(^^Sure.)

Krikosh watched young Senqwa hasten towards him. He recalled that she had been one of the mutionous ones that General Shamíra had complained about. At any rate, he watched her approach. "You there!" he called gruffly. "What are you doing? Make yourself useful! Come here and aid these others in repairing the weaponry!"

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Shamíra had set a patrol out once more. She had archers lining the walls at discreet distances, a healthy number of orcs lining the river banks and her captains hard at work. It seemed as though she would compete her task after all.

Shamíra, she heard Lord Sauron say.
She knelt instinctively. You called, Master? she replied.
Once Amarthiel has led the assault on Minas Tirith, join her with your party in Osgiliath. There you will form the Fellowship of Mordor. It shall consist of you, Amarthiel, Urgalz, Senqwa, Xoroku and two captains of your choice. he informed her.
As you wish, my lord. She said, bowing her head.

Senqwa quickly nodded and helped the others who were repairing the weapons. Senqwa saw a man working hard. she had never seen him before. he shook with fear as he saw me come up. <i> he must be a gondorian that was captured</i> she thought as she watched him. she walked over and stood next to him trying to aid him in his work. "do not be afriad" she wispered. the man relized that Senqwa was not an orc or morquini (sp). he looked at her. her eye held a small amount of compassion. she smiled at him breifly. then went back to work before someone noticed them talking.

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The wall was reduced quickly and Urglaz waited for the order to march on Minas Tirith itself.


OoC.Can someone be the Witch-King for a second?

OC.Very well.

The Witch King settled down his fell-beast next to Urglaz and rasped "Commence the attack!"

Urglaz nodded and said "Yes, my lord. Attack!"

The armies of the Evil Men then began the assault.

A smile crossed her lips as she saw the Host come into view. Quickly descending the wall, she met the army at the city gate, her eyes glittering with anticipation. "It's about time you arrived." she replied coldly, glancing over at the Host.

"What is your desire general?" the orc captain asked.

"Ready the army. We march on Minas Tirith.” she replied with a sinister smile. She could see the streams of blood staining the silver cobblestones and a jolt of anticipation filled her. Swiftly gazing upon the ranks of the Host, she inspected them once more before nodding. It was time. A howl of joy erupted through the camp as Amarthiel led the army to sack the White City.
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Amarthiel rode upon Durion at the head of the Army of Mordor. Upon arriving on the field of battle, a smile twisted her lips as she saw Urglaz beginning the assault. She inhaled slowly, the stench of mortal flesh meeting her nostrils. “Fear.” she said with a malevolent smile. The city is plagued by it. Show them the price of all who stand against Lord Sauron." Signaling for the catapult, she smiled as a huge boulder soared through the air and crashed into the City’s wall.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Senqwa worked faster as they brought more weapons to them. Senqwa kept taking glances at the man. he still seemed tarrifyed but when he caught her gaze he smiled back.

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Shamíra's mood was worsened after her talk with Lord Sauron. She stood and angrily shouted threats and curses at the orcs. She killed four as she continued her bad tempered rant through the city, checking the progress of the orcs, humans and Moriquendi under the guidance of the captains. She snapped orders and gave demonstrations on the proper ways of doing things. Her anger revived, she stormed to the wall to continue hollering at the archers.

"General, look!" cried one, pointing in excitement towards the Fields of Pelennor.
"What is it, maggot? You had best hope this was worthy of my attention." Shamíra snarled, and then glanced in the direction he had pointed. "Dark Lord curse them." she snickered as she glanced at Minas Tirith. "Against the Host, they are doomed." she whirled around, the anticipation of blood, death and fear in the face of her victims driving her onwards. "Prepare to move out! Finish what needs doing, and quickly! I want us to join the host within two hours! Any disobedience will be directly addressed by me!" she barked and packed her own things.

Urglaz's easterling prepared siege towers to scale the walls but held back in the mean time from the walls.

Just as Shamíra had ordered, within two hours, the host of orcs fully armed, ranks formed perfectly. As she strode amid the lines, she noticed with amusement the captains' quiet threats to any who disobeyed. She strode atop the wall so she could see them all clearly. She glanced through the crowd. "Captain Xoroku, come here at once." she commanded.

The Easterlings then forced forward the battle towers and fired the catapults. The Haradrim prepared their Mumakil.

A sinister smile spread across her lips as Amarthiel watched another boulder sail through the air and smash through the city's wall. "Push forward!" she ordered the Black Host, her eyes glowing with anticipation of the spilling of blood.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

finally senqwa could leave and go from the weaponry. they needed archers. she ran up to the wall with her bow in hand she saw an orc pointing and Shamira smirking. Senqwa stood by them. "what's going on?" she asked.

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"Combatant Senqwa, you as well." Shamíra said darkly.

Senqwa nodded and loaded her bow. she felt the evilness seep in deeper as she smelled blood once again and relized that more death and blood would be spilt by her. she almost liked it. she shot an arrow and shot down a man.

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~Raelyn

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.
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