The year twentyeight since my coming to Carn Dûm.
September the thirdteenth, Morning. Bree.
Great things are happening as I write. This is the first time since my arrival here in Eriador that I have actualy seen some significant results of our doings. At appears as if our friendly attitude towards the wise in these lands have finaly beared fruit. Some week ago we were contacted by a battleforce know as the Blackfire Legion, whose origins I suspects have something to do with the rise of Angmar long ago. The men and women of this organisation seems devoted to our cause and they have sworn Nalokha their friendship. I am convinced that they will play their part in the coming war.
Also, my personal search for allies have shown to be useful. I have gained the trust of many of the wisest and most powerful. I have been able to contact and ally both the leauge of the Black Market and the House of Bratton. The later mentioned will bring great strength in arms and much knowledge, and the tradesmen of the black market will provide us with both spies and weapons.
To sum things up, a great alliance has been forged. Many have joined the forces of the Iron Crown and those of the dark queen and I am sured more will follow their example. The more we are - the more powerfull we can strike. By Melko, a new age is upon us!
I hate to allways have to ruin my entries with bad news, but when they are as grave as this I feel obligageted to do so.
Some days ago I rested from my travels in the ruins of Minas Eriol. This fortress once bellonged to the great kings of the Dunedain - but is now reduced to pebble, where cowardly orcs have taken their refuge. I came here searching for one of the lost seeing stones, or Palantirs as they are also called. These artifacts were crafted by an elven king a long time ago, and posses great prowess. My search proved fruitless however and just as I were about to leave a goblin messanger came running down the slopes of the southern weatherhills. He told me he and his brethren had caught a spy lurking about and allready I suspected who it might have been.
I was taken to the highest peak of their filthy bastion and there, guarded by orc spearmen Damondir sat. I laughed at his foolishness and started questioning him. I got no information and just as I were about to loose my patience and end his pathetic life that wretched worm Garerthred revealed himself. He cut down the goblins one by one and finaly it was just him and me left - just as before.
This time it was different however, I knew of his tricks, and the sun wouldn´t rise for hours - I had a clear advantage. We faught long and hard, but not with our weapons as much as with our minds. We wreaked our raging waves of furious hatred into each other and it appeared as if mine were stronger. I had him almost at my mercy and prepared to strike the final blow when suddently a third person stepped out of the shadows. Jazilin, a good friend of Damondir´s appeared before me and almost pierced me with one of her arrows. Garethred siezed the moment and turned the tide of battle by thrusting his spear into my chest.
It was now that I realised that, by the slightest intervening, I had lost the fight. I wasn´t going to wait with my retaliation however and quickly draw a Morgul dagger. I wounded my enemy and as the darkness started to trick his mind I escaped.
By the forge of my soul, I will teach him what real pain feels like.
