[center][b]Arûkî of the Black Lands[/b] [/center]

They were safe, secluded, and they had their shelter. What more could they want other than food and power over Mordor, these things came in time but first they needed to regain an easy passage into Mordor. Ûrul over looked the lands beyond the Black Gate into Mordor, that would be his in due time. "What shall we do to restore our connection my liege?," one of his Uruki lieutenants asked. 

"Would a draw bridge work? Have you thought of that yet?" Ûrul asked before the lieutenant nodded and left. They would need to build this draw bridge to withstand the heat of the lava that came from Mt. Doom. 

A scavenging party was also sent out, a party of fifty orcs on wargs into the mountain side to find a safer passage and maybe some food. They still had enough to last for a good two weeks, however, without a steady income they would be forced to cannibalize. That was not something that they wanted to do but they would if needed so the rest could live on.

"Get those drakes fed!," Ûrul shouted from his little tower as her heard the roads of the drakes grow ever louder. They were unrulely but they would prove their worth in short time, their young raised to be obedient and silent. An army of lesser drakes for the orcs would be absolutely worthwhile as they would be able to kill off their competition with ease.