Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151202042359/@comment-26863727-20151204004253

"It`s true. I was there." Darrius says as he passes by. He walks over to Golmag. "A pleasure to be working with you. You are..?" He asks Golmag. "I am called Golmag Stormblade. And we are not working with you, you are working for us." Golmag smugly says. Darrius cosks his head to one side. "Is that so? Elves, cover your ears." He says.

A blinding flash is seen, and Darrius is now a fourteen foot tall armored being. "FORFEIT YOUR WILL!!!!" He says in a booming voice. He grabs Golmag`s face, and it smokes where he touches him. Darrius starts saying something in true Black Speech, and after he releases the Uruk, Golmag kneels before him. "What is your will, Master?" He asks. "You and your warriors will aid us in our quest." Darrius says in the same voice that does not sound like his regular one.

"Yes My Lord!"

"You will not harm any of the fellowship members, nor will your Uruks"

"Yes!"

"Good."

Darrius shrinks back to his usual self, and the other Uruks kneel as well.

"Uruks, like Troll-Folk and the lesser Orcs, can be dominated by a strong will and by extension any under their command. I have skill in this, though it is taxing. Food?" Darrius briefly explains.