin rabble within. Still their forces were far from the range of arrows and still the dark hosts were being shifted.

The armies were set into three distinct divisions. Abhesh, captained the faction comprised of Alcorad's Dark Numenorean servants. Nashdrik captained the Warg rider, a smaller faction for more direct missions that would take place during the fray of battle. And last but not least, the faction of Orcs and Trolls commanded by an insidious Black Uruk by the name of Shranka. Shranka was the most terrible of Alcorad's minions, and the captain of the very same Legion of Terror that had once served Sauron. All of these creatures were riled into a frenzy by the dark toll of drums being beaten upon by the massive hill trolls. The mountains seemed to shake before the might of Mordor.

Alcorad smiled darkly as his own forces allighned next to his brother's. The true irony of the entire situation was too perfect. The Vassal of Namo and Lord of the Balrog's had been united and their wrath upon the Morian scrub would be ruthless. The Orc pikes were in heavy bulk before the center of the Orc faction and were allighned in wall formation. Behind them were the insidious archers of Mordor who's arrows were famed as having killed Isidlur in the early Third Age. These same arrows would murder the mountain rabble that had colonized between the Cloudy Head.

As Alcorad continued to circle overhead on his vile Fell Beast, Shranka moved ahead on his black warg of the ashes. "Orcs of Mordor!" he shouted and was answered by a great cry from the hosts assembled. "These rabble of the mountains shall feel the wrath of those bread under the sorceries and care of our lord, Alcorad! They shall know the sting of our arrows and the bite of our blades! They shall know fear and they shall know death! But most of all they shall know defeat!" The cries now answered from the orcs of Mordor seemed to shake all of Arda and was answered by the feirce beating of drums by the hills trolls. "Doom. Doom. Doom. they tolled as if speaking to the orcs of their fate. Doom. Doom. DOOM.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg let a smirk crawl upon his face as he saw Alcorad's army mix with his own. "You are outnumbered, Cile!" He called yet again, "If you tresure your life, you will surrender!" He slid off of his Warg, standing firm among his ghosts as his eyebrows filled with frost. The Warg rode off to join Maugrims ranks, and Morsereg stood there, holding his staff in hand, sword in sheath at his belt. "Soldiers! Draw your swords!" As Orc and Man drew their Angmarian scimitars, they waited with baited, frozen breath. "Archers, your bows!" Angmarian shortbows were loaded with poison-tipped arrows. "Let them now get past the front gate..." He muttered to himself as his eyes locked upon the Eastern Gate of Moria.

[Orrë the Wise]

((The Watcher isnt on the Eastern Gate, mate. He resides on the Western one.))

Cile smirked and approached the eastern gate with his forces. "Father, you seem to be rather confused. You see, 'twas Alcorad who came to me only a short while ago in requestance for me to help him attack Angmar. So, it is only polite for me to inform you that after you dispose of me, you will have to worry about him and his growing forces and allies with Rhun and Enedwaith. Good luck, father. But anyway, you will have to get in first. And I assure you, that wont be any time soon."

He turned to his general and whispered-
"Prepare the southeron gates and tunnels for an if-need-be retreat. They know not of those. I want the Mountain Giants and Drakes held back for the rush, so place in the front lines the infantry. The Archers will be placed right behind them with their sheilds as protection. The riders and spiders should be ready for a second wave. Also, barracade the gates with rock. If they can even manage to get past the gates as it is, the rock will be an extra obsticle."

The Goblin nodded and rushed off to complete these tasks and rally the forces.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"You are blind, my imbecelic son! So blind that you do not even see into the grand scheme of things, in which you are but a stepping stone. Today, Moria falls. Then with it goes all of Northern Middle Earth one by one. You see, Cile? You mean nothing. You always meant nothing to me." He waited for the assault. "Now then, are you scared of a little battle? Come. Let us show you the true terror of Angmar." While in Angmar, Cile had only glimpsed the Duskwraiths. He had never seen the Revenants, the most ghastly creations of Morsereg's army, who can chill to the very bone, and literally scare people to death.

"Show that you are truly my son, and bow to death, Cile! Bow to death!"

[Orrë the Wise]

"I bow to no one." Cile sneered devilishly. "Not even to the mistake of Mandos. Attempt to get in if you can. I will never give in to you, Morsereg. Take Moria if you wish." He sighed and looked around. "Vargroth, I want all of the Mountain Giants, Drakes, Spiderlings and Riders to move to the South gates. Have them move into Isengard. Do this without the slightest notion of retreat. The Goblins can remain here. Have them cave in this sector." The messenger nodded and ran off. Cile sniggered and sprinted down the hall. "Morsereg," He called one last time, "Perhaps you have gained Moria, but you underestimate your allies. You think Alcorad, once he has more realms and power than you, will sit and play ally, do you? Absolutely not."

A little bit later the caverns echoed with the most thunderous of noise as the eastern gate, and everything behind it collapsed into darkness. It would take Angmar and Mordorian forces a long time to clear it all away and get in, giving Cile and his forces time to retreat.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

"He's gone. I can feel it in the air." Morsereg turned to his army and Alcorads, raising his staff into the air, "The coward has fleed! We have victory!" He was greeted by foul cheers. "Alcorad, come down here! Dwar, Akhorahil, Maugrim, come, we ride to meet Valdrik of Enedwaith on the other side. Let us hold council!" As his servants arrived at his side, he waited for the arrival of Alcorad.

[Alcorad]

(Was that a Retreat?)

Alcorad smiled darkly as his armies pressed forward the steady toll of drums ceased as the seige towers seemed to move ahead of the others in rank. The sappers were pushing forward aswell moving towards the mountain hall having experienced victory and knowing the fear of Cile's retreat.

Alcorad knew exactly what the cowardly fool was up to. He was attempting an escape through Methedras. The Goblins would not follow him though. The Giants and Trolls would not follow him. He would have to start anew with Saruman's records on the Fighting Uruk-hai. Perhaps Alcorad would have plundered those records aswell but his own Black Uruks were much more formidable making those of the White Wizard's breed look as nothing more than mere orc rabble of the ruins of Eregion.

[Orrë the Wise]

(Yes it is, and I left the Goblins. The Trolls, Mountain Giants, Spiderlings and Riders are comming with me)

[Alcorad]

(Well you cant deny the leader of this realm that faction, you know that right? Thats not fair.)