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***Mithadan*** · 01-09-2003, 04:55 PM

Many miles away, near the borders of the mighty forest, two lines of wolves ran silently along a ridge. There were twenty in all, nineteen of which bore riders; the dread Uruk-Hai. Swarthy they were, near man-tall and broad with mighty thews. They were armed with deadly weapons and their faces were grim and foul. Foul too was their odor and all animals fled before them lest they become overwhelmed by the stench.

The cavalry crested a hill and began to descend into a valley at the bottom of which lay a dark fortress of stone; Gol Dulldor. Coming into sight of their home, the Uruks broke out in song.

O we are the Uruks,
the mighty mighty Uruks,
and everywhere we go,
people want to know,
who we are,
where we come from.
Sound off!
1, 2.
Sound off!
3, 4.
Sound off!
1, 2, 3, 4!

Some of the Uruks, confused briefly by the higher mathematics, strayed from their paths and tumbled into a ditch beside the road. The troop halted and their Captain rolled his eyes as he rode back and waited until all returned to the road and were in order. As they resumed their course, he road to the fore of the columns upon his great wolf.

They slowed as they approached the great iron gate of the fastness and were challenged by a sentry. "Nurk golub gnash be-bop shu bam," cried the guard. The troop halted and the Captain rode forward slowly until his wolf stood panting before the sentry.

"Bugsquash," said the Captain in a growling tone. "Speak so that I can understand you! None of that chatspeak now!"

"Uh..." replied the sentry, quickly processing the Captain's request. "Password, Captain Gravlox, sir."

Gravlox spurred his wolf a step closer to Bugsquash. "If you know my name, why do you need a damn password?"

The guard looked down and drew upon the gound with a clawed toe. "Well, all the books say we're supposed to have a password, sir."

Gravlox sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Very well," he snarled. He cleared his throat and spoke the secret words. "The sixth shiek's sixth sheep's sick," he barked, spraying the guard with spit.

Wiping his face with a grimy arm, Bugsquash stepped aside. "You may pass," he intoned.

"Damn Sword and Sorcery books," growled the Captain as he led his men into the fortress. It had been a long time, but they were home...and Gravlox looked very unhappy.

01-09-2003, 04:55 PM	#4
*Mithadan* Spirit of Mist Join Date: Jul 2000 Location: Tol Eressea Posts: 3,313	Many miles away, near the borders of the mighty forest, two lines of wolves ran silently along a ridge. There were twenty in all, nineteen of which bore riders; the dread Uruk-Hai. Swarthy they were, near man-tall and broad with mighty thews. They were armed with deadly weapons and their faces were grim and foul. Foul too was their odor and all animals fled before them lest they become overwhelmed by the stench. The cavalry crested a hill and began to descend into a valley at the bottom of which lay a dark fortress of stone; Gol Dulldor. Coming into sight of their home, the Uruks broke out in song. O we are the Uruks, the mighty mighty Uruks, and everywhere we go, people want to know, who we are, where we come from. Sound off! 1, 2. Sound off! 3, 4. Sound off! 1, 2, 3, 4! Some of the Uruks, confused briefly by the higher mathematics, strayed from their paths and tumbled into a ditch beside the road. The troop halted and their Captain rolled his eyes as he rode back and waited until all returned to the road and were in order. As they resumed their course, he road to the fore of the columns upon his great wolf. They slowed as they approached the great iron gate of the fastness and were challenged by a sentry. "Nurk golub gnash be-bop shu bam," cried the guard. The troop halted and the Captain rode forward slowly until his wolf stood panting before the sentry. "Bugsquash," said the Captain in a growling tone. "Speak so that I can understand you! None of that chatspeak now!" "Uh..." replied the sentry, quickly processing the Captain's request. "Password, Captain Gravlox, sir." Gravlox spurred his wolf a step closer to Bugsquash. "If you know my name, why do you need a damn password?" The guard looked down and drew upon the gound with a clawed toe. "Well, all the books say we're supposed to have a password, sir." Gravlox sighed and rolled his eyes again. "Very well," he snarled. He cleared his throat and spoke the secret words. "The sixth shiek's sixth sheep's sick," he barked, spraying the guard with spit. Wiping his face with a grimy arm, Bugsquash stepped aside. "You may pass," he intoned. "Damn Sword and Sorcery books," growled the Captain as he led his men into the fortress. It had been a long time, but they were home...and Gravlox looked very unhappy. __________________ Beleriand, Beleriand, the borders of the Elven-land.