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Orthanc and Barad-Dûr, the Union of the Two Towers, who now has strength to oppose them? Fools! They do not understand that to fight against the Power in the East is vanity! Elves are fading into the past, dwarves will remain in their mountains, and men, men have no strength left to fight.They are divided and leaderless, their armies will be but petty squabbles against the Black Legion. Against his might there can be no victory, we must join with Sauron. It would be wise.

Long have I forseen this doom in the high tower at the foot of the Isen, long has he disguised himself, only now to appear in full strength. The eastern sky has grown dark, Mordor is rising, fumes rise from pits as he forges new legions. Black Uruks, they are stronger than the orcs of the old Mordor, and he will cover the sky with his last shadow to ease the passing of those who would oppose him, under the sun. In Gondor, the Tower of the Moon and the Dome of Stars have both been desolated, how long do they think they have before Ectheleon's Tower too will fall, and his White Tree, burn? 

I have seen much in the Palantír, he will strike hard against Gondor and break it apart from three fronts. The corsairs from the sea, the Haradrim from the south and his own legions from the east. If any help were to come to Gondor it would be from Rohan, but no help will come. For long have the fires of industry been burning inside Isengard, our army is ready. The once weak and frail uruks of Mordor, now perfected into my fighting Uruk-Hai. They are bread for one purpose, to destroy the armies and lands of the horse lords. They have no fear of daylight and wield a ferocity yet unknown to men. Théoden, King of Rohan, is an old man and Gríma my servant has already begun to poison his mind, he will not lead his people to the aid of their friends. Even if their armies marched to Gondor he will have no people to lead, the Dunlendings are raiding, burning farms and vilages, and now, our Uruk-Hai will march upon Edoras and the Hornburg. When Rohan is crushed, Gondor will fall. Our wargs and pikes will be quite the match for their horsemen, and the armour of the Uruk-Hai is thicker than that of any hauberk of Rohan. Our forces are prepared,the world of men will burn!

But in the end Sauron will need the Ring of power to finalize his dominion over Middle-Earth. If he seeks to be god and king over this world, he must have total control, the One Ring, Isildur's Bane is ever calling him...Find it! For if the Ring comes to Orthanc, it will not be Sauron that rules Arda, but Saruman, the Wizard of many Colours! And at last I will set this land as it should have been from the foundation. Where the wise rule over the foolish, and the petty pay tribute to the great. The Ring of Power must be found, but not by him. It is rumored to be carried by a halfling, if you should find any, bring them to me and you will be greatly rewarded. For now the Two Towers are at Union, but there can be only one, Lord of the Ring!

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Gondor:

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From high tower it calls, echoing over the vast plains of Anórien! To the east it's challenge is Issued as it carves it's way over the Great River routing its foes before it! To the West it calls the Faithful to it, beckoning all to its piercing rally! Southward it runs to the shores until it is sprayed upon the Sundering Seas. Northward it billows, a deep and proud cascading over the High Mountains calling it's King home! Tis the Horn Call of Gondor, rally cry of the Lords of the West, yet heard in these darkest of days! It Cries for Ecthelion's Tower out into all the lands of the King: Gondor, Gondor yet stands!

This was the Realm of Kings, the once proud and great kingdom of men; but alas, proud heritage and many tales are not enough to pillar a kingdom. For Gondor is now fallen into ruin. Its once high towers now abandoned, and its great fortresses left to decay. Our people are loosing hope, and as its soldiers fall to the blades of Orcs and Southrons, its cities that once shown with the splendor of Numenor crumble to the earth. The Tower of the Moon is now rent with shadow and the city of Kings darkened with an empty thrown, Gondor no longer has the strength to repel the Enemy or ensure the safety of its lands...Few now have the courage to endure the darkness, much less the courage to fight.. For we are surrounded, the Eastern sky has grown dark, Mordor is mustered against us. And still yet more oppose us: In the south the Haradrim seek ever to cross the Anduin into our lands, and Easterlings from the Brown Lands raid our villages to the north. For all these foes, we have few allies. Rohan in the West has long been our greatest friend, but I fear they will not be long unchecked. The Northern Kingdom, Arnor has long been a waste land, and neither elves or dwarves will have the will or power to aid us...we are alone, alone in the ever looming night. 

Yet greater then all these troubles is the shadow that has fallen upon these lands, which no mighty horn echoed from high tower can expel. Only the might of a king could drive this darkness away and see the White Tree bloom again. But hope yet lingers. Whispers of an heir to the throne in the north are flowing through the cities, and legends of a great weapon of the Enemy have also reached the ears of the Stewards. But while the men look for their forgotten king and the Stewards search for their hidden salvation, the lines of the enemy move ever forward, Who now will stand and defy the armies of Mordor? The sons of Isildur and Elendil now quake at the Evil of Sauron, they look for one who will lead them, a true captain of men. One in whom the glory of ancient kings anew is displayed, unveiled in the glory of valor, one who would lead them to the Tower of Barad Dur itself, But alas, such heroes have faded into legend. Men of valor are remembered only in songs and tales, there are few now who would deny the reign of the Dark Lord to any avail. 

Yet captain, though foes beset us, there are still those in whom the blood of our forefathers truly flows, though we may not survive the shadow, much less can we abide it without struggle! We will not fade into darkness, but will fight, and fight with all the strength that is left in our mortal veins! Now bid the marshals to sound the call! To battle, arise true sons of Elendil! While strength yet remains, muster you courage! You are no vagabonds or villagers, but men of Gondor, Knights of Isildur's Realm and feats for such and greater yet remain! 

Now you must hear the horn's beckon, for even they who are deaf from their mother's womb would hear truly such a call, and the dumb would cry aloud the battle songs, and the lame would march proudly in full battle array! All the servants of the Kings of old, arrayed in the splendor of our fathers once again! Elendil, Elendil for Gondor!

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Mordor

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Dark, lidless, wreathed in flame! The Great Eye ever gazes, passing to and fro over the realms of this, Middle Earth. It stands solitary, unchallenged upon the pinnacle of Barad-Dur, ever watching, ever searching. While the Lord Sauron will soon have dominion over all, he yet lacks one thing. The nine he commands, the seven are scattered, and the three he knows, but the One, the One is yet lost to him. For that he will ever be searching, his need, his desire for it will never be quenched. And what is more, woe, woe to them that would hide his prize, rebels and thieves who would resist his will and keep what is not theirs! They will be dealt with swiftly and without mercy, for he shall find it, and when he does, none shall withstand him in the day of his Retribution!


In his just anger he has sought the perfection of his servants:The once wretched orcs now bread as tall and strong Uruks. Transformed from a witless rabble into an organized force, solely bent upon fulling the will of their Master. His Black Legions now have no fear of dawn, the accursed elves are wise enough to flee to their lands far across the sea, but men and dwarves will not be so fortunate. Beside these the master breeds all manor of fell creatures in the dungeons of his High Tower, terrible and great Olag-Hai, wargs and other more dreaded servants of darkness. Legions of Southrons and Easterlings, loyal to the Black Tower pour in everyday. Our full strength will now be unleashed against the weak and king-less land of Gondor. Finally it's accursed rebellion will cease, it's towers crumble and fortresses burn, Men will learn a fresh to fear, to cower before the Great, the Terrible, the Dark Lord, Sauron, to whom all owe allegiance! His power will reach from the vast eastern deserts to the havens of the accursed elf folk. None can abide his will, none can withstand his fury and vengeance, ages old and terrible! His legions will sweep across the land, all shall bow and despair. Shadow and unending night, a red sun with no dawn, an unending rule of total power, unchangeable, immutable and above all, powerful! 



Who now could oppose us? Elves, no they flee across the seas. Dwarves, they ever dealve deeper into the mountains, hoping to escape the night that falls above the ground. And what strength is left in men? King-less bereft of strength, they quiver and shake behind their tall walls, for they know a storm is coming that they cannot abide! For this final stroke the Black Land is now mustering, to crush utterly and finally all resistance to his will. He is sending forth the clouds of war to ease our passing across the lands, and there is a new craving for man flesh in the Lands of Mordor! Our lord beckons, the hour is at hand! Now send forth the legions, and cover all lands in a second and total darkness!

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Dale

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We are the men of Dale, slayers of Dragons, Marshalls of the North, friends of Dwarves and Elves. We have recaptured Dale from the clutches of Smaug the Golden, and rebuilt our ancient cities, now our trade lines prosper once again. Wine comes up the River from the men of Dorwinion, our merchants traffic this to the Halls of the Woodland King, and the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain. Often our Merchants travel by the great Western road, over the Misty Mountains and into Eriador. We are known far and wide as good and fair traders, our reputation fills our coffers. But as we rebuild our old lives, the Shadow creeps in once more. 

Though we were victorious in the Battle of the Five Armies, we are yet surrounded. The Easterlings are our chief foe, they lie to the south east, ever watching our lands and scheming. The Orcs of Dul Guldur are encamped in their fortress to our west, and other more foul creatures have been seen near our borders. But we are not abandoned, we have many strong friends abiding in Rhovanion. The Dwarves of Erebor are our greatest friends, we share much; trade, weapons, maps, and in times of war we will fight for each other. The Elves of Mirkwood, while strange and mysterious folk are our friends as well. Their rangers often keep the creatures of Mirkwood from entering our lands. Also the Court of Dorwinion lies to our south, they are good and noble men, and perhaps the richest as well. Yet it seems the enemy has no fear of these. In the end the Dwarves will stay in their mountain, the Elves will stay in their beloved forest and the men of Dorwinion will continue to abide in secrecy along the shores of the Rhunic Sea. We however have no mountains or forests to hide in. Trade roads, outposts, towns and cities are scattered throughout our lands, and all the eyes of the enemy are on our wealth. Both our people and our trade must be protected. 

in Dale our finest weapon is the longbow, we are masters of its art and deadly accurate, our archers will be the key tool we can provide in the upcoming war. Also we have many fine spear-men, and others armed with weapons from our dwarvish friends. But we are untrained, and largely undisciplined, after Dale and Esgaroth burned many of our barracks and armories were burnt, and our troops must be retrained and re positioned. We are valiant Edain, -Northmen as it were- and will not easily be frightened by shadow or sword. But the time of war will come and Dale must be ready, ready to fight, ready to hold. We have forts and towns along the River Running to aid in the defense of an attack from the south. Dale has many high towers and strong walls, and there are but 4 bridges into Esgaroth. An attack from land would be a hard campaign for the enemy. But he has the men to do it. We have barely the strength to hold our forts and towns, much less an army to meet him in the field. The overflowing of our coffers is worthless if not protected. 


Dale is the gateway to Mirkwood, and if we are overrun, our friends will be surrounded and slain. We can no longer trust in the strength of our friends, but must look within for the strength to fight. Rhovanion will soon be flooded with tides of evil men and orcs, burning and pillaging as they go. Now more then ever we need a captain, on like Bard, who, when the Dragon comes he will not run in fear, or be dismayed by the fire, but will take up his bow in defense of his Kingdom and slay the fell beast! You now are the captain of Dale, and when the Dragon of war comes...you must slay it.

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Imladris

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Arda, how my heart burns as i see it wither, for my life itself is entwined with the fabric of its foundations, laid before in the yore of ages. And since before the sun was hewn from the heavenly mantle, we have fought and died for it. And through countless years we have seen all our valor and forlorn deeds be wrested into the endless dusk we now abide. Our works and labors twisted to malice - utterly corrupted. Why must what was fair be made dark? The hills and forests once gleaming in the gentle sun, scorched now in dreaded wastes under its golden glare! 

They say immortality is our gift, but truly it is our curse. Forced to watch through passing eons the unwavering decay of greed. Though we have lived through the ages, what now is our labor? Gondolin, City of Twelve Houses now lies in rubble beneath the Sundering Sea. And When Gondolin fell, its survivors fled to Eregion, but where now is Eregion? Heaped and strewn in wild wastes on the western foothills of the Misty Mountains. Proud Kingdom of the Noldor, now little more then a bereft encampment of highwaymen and bandits! And we few who escaped are here, forced to hide in this valley, singing songs of fair days little remembered, waiting till the dawning of final night. Do you see now, the vanity of our labors? Do you now understand the sorrowful mourning of our heats? Night will come, and when it does, there will be no dawn, no dew upon the emerald fields, nor silver mists on the crystal streams, only a dead silence, the echo-less cry of endless night. 

Though...though how i have forgotten! How they still shine life into our ancient hearts! Yes friend, when night comes the stars unveil, highest and fairest jewels of Ea, enthroned, reflected, em-brazened on the mystifying tapestry of the heavens! Oh what a treasure Eru has given us! For though night may dawn, the stars are an early herald, a distant and beckoning signal that light will once again crest the horizon. Now it feels as though the light of the stars is kindled a fresh in my heart, for verily we are the Eldar, the people of the Stars, and stars hold no fear of night. Their pearl banners ever illuminating though all shadows be about them. Now, here in the forgotten north must we Eldar be as the stars, a guide for the weary traveler, and beacon of hope for the lost. Yes, there is work a foot, deeds to be done, legends yet untold still lie ahead! Now is my blood ablaze, with the eternal fire, Elbereth, Lady of the Stars be my guide in these dark days! For night looms, and the lords call, "to arms, to arms people of the Noldor!" Great deeds await you! For not un-tried will we greet Fingolfin and Faenor in the halls of Mandos! For there we shall sing and remember above all the deeds of the Noldor these last acts of courage, forlorn bulwarks beset against the oncoming darkness! Rise, rise to the hour ye sons of Gil-Galad, the time of your fulfillment draws! Not alone will we leave men, surrounded and besieged on all fronts! For a thousand times would i die to the steel of Morgul ere i see Imladris in flames, or the Pearl Towers cast down! Nay, if thus be the future, it is not one i can abide! For with hewn helm, and tattered shield, cloven horn and broken sword would i still hold the barricades of Elbereth against our foes! 

No power hath Sauron that can extinguish the fire of the Eleni that burns within our immortal heart. If night is to be our end, then we shall be as the stars, and blaze in the midst! As they have in past wars, his legions will crumble to the fury of the Eldar, his beasts and monsters cower for their caves and dungeons when beset of our battle cries! Now alas brave people, mighty first-born, destiny calls, Valinor beckons but for burning in my heart my ears grow deaf, and silver shores must await their honored guests! For a higher calling now have they,in past they awaited refugees and weary travelers, born swiftly from ruin and darkness, but now shall their shores await the horns of heroes, banners proudly displayed in victory in the end of strife. For this calling now, the welcome of faithful servants, I bid you true Elves, sons of the mighty, waylay darkness, pay it no heed, but follow me now once more to battle! For at last the end of our role is upon us, our part nearly played, yet we shall make a grand finally, a tale, sung for a thousand years on the feast halls of the Valor! 
 

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