(Not all the orcs turned. If you recall, they're in the midst of a bloody battle with the humans attempting to reclaim the city. They don't exactly have time to deliberate over which side they'll chose.)
Shamíra ignored him. The Dark Beam could trace him anywere. She was not worried.

Amarthiel smiled as she saw the charging men coming into view. Where Shamíra and the others were at the moment, she had no idea, nor did she care. The hunger for mortal blood was growing deep within her. Standing where she was, she fired a Dark Beam at the enemy, laughing as the screams of the warriors and horses pierced the air. Her eyes glowed a blood-red and she licked her lips in glee.

"Yes." she murmured. "Come to me." Powering up her Dark Beam once more, she shot down another group of riders.

"Fire!" she commanded the company of orcs that flanked her. With that, they unleashed a volley of black upon the charging riders. She smiled in glee as the arrows smote both man and beast, their bodies piling on each other.

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AWESOME set by the AMAZING Lembas!!!

Urglaz met in a council with his Easterling leaders while the orcs volunteered to hold off the human counter attack on the edge of the camp. It was decided to bring their case before the Witch-King after he returned.

Shamíra was hardly able to keep control of the Dark Beam now. She smiled maliciously as she sent it after Urgalz. He shall be dead by now. She said with a twisted smile. Instantly powering up another, she launched it at the humans. She saw another Beam fly into the ranks of mortals. Amarthiel she thought. She hurried over, smiling. "Do not forget your own personal protection." she said, strengthening her Dark Shield.

In the command tent of the Lord-Regent of Shaire a great beam shot through the side. Thankfully for Urglaz, a shaman had been masking him, and this holy man died for his ruler. Guards ushered their lord into a tent with protective wards about it and hundreds of Orcs and Easterlings set out to flank Shamira.


OoC.Sorry, but killing Urglaz would've released an enormous can of worms for this army and one of the greatest empires of the east.

Amarthiel smirked as Shamíra joined her. "Yes. General. I shall not again." she replied as she strengthened her Dark Shield as well. "It's nice that you have finally joined us." she said. "I think you will find the bloodshed most rewarding." she added with a slow malicious smile. "The fools will die, and Sauron will have dominion over all lands of this earth." With anger burning in her heart she powered up her Dark Beam once more, cutting down another group of riders-her twisted soul lifting in glee as the screams of the mortals pierced the air.

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"Yes, I believe so." Shamíra mounted Hiruk and waited for Amarthiel. "Let us survey the situatuion." she said.

A (rather peeved) Witch-King landed next to Shamira. He uplifted his sword and in that peculiar loud whisper said, "What has happened to my army!?"

She glanced at the motionless bodies. Her eyes glinted maliciously. "Woops." She strengthened her Sheild for the third time before waiting for Amarthiel.

Amarthiel quickly summoned Durion and mounted the dark steed. She glanced briefly at the Witch-king and then back at Shamíra, sensing a fallout between the ranks. Shrugging it off, she urged the beast forward, ready to survey the field of battle with her.

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"We can discuss this later." she said to Urgalz. She rode with Amarthiel through the levels, cutting down the occasional human. "We are making progress." The number of men was dwindling drastically.

OoC. You mean the Witch-King?

Quite randomly, the Witch-King of struck Shamira with his flail, knocking her unconscious and said "Imbecile, did I not leave Urglaz in command?! I will deal with you later." He then began fighting the men to finish them off, with several units of men dispatched from Urglaz to help him.

Senqwa awoke fast with the water dumped over her head. she looked around for someone with a butcket. she saw X, holding one. she also saw so much camotion she didn't know if she could reach X before someone else did. she also relized that she had agreed to join shimara she slaped her forehead. "ugh i'm so stupid!!" she quickly got out of the cart and ran as fast as she could to X even though her back had been thrown out of place and some ribs were shatered. she reached X. "what happend!! and why did you throw water on me....and whos side are you on?" she said out of breath and almost ready to pass out again.

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Senqwa awoke fast with the water dumped over her head. she looked around for someone with a butcket. she saw X, holding one. she also saw so much camotion she didn't know if she could reach X before someone else did. she also relized that she had agreed to join shimara she slaped her forehead. "ugh i'm so stupid!!" she quickly got out of the cart and ran as fast as she could to X even though her back had been thrown out of place and some ribs were shatered. she reached X. "what happend!! and why did you throw water on me....and whos side are you on?" she said out of breath and almost ready to pass out again.

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Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.
Victor Hugo

music is my life, my love, it's apart of my very being, it's what keeps my heart beating
~Raelyn

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

All who call on God in

"Well for one, you passed out," Xoroku explained, throwing the empty bucket aside. "And I'm still on Urglaz's side... I'm sure you'll hear Shamira's story circulating around the camp." She folded her arms and closed her crimson eyes for a moment, becoming lost in her own thoughts.

The swarthy regent lay on a mat in his tent, relaxing a bit after the bizzare day. His emissaries had established contact with the Witch-King, and his stances reaffirmed by the response. All that remained was to pull the army back together after the near Civil War it had experienced.