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LOTR (RP)

[user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user] Agzadir sat on the mighty throne of erebor, polishing the Ruby's fury. He stroked his mighty black beard with ease and spoke to one of his dwarfish servants "Oi laddeh, futch meh a bloodeh ale!" The servant nodded and left soon enough. His Lord commander Arorhar entered the throne hall in small strides. "Eh Arehor, Gut aneh nuws abut deze foohken easturlins"
 
((K make it fifty.))

Lili was also sitting on a throne, but not exactly sitting. There she was dwarfed, hah see what I did there, by her own throne and had one hand upon her chin which was actually shaven-clean recently and the other sitting across her lap holding a miniature crossbow freckled with pink and regal purple. "Send for the banners. I want the Kings of the Seven Clans within the next three months to be converging at Moria for decisions on trade with the elf-kin and men-kin. Go. YES. Now."
 
Harrathian rode upon his warhorse with his personal bodyguard surrounding him and a few hundred men behind him, it was a day to celebrate because they have killed a small army of Easterlings that were attempting to cross the border. Harrathian waved to his people and slowly made his way to his castle.

"Tomorrow night I shall be heading out again to try and find allies in our war against Rhûn." He said "I don't want the people to know, and I will be venturing alone. Do not follow or else" he said narrowing his eyes and putting on his cloak with a picture of a black snake with a jade eye. He was also called the jade serpent. Striking fast and sudden
 
For miles, the evil encampment now stretched. They were breading fast. Goblins, orcs, urukhai, trolls, and wargs all found themselves drawn to the location of this great evil. All nations of the world would see orcs, in increasing numbers crossing through their lands. Not raiding or killing but moving, like mindless beasts of burden driven by a whip of darkness. It moved them, with haste towards the location of evil. A fortress, built of the black rock of the ash mountains was becoming ever more impossing. Everyday it grew and the tunnels and halls beneath it grew in size and number. Breeding pits and forges pumped out tools of war. Great siege towers, ladders tall enough to stretch up the walls of minas tiriths second level form the first took form. The shadow spread, pouring out of the center of the camp, form a silver staff planted in the earth.


The man went out the next day. No doubt would villagers in great number and soldiers as well be looking apon the scene from the night before. One man, looking to be a captain yelled out, holding the sliver of gondor banner in his right hand, "Get the king! He must see this!" [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user] Second half is for you.
 
Name: Mormog Elf-Slayer
Race: Uruk-Hai
Position: Chieftain of Nurn.

Weapons and Armor: A crude sword, jagged and stained. His armor consists of armor stolen from the dead, including an old helm from a Isengard forge.

Personality: Savage and cruel. Loves the feeling of being covered in blood.

Backstory: Born in the dark pits of Dol Guldur, Mormog was one of the first Uruk-Hai. He first distinguished himself in a battle against a group of goblin raiders, killing their troll and slaughtering countless goblins before driving them all the way back to Goblin-Town. After that, he brutally murdered a group of Elves crossing through the Brown Lands and got the name Elf-Slayer. After the BoFA, he was promoted to the rank of Chieftain after he delayed Dwarf forces that routed his Orcs and stole a Windlance using some trolls.

Upon reaching Mordor, he quickly took control of Nurn through the taming of Graugs and the creation of a great army. Once the War of the Ring began and Cair Andros fell, he sent his army to help defend Cair Andros against Gondor. But when the Ring was destroyed, he hid in the southern plains of Nurn with a small group of orcs, Uruks, and even trolls. He waited, and waited… and now he will kill again.
 
By Erebor, Gundabad, the Iron Hills and even Thorin's Halls along with other minor dwarf colonies such as the Glittering Caves and Grey Mountains including those spread throughout the Misty Mountains hundreds of dwarven envoys bearing Durin VII's emblem on banner and the Seven Clans royalty insignia they came. Riding about on funny looking mules, donkeys, ponies and even boars or camel (only one, which was imported from Rhun) they came. With words harsh and gruff or filled with spittle and driven with haste they came. Each calling the Kings and Queens (some female dwarves are in power of clans when no male heir is available) of the Seven Clans to Moria to discuss the notion of uruks being sighted roaming the mountains and farmlands as well as border-trade with the man-kin and elf-kin. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user] [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Mile_Hi_Masher/74.png" name="Mile_Hi_Masher"]10356423[/user]
 
The guards of Erebor's mighty green bricked gate called down to the envoy of Moria. "Wulcem Kin o'vur teh forusts. Wut yeh be wunten in the dworvush kengdom of Erebur?"
 
The guards idiots manning the gate could see Durin's folk banner and the royal insignia of the Seven Clans if that wasn't clue enough the rider, who mounted a pony called to them. "Yer beeest bee opppenin' dose gates lest ye risk da raaaath of moriaaaaaa." He said in the typical slang-spoken east Seven Clans literacy. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]
 
((Um, I just said what would you be wanting in Erebor))
"Do ye threaten Erebur? I've get hulf the moind teh send ye eff the wur ye caime frem! I wuz onleh asken wut buusinuz brengs yeh to teh lung hulls of Erebur!" He replied, a messenger would be sent to Agzadir that an envoy had arrived.
 
"O'en the geats and me buziness wif ye ereborians shall take pwace in ze trone hall." Go screw yourself was what the dwarf was thinking in reality.
 
((Agreed))
Harrathian rode upon his mighty warhorse to the kingdom of Moria, I've he could get the mighty dwarves on his side he may be able to destroy everyone and thing in Rhûn.


He rode for several days during day and night resting only for a few hours at a time until he made it to the dwarf kingdom of Moria.

"Hail dwarves of Moria I wish to speak with your queen!"
 
Before I start, Dimitri may or may not be a perm. character. I kinda want to have two evil guys.

Like a great King of old Dimitri watched as his dead soldiers were given a grand funeral. A death was not taken lightly in Edoras, even if it was a criminal. "I want whoever did this found. Bring the Gondorian banners to my study." Dimitri said.
 
The dwarves of Moria speaking ill to their brothers in Erebor would be struck down if they did not start acting like dwarves. ((Seriously guys, Moria and Erebor are tight, stop being hostile it makes no sense.)) [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/Captain_Aasim/74.png" name="Captain_Aasim"]12253360[/user]

The banner was brought before the king. "It was found on the body of one of the men." The soldier stated simply as he laid the scoth banner down onto the desks study. "Its defiantly authentic. Made by a skilled person of gondor no doubt." The people of the town freely spoke about the incident. Some wondered why Gondor would do such a thing, some, related to the men, called for revenge! [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DimitriP_13421/74.png" name="DimitriP_13421"]8861015[/user]

A haradrim man crossing through the relams of Gondor and rohan would have a rough time. His kind was not liked and would be treated as such. Roads were dangerous places for people to travel alone. As he rode on he would notice the road blocked by 5 men. All armed and brutish looking with squinted eyes and hard faces. "Where do ye think yer goin ye haradrim filth." [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/DeathValley105/74.png" name="DeathValley105"]15756962[/user] (One does not simply travel through enemy territory freely.

The dwarf asked about news of Rhun reported nothing. "Only thing we heard was about raids on teh reunited kingdoms borders with them. Nothing big." ..."Sire" he added after a short pause of awkward silence. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user]

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"O'en yer gates in order of the Bastard!" acclaimed the dwarf. It was well known that he came from Moria by the banner and sigil aside from that the excessive amount of length from his beard told the dwarves of Erebor WHO REFUSED to open their gates to one of their kin that he was a longbeard even more proof to just BLOODY OPEN the gates to allow him passage. Since dwarves were tight. [user avatar="https://cravatar.eu/helmavatar/UnusualBrit/74.png" name="UnusualBrit"]12700073[/user] ((Honestly your demanding to know why a messenger is outside your gates. And if your a canon kingdom your gates would be open for trade and travelers to visit the city otherwise you wouldn't get much visitors. Aside from that this messenger is from the land of your queen. Open the damn gates, mate because this is basically refusing to listen to orders from the messenger, which leads to treason. And we all know what happens to traitors, mate.))
 
((Cap, I'm just asking what brings you to Erebor... ffs. Anyway mile, I wasn't being that hostile. I was just replying like that because Cap was being hostile))
"Elroight asty won, Ee was jest asken yer buseness suh fur frum Moria" Replied the Guard on the wall, before signalling for the gate to be opened. Its iron door clanking as it was mechanically opened revealing the entrance hall of Erebor.

"Hem, sund eh messengur teh Gondorr, eh wunt teh knuw eef dey ned er aid" Replied Agzadir in a heavy dwarven voice. "Of curse sor" Replied his commander before leaving the throne hall. In many long hours a messenger of erebor arrived in his throne hall. "A mussenger frem Lili deh queen ef Moria. Bet beh curfull. He mukes great thruts" He spoke. Agzadir stroked his beard before replying "Send em on" The messenger nodded before going to the entrance hall where the Moria messenger would be found.
 
Dimitri looked at these warmongers. "Revenge? You want revenge? Do you know what happened last time the Rohhirim sought out revenge? We were forced into a war against Dunland, losing hundreds of good men because a few people jumped to conclusions." he hissed. The memory of the Fords Incident was still fresh in the minds of many Rohhirim, as it was a shameful day for the Riddermark. Grabbing the banner, he ordered his Royal Guard to set a watch on gates. He took the banner, and then disappeared into the the Great Library of Edoras...
 
Harrithian jumped off his horse with his bow on his back, quiver at the ready, and spear trailing behind him making a little picture while he talked "Good evening gentleman. If you would please excuse me but if you don't get your sorry asses out of the way I'll let ye old crows peck on your eyes" he said with narrowed eyes. The men looked at each other and laughed *sigh* "it always has to end in bloodshed doesn't it" Harrithian said then as fast as an adder rushed the men with his spear swinging around to there heads

Name: Vronak
Race: Warg
Type: General (all warg packs leader)
Bio: Vronak won control over his warg pack and then of every pack in middle earth. When the strange man came he was there in the shadows and waited for his family to come.
 
DeathValley105 said:
Harrithian jumped off his horse with his bow on his back, quiver at the ready, and spear trailing behind him making a little picture while he talked "Good evening gentleman. If you would please excuse me but if you don't get your sorry asses out of the way I'll let ye old crows peck on your eyes" he said with narrowed eyes. The men looked at each other and laughed *sigh* "it always has to end in bloodshed doesn't it" Harrithian said then as fast as an adder rushed the men with his spear swinging around to there heads

Name: Balrosh
Race: Balrog
Type: Kingdom Ruler
Kingdom wanted: Of Shadow and Fire (Just a old underground Dwarven kingdom that is forgotten)
Bio: Balrosh is now the last Balrog in midleearth, his father was killed by the legendary wizard Gandalf the White. When the dwarves came back for there homeland he fled not wishing to fight a whole army by himself. Now he sleeps in the shadow with the fire surrounding him. But yet something calls to him something that he hasn't felt since another age. ((This character if it is accepted won't be that active until someone from Mordor or whatever wakes him. But even when he is awake he won't be that active.))
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Unfortunately durins bane (The Balrog Gandalf killed) was the last Balrog, there is no such kingdom of Shadow and fire so I doubt this will be accepted, besides a Balrog would be considered too overpowered and would probably only be roleplayed by a DM.
 
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