Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26237442-20161209174031/@comment-25606723-20170108201558

Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: After many days, the dark host is seen approaching slowly but surely...The orcs are hunrgry for blood and the men hungry for glory. Only the blackness of their armor can be seen as they fill all the earth around the great fortress of Utumno. Great black pikes are ahead and those who hold them are uruks from the misty mountains. Their red eyes are hungry and ready to kill those who dare to stand before them. But the armies aren't in range yet. They still have one more day to walk. Only the elves with the sharpest eyes can see their blackness. But they will be soon there, and the earth will get more blood that it can consume. It will rain with blood and the dawn will be red. But it's time, for the black armies are making the earth tremble and their snarls and horns are covering the sweet noise of the air. They stop at some point, close to Utumno and start hitting their weapons in the ground, making a ton of noise. Weapons are raised  and the orc leaders yell orders. Sorthog is in the top of an icy hill, overwatching his armies with his shadow knights accompanying him. The elves are taken completely by surprise, as their scouts reported nothing of the sort until one of the wallguards spotted the hoard. Rushed defenses are prepared, ballistae and trebuchet inside and upon the rear walls are loaded, the outer wall, which is still unfinished, is abandoned because of a lack of sufficiant numbers to man it properly, and the relatively insignificant force of around 10,000 elves prepare their tools of death. The men in the fortress also prepare, but are kept as a reserve force because of their inferiority to the elves. The Horde would cut through them easily if they met in open battle. Some are beginning to cough or have stomach cramps, but it goes unnoticed. The elves manning the trebuchet fail to notice a slight error made in preparation...