We've heard tales of hobbits, tales of men and dwarves. Tales of bravery, courage, and skill at arms to save all of Middle Earth from the evil of Mordor and dragons...
...But what of Mordor? We hear no tales from that place, save for legends of great battles where good has prevailed over evil, where the armies of the Dark Lord himself were defeated by an alliance of men and elves. We hear not of great Orc and Uruk heroes, of greenskins who gallantly rise to the top to lead their people to a new age or save them from defeat...
...because these Uruks don't exist.
Krom Peak, The Udun Foothills
2 months after the attack on The Black Gate
Episode 1: Welcome to Mordor, Where "Feeding The Rats" Is A Valid Career Choice
As it has for the all the days past, the sun peeked over the horizon, its light slowly washing over the land of Mordor like a fearful mother slowly taking a blanket off of her child. Somewhere in the grand expanse of Udun, a collective screech could be heard as ghuls returned to their subterranean dwellings, awaiting the coming night.
Nestled against the base of a mountain and in a small valley (sort of like the fortress of Helm's Deep) was Krom Peak, jutting out and taking up space like a massive, cobblestone and iron wart. Krom Peak (named after the mountain it rests against) is a rather large fortress. It's organized into a thick, iron and stone outer wall (behind which is housed the nearly immesurable amounts of tightly packer Uruk barracks and slave quarters). The outer wall has three large towers placed more or less symetrically along its length (around eighty meters from one end to the other), and a myriad of other, smaller towers sprinkled irregularly between the larger ones.
The inner wall contains the warcheif's massive tent, a moderately sized and well maintained training field, and the area where all the captains live.
This particular morning, all of our PCs are asleep in the barracks. They all share a single room (along with forty other Uruks). Luckily for them, neither Pug nor Gothmog had to watch the walls last night.
Suddenly, the door to the barracks bursts open, violently waking everyone inside.
At the wide doorway (wide enough that four Uruks could stand in it comfortably) stands Nazrak The Scarred, one of the many captains and the "boss" of the PCs and the Uruks in the barracks with them.
Nazrak is a tall, lithe Uruk, with skin whiter than snow and extremely visible black veins. His head, neck, and arms are absolutely covered with scars, and he is presumed to have more under his armor. His armor is a relatively decent quality suit of leather armor, without sleeves. On his shoulders are small pauldrons of iron, and at his hip is nothing short of a masterpiece; a longsword taken from a ranger from The Black Gate. With Nazrak is a gang of around eight followers, each with some pretty impressive scars of their own.
Usually a quiet sort of Uruk, he motions to one of his many gang members, a giant, almost impossibly large brute of an Uruk with an iron plate bolted over one half of his face, known all around Krom Peak as Hork The Mountain, and Hork smiles.
"ALL RIGHT, LITTLE URUKS! ON FEET. BOSS WANT TRAINING TODAY!" Hork bellows, and Nazrak crosses his arms.
...But what of Mordor? We hear no tales from that place, save for legends of great battles where good has prevailed over evil, where the armies of the Dark Lord himself were defeated by an alliance of men and elves. We hear not of great Orc and Uruk heroes, of greenskins who gallantly rise to the top to lead their people to a new age or save them from defeat...
...because these Uruks don't exist.
Krom Peak, The Udun Foothills
2 months after the attack on The Black Gate
Episode 1: Welcome to Mordor, Where "Feeding The Rats" Is A Valid Career Choice
As it has for the all the days past, the sun peeked over the horizon, its light slowly washing over the land of Mordor like a fearful mother slowly taking a blanket off of her child. Somewhere in the grand expanse of Udun, a collective screech could be heard as ghuls returned to their subterranean dwellings, awaiting the coming night.
Nestled against the base of a mountain and in a small valley (sort of like the fortress of Helm's Deep) was Krom Peak, jutting out and taking up space like a massive, cobblestone and iron wart. Krom Peak (named after the mountain it rests against) is a rather large fortress. It's organized into a thick, iron and stone outer wall (behind which is housed the nearly immesurable amounts of tightly packer Uruk barracks and slave quarters). The outer wall has three large towers placed more or less symetrically along its length (around eighty meters from one end to the other), and a myriad of other, smaller towers sprinkled irregularly between the larger ones.
The inner wall contains the warcheif's massive tent, a moderately sized and well maintained training field, and the area where all the captains live.
This particular morning, all of our PCs are asleep in the barracks. They all share a single room (along with forty other Uruks). Luckily for them, neither Pug nor Gothmog had to watch the walls last night.
Suddenly, the door to the barracks bursts open, violently waking everyone inside.
At the wide doorway (wide enough that four Uruks could stand in it comfortably) stands Nazrak The Scarred, one of the many captains and the "boss" of the PCs and the Uruks in the barracks with them.
Nazrak is a tall, lithe Uruk, with skin whiter than snow and extremely visible black veins. His head, neck, and arms are absolutely covered with scars, and he is presumed to have more under his armor. His armor is a relatively decent quality suit of leather armor, without sleeves. On his shoulders are small pauldrons of iron, and at his hip is nothing short of a masterpiece; a longsword taken from a ranger from The Black Gate. With Nazrak is a gang of around eight followers, each with some pretty impressive scars of their own.
Usually a quiet sort of Uruk, he motions to one of his many gang members, a giant, almost impossibly large brute of an Uruk with an iron plate bolted over one half of his face, known all around Krom Peak as Hork The Mountain, and Hork smiles.
"ALL RIGHT, LITTLE URUKS! ON FEET. BOSS WANT TRAINING TODAY!" Hork bellows, and Nazrak crosses his arms.
