The battle beneath Weathertop is wrathful and terrible. I stand upon a small rock swinging my sword and cutting down any Orc that challenges me. We are standing firm and showing no mercy to our enemy. I finish cutting down another Orc when something catches my eye. A hulking Orc with pale greenish skin, wielding a long curved and cruel blade wading through the battle and ruthlessly cutting down anyone in his path. It is Garg the Destroyer. He finishes hewing an Elven swordsman and then turns and spots me. His bares his ugly jaws and snarls with disdain and loathing. He raises his terrible blade and moves to engage. I stand ready.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 00:53:53 +0000