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{5} 𝔇𝔢𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢 𝔬𝔣 ℜ𝔬𝔳𝔫𝔦𝔨

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𝕿𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖈𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘:

Urak-Hai: While JRR Tolkien doesn't exactly explain what they are, it is assumed that they are the result of breeding orcs with men. Their name translates to "Orc-folk"

Isengard: The dwelling place of Saruman the White, who men consider a wizard.

Warg: Evil wolves that are sometimes tames by orcs and Urak-Hai to ride

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"I am flesh and I am bone,
rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold.
I've got fire in my soul,
rise up, ting ting, like glitter."
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{5} Demise of Rovnik
"Halt! Insolent fools," spat a grimy creature. He stood at a forbidding eight feet (~2.5 meters), with teeth filed into points and a mane of dreadlocks that reeked of grime. He was garbed in rough wool and a full set of lacquered orichalcum armor. The metal was swathed in a supple cloak of which was pinned with a brooch that he had claimed from a slaughtered elf.

His face warped into a scowl as he watched some witless creatures that he disdainfully called his soldiers stumbled over the edge of a ravine and flailed into the haunting abyss. Were they really so pathetic that they couldn't even survive in their surroundings? Nothing had even attacked them!

"That's why I put them in the front," he snarled, mostly to himself. They had been drafted onto his regiment for some reason unknown to him, yet they certainly fell short of the criteria he commanded his soldiers to follow.

After all, he was Rovnik, colonel of the first Uruk-Hai regiment of Isengard. He governed his legion with a first of steel and ironed them into soldiers that were fit to bring ruin to the kingdom of half-elven filth.

"We move east and hook around the ravine!" He roared, jerking on the reins of his warg and hauled on them until they were facing the proper direction. "Unless there are any else who desire to walk into their death and rid me of their incompetence!"

Amused chuckles chorused throughout the company before they shifted to the direction the colonel ordered.

It was precisely the direction a certain Wood-elf had hoped they would follow.

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Fissures clawed at the surface of the ground as Legolas drove his blade into the twelfth pressure point. The cracks, despite being deadly, were barely visible to the naked eye and certainly couldn't be spotted unless someone was looking for them.

The Wood-elf had taken a long time to scour the lands of Raudhparan for the perfect scene to prepare his trap. After a painful and tedious search, he had finally come across the perfect basin to use. Pressure points similar to those that he had used to create the ravine lined the entire perimeter of the basin, therefore creating the opportune set for his plan.

    The fractures that resided on the front and sides of the basin had already been struck by the prince, however. Upon consideration, he had realized that the most effective course of action would be to trigger the majority of the pressure points before the enemy regiment arrived. Then, as they unknowingly marched into the basin of their death, he would be able to sneak behind them and set off the final fractures.