Haradwaith's Throne

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir sent out a messenger throughout the fortress to find Grashnik, his steward. There was some slaughtering to be done and he figured Grashnik would relish the oppourtunity.

OOC: And Grashnik, make a Grashnik's Quarters thread or something so I know where I can find you when I need to summon you for something like this.

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik entered with the messenger, hunched over and tired due to the night he had spent with the wining the child. He obviously wanted to give the entire responsibility to the guards but he knew that for a time the child would be his own burden.

He bowed to Gurherdir and gave him a crooked smile. He knew that he would get a nice little job for what other reason would Gurherdir call him? He had done the dirty work and now would be the reward, wich would probably be more dirty than one would expect. "You called, My Lord?"

[Gurherdir]

"Grashnik, I have a job for you I'm sure you'll relish," Gurherdir said. "Take some of my corsairs and raid Gondor's coast like I have in the past, kill innocents, and other such things. Now that my plans involving the false Queen of Gondor have begun to affect the King's mind, at least I hope so, I want to badger him a little. Now, here's the really fun part. When you have attacked these coastal villages, proclaim to any survivors, for I'm requiring you to leave at least one, that you have been hired by the Lord of Lothlorien. I aim to remove all allies from Gondor before I truly strike. As soon as you are sure that they have that message and will take it to the King, move the corsairs back here, I don't want unneccesary loses on our side. And one more thing, as our friends from Angmar are likely to come to call while you are away, where did you put the Angmar kid?"

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik laughed menaclingly and clutched his weapon tightly in his hand at the thought of plundering the Gondorian coasts in the name of an elven leader of the free peoples. "I would be honored to comply with your request, my lord. I shall go and rally the ships. As for the brat we managed to drag him down to the dungeons. We gave in the finest accomodations Umbar's dungeons have to offer." Grashnik gave a small chuckle eyeing the door in anticipation to leave for his newly assighned mission.

[Gurherdir]

"Then go then. Remember, do not take anymore loss to our side than we need." Gurherdir laughed to himself, knowing of the Lothlorien Lords frequent loss of temper and his battle skills, if he and the King of Gondor got into a fight with each other, they might finish each other off for him.

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik smiled and bowed then turned on his heel as he walked down the long throne halls. The excitement built as he grew closer and closer to the Havens of Umbar and soon he would have the blood of men. His job was becoming more enjoyable by the minute.

[Andeerasin]

Days passed later, Grashnik entered the dimly lit throne room again and once again Gurherdir sat in his throne waiting for him. Grashnik had done his job well once again and smiled up towards Gurherdir with a gleeful spark in his eyes. "The villages have been pillaged and the flag of Lothlorien stands alone on the shores of Gondor."

[Gurherdir]

Gurherdir let out a loud bark of laughter (pun intended). "I trust you had fun. Well, don't worry, soon enough another war will start. And then we can have more bloodshed and destruction. Right now all I'm worried about is destroying my clostest neighbor," he said and then added the last word with a look full of hatred, Gondor."

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik looked out of the arched windows in disgust and back to his master with a debvious and curious expression. "How do you propose we get rid of them, My Lord. Lord Aragorn is crafty in his defense no matter how easily we may deceive him concerning his allies."

[Gurherdir]

"Oh, I have plans. As I was reviewing the records of the War of the Ring, I stumbled upon a very key fact. These mortals, those of the race of Man, prefer to barricade themselves in one stronghold and pray rather than meeting their enemy head on. Think back, the Battle of Helm's Deep. Mordor's invasion of Gondor. These pathetic creatures hide themselves away and pull out their shields, rather than their swords. It's just a pity that neither Saruman nor Sauron had the military plans that I have." Gurherdir took from a platter next to his throne a mollusk, still in its shell and fresh from the coasts. With a jab and pry from his claws, the shell broke open, revealing the weak creature within. "I simply need to remove their walls and shields, and then defeat them in the open. I have a few tricks up my sleeves on shell removal," he said.

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik rubbed his hands together and flashed a yellow smile to Gurherdir. He had stated what needed to be done be the question remained on how to do it. How would they break down the walls of Minas Tirith. Aragorn had become King of Rohan and Gondor ever since Megloren of Isengard succumbed to the forces of light and pledged her allegance to Gondor. Different factors had emmerged on the defence of The White City but also in the offense against it.

"How do you propose we break their shell, My Lord? Surely there is something that can be done. I have learned that Haradwaith has begun to destroy them from the inside but we need a more direct plan. How can we break Gondor's spirit without straining ourselves?" Grashnik laughed at his somewhat obsurd comment. Even Sauron strained himself to be defeated by them and yet they needed a way to win without truly putting out the effort.

[Gurherdir]

"I have a few plans in development, but at the moment they cannot be revealed to anyone save myself and the slaves that are implementing them. A few new devices made, some advancements to the old seige engines, and of course, my frequent attempts at breaking these mortals spirit. When you stop to think about it, we have more soliders altogether when you add up all our realms and allies than our enemies, and thus then only benefit that they have is that they have their walls." Gurherdir threw the other half of the before-mentioned shell against a wall with such force that it shattered into several pieces.

[Andeerasin]

Grashnik grinned broadly before bowing a final time to his master. "I suppose I shall learn them in due time. If you require my presence I shall be in my quarters." With that Grashnik departed the throne room and made his way to his quarters.

[Siranna]

A messanger entered the halls and bowed to Gurhdir and handed him a letter from Mirkwood.

Dear Gurherdir,

The Lady of Mirkwood has invited you and any of your subjects who you wish to bring to a masquerade ball in Mirkwood. All realms are invited but at the time of the ball there shall be no good or evil, merely a party with gatherers. Come to talk, joke, and have fun and maybe fix any loosened ties withing realms. We hope to see you and those you bring. Please reply to as soon as possible.

Sincerly, Siranna of Mirkwood.

[~Tom~]

Murazor walked into the throne room, he had wiped out any resistance until he come against the wolf ,he looked at him and his eyes flared up and he said "Who was involed in the plan , tell me and i will try my best to make sure ... to make sure your name is not mentioned"