Originally Posted by
Maestro1
Hi all. A quick update:
Cshewey has got himself a bro in his work when it comes down to writing and unit rosters. Especially on the latter, there's plenty of work, even for two of us, as every unit needs a description as well, and a proper one. So Cshewey accepted my help, which I am very glad of he did, and started to work on this stuff alongside music I was already composing for a few months. Here's a description I made. I am very proud of the result, and so are the other guys from the team I spoke with. It is a discription of my good friends living in Gundabad.
'Far in the north, over passes high, through barren wastelands, dungeons deep and tunnels long, there lies our mountain. Gundabad, OUR mountain. This place is old. Ever was there a sleepless malice, a shadow in the dark that did not rest. Always has there been movement: things did not cease to creep there in darkness, left alone, unchecked. Schemes, under the rooftops of the mountain, hidden from sight, down deep in a labyrinth of tunnels. And never ceased this place to be one of fear, of torment and death. The spirit of old Angmar lingers here, and cannot be driven out. The lands here, are haunted, and they will ever be. Full of darkness and hatred, far older than anywhere in this world, even older than in the land of the Great Eye. No, we are the oldest, the greatest and bloodiest of them all. No one has command of this mountain, no one! We control it! But still, in silence. In the dark, we wait for out time to come again.
Not always, have we remained silent and obscure. Not always, have we held back ourselves under the ceiling of this mountain where no one could find us nor end us. Oh yes, we recall the capture of this place from the stinking dwarves! We recall the great realm of ancient Angmar, we recall the conquest over the accursed Dúnedain from the west, the onslaught within their cities, the looting of their homes, when we slaughtered their people, scoured their fertile lands and burned every village: oh yes, we recall! What great days it were, when we would torture their captivates: we have not had greater amusement ever since, nor fresher meat than in those days. Men flesh is far better than a snaga for supper!
But those days were ended. Elves and men came, curse them! Their ranks were filled anew, and we were scattered and defeated. Dwarves showed up again too, with their beards, messing up our plans and wipe out almost all of us and the mountain folk, our kin. We were driven back into our deep tunnels, and there, we waited. We dwelled there, we lingered in the shadow. We did not enter open war, but stalked farms and settlements, and all who would pass here, would never see the light again. That is our way: dark, yet ruthless.
But now, the eye has returned. We felt it: it awoke the fire in us again, it filled us with hate anew. In the dark, we have grown great again, we multiplied, we mustered, we set our forges back into work to make iron into weapon. And soon, our swords will once again slice a thousand necks. Men, elves, dwarves, this will be your tomb! You’ll see: this hour, once again, black legions of orc, troll and every foul beast of evil from the deeps of this earth, will be unchained! Our chiefs will take up the whip again and drive forth the great machine of war, the hammer of the troll, the fist of the orc! Our evil arm will stretch from the north, and spread the darkness over the lands once again. All will fall before us! None will oppose us! Enemies of the One, we’ll slaughter you, pile up your corpses, throw them from the cliffs! We will enslave you for our amusement, and there will be nothing you can do!
All will die! All hope shall fade! Resistance will be in vain! By our hand, it will be done: march, you maggots!'
Very nice, I'm glad that Cshewey has finally got some capable help with the time and resources needed for such a project!