Diary Entry 4-It was horrible! The cowards rained death from unseen locations and we could do little but hide and run in any direction! I must calm myself and write correctly! We marched through wooded terrain just like any other day, but the woods were silent and some of the men were uneasy. The four Mumakil in our Legion made me feel invincible though, what could possibly kill those beasts! But I was wrong. It started with what sounded like a whisper. And thats when the shouting started. I looked around and saw what looked like darts flying through the air, the man in front of me was suddenly knocked sideways into another men whose blood was already fountaining from his neck. I felt something strike me and I collapsed under a corpse of I fallen man, one that had fallen from a Mumakil. The Mumakil! I pushed the corpse aside with my newly found strength and stood, facing the beast, who was running wildly towards me. It trampled all men in its way, and it was coming towards me. I ran towards a thicket of trees where some our men were hiding, most of them were terror stricken but some were trying to retain order. An arrow plunged through the leaves and thudded into our Captain, a scarred old veteran who gasped something and then fell backwards out of sight.
Soon another high ranking men gathered us and ordered us towards some unknown location. I just wanted to escape! But I followed him and he led us to safety. We soon found another travelling Haradrim Legion and warned them of the raining death. A day later we came to the site of the battle and to my horror. Among the mounds of corpses...was my brother!
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Diary Entry 5- The grief has passed but my wrath is so hot that I wouldn't turn down the opportunity to fight alone against one thousand Gondorian Soldiers for what they have down to me. But a soldier must stay focused and calm. I no longer believe that battle is a glorious thing that will make me a high lord, but I still seek it out for vengeance.
We have come to a river where we met an Orc Captain. I could not believe how hideous they were but they still awed me. He told us to continue north along the river until we reached a city, a ruined one by all accounts and we were then meant to report to a Great Lord of Sauron there. He would give us our next command which would hopefully, not involve running into ambushes, I hoped it was battle but not the sort where we couldn't directly engage the enemy. But now the horn sounds again and I must prepare for march, today I expect to fight.
Diary Entry 6- We had finally come to the city. Its massive stone houses were rubble and its mighty pillars were crumbling into stone. But it was amazing architecture, greater than that of our own land's. Maybe we could capture a Gondorian Stonemason, to make our Houses look as great as their's, even greater. Thousands of Orcs were milling about on unknown tasks and the occasional troll lumbered through the wide terraces. Our new Legion had been seperated from the Mumakil who were too large for the city, they would cross the river by other means but we were to cross the river in a direct assault into the other half of the city. Now my fellow people were casually lazing about against the walls, polishing armour, sleeping or sharpening swords. I had been given a knife and a crossbow to go with my scimitar, I was hoping to use all three, killing one by the knife, blade and bolt. My other brother and my father had arrived with another Legion, they were grieved to hear of Teluknar's demise but they held their grief within, churning into rage. Rage that would be put to use soon...
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Diary Entry 7- Glorious battle at last! We are victorious and I have finally claimed vengeance for my brother! The Gondorians seemed to melt away in fear and terror as the wrath of our people landed on the far shore. I vividly remember sitting on the canoe, my scimitar in my trembling hands when raining death killed some of the soldiers on our boat. Then a fire arose and our boat was kindled in flame, I and many of our fellow soldiers leapt into the water, finding it shallow and cold. I waded through the water, raining death striking down many around me. Dark shadows awaited me on the far shore and I started to run, so did the others around me. Shouts and crys filled the air as Orcs and fellow Haradrim landed on the other side of the city called Osgilliath. I took my first steps on land, only to be met by a angry Gondorian Soldier. Though I am ashamed to admit it, I was terrified as he struck at me with his long sword. I barely parried and could feel myself lose me footing, and then I plunged back into the wet, water splashing up into my face and clouding my vision. I thought I would be struck down then but a fell fire awakened in me and I leapt to my feet and thrust my scimitar at him in blind anger. The curved blade hooked through his armour and he cried out as I yanked it free, showering blood all over me.
Then the battle became a blur. I killed my first Gondorian and life suddenly seemed renewed within me. I could only remember rushing through the grey streets and hacking down Gondorians wherever they stood, Orcs and Haradrim ran with me and the Gondorians fled before all of us. Victory was ours! It feels so great to finally avenge my fallen brother! But...this death, fills me with an unknown emotion I cannot name. It makes me feel regret over what I'm doing... but I just do not know...forgive me...
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