The Angmarian Encampment

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Outside of the fair city of Minas Tirith, 39,000 of Angmar's soldiers set up camp, divided by sects. Closest to Minas Tirith sat Morsereg's encampment, the Doomsmen. This squad was the first to go in to any battle, used to kill as many in their path as possible. This was comprised of the Duskwraiths, Revenants, Barrow-Wights, and Spectres.

Not far from him was Dwar's sect, known in Angmar as the Berserkers. Used to kill mercilessly in any area, this squad's aim was to cripple or kill slowly, yet cause mass damage as well. This squad also held the siege weapons. Included were the Orcs, Orc Archers, Snow Trolls, Warriors and Warlords of Carn Dum

Akhorahil's sect was the Cavalry, included with the Warg Riders and Warg Riding Archers. While they were not necessarily the first to charge in in the strategems of Angmar, they darted in with quick bursts from the sides to box their enemies in.

The final sect was Maugrim's, which was the Extermination Squad. They stalked the field outwards, away from the battle, killing any of the opposite faction who managed to escape the main fray alive. It was comprised solely of the Spectral Wargs and Spiders of Avathar, but they did their job nevertheless.

Currently they sat in wait, awaiting the movement of Gondor.

[Envin]

There was never any love between the forces of Gondor and Angmar, and though the men of the Host of the West did not know the reason of this sudden appearance of their bitter foes, their superiors thundered at them to bear themselves well. Aragorn had given orders that the Host of Angmar was not to be treated as comrades, and not permitted to come within half a league of the City, but neither were they to be harried. So look-outs were posted at intervals around the circle of Gondor's camp, and along the approach to Minas Tirith from Angmar's position, but the men left their hated enemies be for the time being.

[Morsereg Dîndaedel]

Morsereg rode back to the encampment atop his horse, and was greeted with fell cheers. He did not cease his horses galloping until he came upon Alucard, grinning demonically. He slid off his horse and motioned for Alucard to follow him into a tent, where Dwar, Akhorahil, and Maugrim already waited.

"We have won." Morsereg's voice stuck to the air as it escaped his lips. He surveyed them all slowly, "We are traveling with the forces of Lothlorien, of Ashuron Leafbow. He too has a personal gripe to settle with my brother. I will send word to Karasu and Ithilwen soon, they are to march with Khand to the Morannon. There, they will break off and fight alongside the Gondorians. The Dimlokhi are left in the care of their Guards, and the Guards need no masters. They know my will as it is decided."

He took a deep breath, "Aside from the Haradwaithian force, all of my servants, you all included, will be traveling through the Morgul Pass. While Gondor, the Ered Luin, and Khand assault Mordor at the Morannon, we will infiltrate the realm through the Morgul Pass. As Alcorad sends his army to battle, we shall storm Barad-Dur. Kill anyone in your path, but let it be known one thing." His lips curled back in a devilish snarl, revealing brilliantly white teeth, "Alcorad is mine to kill. You will not harm a hair upon his head. Ashuron and I will take care of him."

He surveyed all of their faces to make sure they understood before stepping out of the tent, his long blade strapped to his side. "We march to war," His eyes glinted over his shoulder, his movements almost surreal. As they saw him glance over his shoulder, he was also staring effortlessly ahead, his head unturned. A mere ghost of humanity, Morsereg walked from the room as his servants followed.

That night, Morsereg's hair echoed the brilliant moonlight above as they rode into the night, lit only by the unkind moon and the dark torches of Angmar.