We have arrived Angmar. The earth is filled with stench of death. The rain is
like a curse from the Valar themselves. I cannot even breathe those wretched,
thick air. The land of Witch-King is not for a simple man to live. But for me,
I have a strange feeling, that I don’t belong here.
Strange, though, last time I was here, I thought that thrill of battle, is
somehow my only thing to live. Since my sister, Kayria, left me here, without
saying anything, after all those years of searching for me…
With barbarian tribes joining us too, we have a greater chance for victory. I
wish the Witch-King is not here.
Or else, we all doomed to defeat.
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