Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150104042558

Two dark hooded figures stood in the forests of Lindon (I'd like to point out that holding a secret spy meeting there is an impressive feat). If an Elf somehow knew they were there, and somehow managed to listen in, they would have heard two almost serpentine voices speaking.

"Well? What isss the result?"

"The ssstumpy hairy onesss have taken the city of darknesss and fire."

"And the nessst there?"

"Abandoned, and every sscrap of evidence of it'ss existence hasss been wiped clean."

"Excccellent. Isss thisss a good time to initiate the sssmoke ssscreen?"

"Yessss."

"Very well. Get a messssage to Ssslythe. Phassse two is about to commenccce."

"Are you sure we cannot wait a little longer?"

"No. The routesss of Elven shipsss get closser each day. Even worssse, our ssspiesss in the white city sssay that they plan to sssettle the ruined islandsss. I repeat: contact Ssslythe, tell her to initiate phassse two."

"Underssstood."

A week later...

A raven flew to Moria, where Glosur was with the Dwarves, having just recently conquered Moria. One of it's wings was curiously crumpled, as though someone had tried to grab it before it took off. It bore a message:

"My King! You must return to the Orocarni at once! It appears that an Easterling rebellion that has secretly existed for years has taken advantage of your armies absence. Many villages and even cities in the plains of Rhun have already been taken, and the rebellion is still on the move. I regret to say that you may not be able to fully crush the rebellion, as they have already begun fortifying several hey locations. However, you may be able to stop the rebellion from spreading.

Now I must go quickly. Chaos has already erupted in this village, and I fear they're coming for me. Good luck.

Your fellow Dwarf, Gar--"

The message ended here, and there was a smattering of Dwarven blood on the end of the note. It appears the raven just got away with the message.

Meanwhile, at Cirith Ungol...

The Gondorian defenders of Cirith Ungol patrolled the walls and corridors of the fortress, vigilant against any Orc attack. The captain in charge of the fortress was alone in his room, examining a map. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The captain turned, and the door opened. The torches outside had been extinguished, and there was a figure in the shadows, to tall to be a human or Orc, but not quite the build for an Elf. He also caught a glimpse of what could have been a tail. The shadowy figure held out something.

"What are you doing?" the captain asked. Suddenly, an Orc arrow whizzed out of the shadows, impaling itself in the captain's head. As the captain fell to the floor, the shadowy figure dragged the body of a fully armored Orc to the doorway, this one with a Gondorian arrow in the back of the neck. Then, the shadowed figure retreated back to the shadows from whence it came.

All across the fortress something similar occurred. Gondorians unwittingly struck down by an enemy hidden in the shadows of their own base, by Orcish arrows or swords. And then, strewn throughout the fortress were the corpses of several Orcs. Then, even more were laid outside. Then, a trail of clues was laid to draw the Orcs to the now-empty Cirith Ungol, but not before a supply cart managed to witness the carnage and report back to Minas Morgul. And no one ever suspected that a third party was involved, for none now live to ever see them.