Gundabad seemed fortified, seemed. There was no watch, unless the stunted sleeping orc leaning on the gate was it. There was a massive uproar within the walls, though. Either a brawl, or a feast. Me and my men were dismounted, the Uruks were upon a knee, waiting for my order as we watched the fortress. An orc stumbled from the battlements, cracking open his skull on the way down as his head cracked against the wall. That was the time. I stood up, drawing my sword, a team of Uruks rushed out, carrying a tree trunk fashioned crudely into a ram. We swiftly jogged toward the gate, the whole company ready. The ram crashing against the gate, drew a deathly silence from within. BOOM.
The gates started to crack.
BOOM.
The gates opened with a loud creak, inside, orcs scrambling for weapons, fear obvious on their faces, as the Uruks rushed inside, weapons drawn, and silent in the soon slaughter. The orcs were shrieking, though they were hurling themselves at the Uruks, being cut down with ease. My sword blurred left, and right, stricking upon the faces of orcs. One of them tried grabbing me, but I simply punched the fool, my fingers finding their way in the creatures mouth as I held him by his jawbone, dragging him along to just barely watch the slaughter. A horn sounded in the distance, the Chieftain was rushing down the road, his bodyguards close behind, in dinted armour. Orc clashed against Uruk, and five numenoreans advanced through the Uruk battle line to cut their way through the orcs. I dropped the orc I was dragging, marching forward to meet the chieftain. Once he saw my he swung his sickle sword, the battle around us slowly stopping, to watch me and the scum fight. I swung my sword downward at him, and he raised his shield.
CLANG.
CLANG.
CLANG.
Again, and again, I struck down, as the chieftain dropped his weapon, his iron shield striking against his face with each downward strike.
“Surrender!” he cried, from beneath the shield, “I surrender, my lord, I surrender..” he gasped, peeking over the edge of the shield to stare up at me with wide eyes. I stared back down at him from beneath my iron helm, leaning down to wrench the shield, and toss it aside. I rest the flat of my boot against his chest, the company around me was silent, both orc and Uruk. “Surrender..” he said again. I lifted my sword, the black orc blood crusting in the cold air, looking it over, before taking a step back, pointing it’s tip at the ground, “Kneel.” I demanded.
Within the week, the Orc tribes have all submitted to my rule. Saurons, rule. Tarkrip, Ongburz, Blogmal, even the mighty Krahjarn. All knelt, and swore fealty. Angmar, is now ready for the War. And now I must meet with the tribesmen that reside in the South. They will kneel, or die.
