The Gravewalker-Shadow of Mordor

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Tark. Man-filth. Ranger.

These were all names used for one Man. A ranger from the black gate. One who despite being killed by the dark lord's most powerful followers still walked the very lands of Mordor.

There was one name that rung however, louder than others. One that would bring fear to the creatures of darkness and a burning hope to the people of light that still tread the lands of Mordor. From the Outcasts of Uden to the people of Nurn.

Grave-Walker....

A being rumoured to not only be banished from death itself, forever to roam the lands of Mordor, but to have powers so ghastly and unnatural it's hard to tell him from the Dark Lord himself.

Through lines of uruk armies, his sword drew the blacken blood of its orc victims as their heads would fly sending fear deep into the souls of their comrades. Not even the strongest and craftiest of captains stood long against him. From the shadows with a silver light to catch victims unaware or from afar with a bow with such deadliness it could have come from an Elf.

As the grave-walker walked the lands his defiance blazed with a blinding light, mocking the Dark Lord's shadow as those who were not killed by him were instead found to fight for him. Brothers-in-arms would stab their own in the back and even make their way to the warchiefs.

None could stand against the Grave-walker. Not even the Hand of Sauron, a human wielding the very mace he found after the battle centuries ago damning him to work for the shadows. He too was cut down like wheat with a scythe. The Hand's blood would spill under the destroyed statue of the Dark Lord erected as a monument for all to see and fear as The Dark Lord showed his domination over the Kings of Men.

It wouldn't be long before more legends of the Ranger arose. The Human filth having the ability to tame the beasts of Mordor. Even the might Graug and the ferocious Caragors, riding them like a knight of Gondor would on a horse.

It wouldn't be long before Human stood before the Tower himself.....And it wasn't long before the Tower laid on the ground dead with his blood dripping through the armor that was trapped the large monster of a being.

Of course those who knew the truth of the Ranger knew how it was possible. For it was through a Wraith that this Human walks the lands of the living. A wraith that was a legend even as his time had long passed.

Celebrimbor. The maker of the One Ring.

It is through this elf wraith he had these unnatural powers. The ability to suddenly move across the land slaying orcs without even taking a step. The ability to rain arrows on his enemies. The ability to control his victims.

As Mount Doom ereupted, spewing fire and ash into the air, drowning the skies in blackened clouds and choking the air with ash did the puppet of the Dark Lord show himself, The Black Hand.

He stood upon the Black Gate with an army of uruks of his own, ready to fight the Grave-walker and his Wraith companion. As the two armies clashed blades and shot arrows the Human razed the Black Gate. Repeating the same events that resulted in the death of his family. This time however, it would be the blood of the final pillar of darkness to fall.

None were there to see what happened. But survivors of the clash between the two Orc armies coming together told stories of what they saw above them on the ramparts of the Gate. A flaming eye the blazed in the air as they all felt a being of Darkness. One that had waited to return for centuries, Sauron....

But even with his return he quickly retreated to his tower of darkness in Barad-dur. And there stood the Human gazing in the direction that the Dark Lord escaped to. Soon war will come. One that would shake the very foundations of Middle Earth for all races, even beyond the lands of Mordor.

Come forth in this war will be one army that none would quite expect. Not of Human nor Elf. Instead one from Darkness. Orcs, Trolls, races of Darkness that will not bow to the Dark Lord and his shadow.

From their chants of war will ring the name of a being that once fought against the Dark Lord. A being who has returned to bring his burning vengeance to bear in this war.

The Bright Lord....

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 20, 2017 ⏰

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