The Black Hand Of Mordor Extends Its Palms Forward.
3 years, 3 Years has Mordor been left leaderless after the sudden disappearance of the ever enigmatic "Lady of Mordor."
She had ruled for two years, a great reign, one with an.. unexpected approach, She brought what seemed to be lacking within Mordor, Kindness, a rare tenderness in each of her actions as she held consideration for almost everyone within not just Mordor but for those outside of it as well.
Yet, now with the Lady gone.. Mordor, in no brief time. Fell into chaos.. the wake of such still being felt even after much time had passed. Mordor has never been more divided, fragmented than ever. For without a strong figurehead to guide the Ologs, Black Uruks and Orcs. They have split into several different warbands vying for ultimate control of The Black Land and its entirety.
Gondor, witnessing such carnage from within. Has taken advantage of such, pushing further and further into the border zone, massacring the hordes of The Dark Lord.. Seemingly treating such as a method to pass the time, they wander what were once great lands, lands that they feared of trekking through with.. //Carelessness.// But, Fate itself is seeming to shift. Mordor stirs ever still. As from the deepest recesses of the abyss come.. a new face, leading a warband of its own having boldly staked a claim and residing within Barad-Dur Itself. A figure of mystery. A individual who's ambition is cloaked in void. One simply known as "Akuzhail." "Akuzhail" Has proclaimed that.. under its steel fist, the fragmented age of Discord will be coming to an end, "Akuzhail" seeks to reunite Mordor once again under a strong figurehead, ruling not with the Tenderness of the Lady, but with efficiency. Intending to create an army not only in Tandem with their savage fury, but also a disciplined army. Combining both into a dangerous form of military doctrine. With such a proclamation, comes the need for those who can enforce its will, to be the iron-fist of "Akuzhail" A call has been issued out, one for warriors, enforcers, brutes, slave-masters and the such. Mordor calls, its palm opening for those who are strong, those who are worthy. Those who have long forgone any sort of morals.
For if any fall under such.. The Embrace of Black Flames await you. No Longer shall the men of Gondor stab deeper into the very soul of Mordor. Now.. They shall be subsumed in a WRATHFUL TIDE! THE BLACK SOIL.. ITS ROOTS //REFRESHED!// IN THE BLOOD OF MAN!
ORCISH STEEL SHATTERING FEEBLE GONDORIAN IRON! PLATES BENT, BROKEN AS THEIR BODIES LAY ON THE FLOOR!
So why await..? Accept the Black flame into your soul, let it strengthen you.. burn away what weakness you may have and forge you into something new.
March to Barad-Dur and swear your fealty.