"I am Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, Commander <kshhh> of the Supreme Army of the Galactic Empire, Apprentice of the Emperor and the Chosen One of the ancient prophecies of the ancient Jedi Masters."
The Witch-King's tower fortress was an enormous, forbidding spire of metal. It had obviously been built very recently. There were multiple orcs guarding the area, but a lightsabre, Force powers and multiple fire-based weapons soon took care of them.
I vote that the definition of "creativity sandwich" is officially listed as "Darth Vader, Pyro and Nathaniel of Unicorns marching on the fortress of the Witch-King".
Both the slave camp and the nearby village have been reduced to burning ruins by the bestial orc invaders. What little supplies remain are either damaged or useless. Lord Vader turned his attention to the distant iron fortress. Excellent...
Vader strode into what was left of the slave camp. There were dozens of corpses piled up against the walls of skewered to the ground by chipped swords and battered spears. He stood in what had been the meeting place, inhaling the scent of death...