Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20151122010838/@comment-26453572-20151129162604

Daechir sits atop a fell beast, watching his guards. How he obtained one can only be imagined. The bats have been breeding in Angmar to be used for the oncoming war, and will soon arrive to shed blood. The Orc general approaches his king.

(In black speech)

"The armies are ready. Should we attack now?"

"We will attack at dawn. They celebrate now, but all mortals must sleep eventually. We must catch them when they are tired. Only the Elves can go without rest. The Elves and Dwarves will not last."