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ChazmanianDevil wrote: "What better time is there to strike that's now, while the crown is weakened?" Pat. "Perhaps, perhaps. The Serpent has lied in the grass, hidden, but will soon show its fangs. We will strike north soon, our full strength is almost gathered." "How soon?" "Whenever I can be sure that my side will be the winning one." "As we speak Dol Amroth, Anorien, and Nurn are already preparing for open revolt. Other fiefdoms may have already joined them. A friend in Osgiliath has taken the fight to the city streets, attcking soldiers and worsening morale. Warlords from the south and east march on Gondor. Hopefully the rivermen of the Anduin will soon join us. The Royal Fleet is now loyal to me, and unless there was a problem at home I still have at least a 1,000 well trained men waiting in Pelargir. What better time is their to strike?" "A warlord is marching through Harad, towards Umbar with a large army, my recent scouts report. Why not ally ourselves with him? He seems to have a better chance then you lot, and I don't intend to replace one tyrant with another." "Because he plans to make himself king of Gondor. All of it. That includes Umbar. He's a wildcard I'll admit, but alliance with him will only come back to bite you in the long run." "And what guarantee do I have that yours will not?" "I have no need of Umbar my friend. Unlike these fools who call themselves kings I've recognized something they have not. Umbar doesn't die. It's not a kingdom, it's a people. And you can put as man you officers over them as you want, but give them a reason and they'll be at your back again. Umbar will be yours." "You make a point. Very well. My troops are being raised as we speak. My sword is yours, yet I cannot guarantee that all of my men will not follow this warlord." "I cannot thank you enough. Might I ask where you're hiding the heir to the throne?" "He grew up in Ajitaz-al-Harad, but I brought him here, in preparaton. I can summon him, if you'd like." "That would be excellent." Pat. Pat. PAT. (Sorry 'bout that)

The Haradrim Lord brings up a young man. He looks strong and regal, and, perhaps, most importantly, is the spitting image of the last King of Umbar.

"Welcome." "The last of the Elerion line..." His eye sparkle with excitement. "He looks ready enough. Well my good king... How quickly can you muster your fleet?" "My Fleet? Three days. My Fleet will, however, not nearly be enough... A new would-be conqueror is rising in the east. He already had Umbar and most of Harad under his thumb."