Helm's Deep Was a Mistake Helm’s Deep Was a Mistake!To the Race of Men, in particular the citizens of Rohan:I am Grunok, Uruk-Hai, sole survivor of the fiasco at Helm’s Deep. I say fiasco because the whole thing was a misunderstanding. And you, race of Men, need to know that!Before I continue with that, I must speak about another incident. Lurtz and Ugluk. Those guys were renegades. Completely rebellious and out of control! They just scampered out of Isengard with a group of about one hundred of our boys, yelling something about Halflings prancing around out East, and about our entertainment. It is believed they got into Dad’s private stash of d
Ogden's Dream " I was standing amidst a meadow. The air was still, and snow heavy on the ground.Before me was a forest, and behind me, one greater. I looked to the clouded skies. There, I beheld four orbs of light that danced about in a circle. They seemed to try and descend, but could not. Each orb's light was different in colour. One orange, like fire. Another, white as the clouds. The third blue as the sea, while the fourth was green as ivy leaves. "My eyes looked to the ground. There sat a knight upon a stone. He was hunched over something in his hands which rested in his lap. I drew closer and saw that the knight was frozen, blank
Excerpt I XBattle at SohnwickThe summer’s evening sun glinted off spear and helm among the Tralysan Royal Brigade as they stood in formation upon the dusty gold fields before the keep at Sohnwick. There were thousands of men, numerous mangonels, four trebuchets, and six siege towers. To the north and south were still yet more troops and engines of siege. Lord Sohnbie reviewed all this from his point atop the walls of his stronghold. With the sun at his back, and Steward Dunclow’s army before him, it appeared as though a thousand stars had descended, heralding the coming of night, the coming of death. “Father, save us!&#
Excerpt IIX.2Battle at SohnwickThe humble, but strong, dark stoned castle of Lord Sohnbie was silhouetted against the quickly fading light of the western horizon. From there, Sir Maren rode away, back towards Steward Dunclow who looked on, awaiting word. Even as the knight passed into the formations and galloped towards the hill, Dunclow gave the signal for his mangonel crews to prepare for bombardment. The horn was blown and mangonel captains all about were setting to work.Sir Maren arrived before his master. “My lord, Sohnbie shall not yield!”“As expected.” Dunclow said coolly. “It wouldn’t have mattered either w
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