Croaker's Doom

Vakrath growls at Croaker. "You ready for big smashings and bashing?"

Grishnakh steps out of the darkness and glances at Croaker

Croaker salutes Grishnakh.

Grishnakh returns the salute crisply

Croaker says, "I'm always reaady to serve the Eye and His Riders!"

Grishnakh grins approvingly at Croaker

Croaker rubs his arm, which can be seen beneath the sleeve to seemingly

glow with a slight phosphorescence in small spots.

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Whats that on your arm?"

Vakrath snarls as he looks between Croaker and Gris, "This all that coming? You give out orders to all leaders to bring forces here? My boys should be along soon. but they walk slow." He chuckles grimly, "Especially after I lashed there legs good for bein' late last time."

Croaker looks at his arm with a slight shudder and fascination. "Happened at Minas Morgul, preparing for ceremonies to the Eye."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "I tell dem to gather boyz and come, but it takes time to gather and march."

Grishnakh nods, pretending he understands what happened.

Grishnakh sniffs the air

Vakrath bobs his head in similar fashion to Gris, scratching the chinks in his armor. "I hear that happens a lot at ceremeninonies."

Grishnakh smiles broadly at something he's thinking about

In Uruk, Croaker says, "I found this elf spear... you know where I can trade it for a scimitar?"

Grishnakh glances quickly at the spear, "No use for that now. Do you have any other weapons?

Kracke climbs up from the wastelands to the north.

Kracke has arrived.

Grishnakh glances at you.

In Uruk, Croaker says, "I have my bow, but nothing good for hand-to-hand. I need a scimitar, it's better for fighting."

Kracke lost and wandering, fears the wrath of the Uruk-hai.

Grishnakh glances at the wandering snaga

Vakrath eyes Kracke coming in again, and spits up a huge wad of blackened phlem towards him. "Garn! What you doing back again? Haven't you taken to your heels for Dol Guldor yet?"

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "HEY SNAGA!"

Kracke says, "Yes master."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "C'mere, boy. Lemme see what you got there.

Carrying a big load, are ya?"

Kracke says, ""Yes master, I got these when I found them in a ruin."

Kracke says, "I was lost."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Found them? In a ruin? Where?"

Kracke says, "I was lost master."

Vakrath growls, hissing "Paggh! Snagas are no good. No good I tell you."

Croaker looks the snaga over and growls menacingly. "Hey snaga, are you in the Ashkigajugo tribe?"

Kracke says, "A hefty ransom they will fetch."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Snagas are good slow roasted and honey basted."

Kracke says, "Yes, Croaker."

Kracke says, "I recently was recruited by Arahain."

Vakrath nods to Grishnakh, laughing with sinister tones. "Aye! They make as good eats as those dwarves in the mountains. Har!"

Croaker says, "Who gave you permission to call me that, Snaga?! You call me Shaman!"

Kracke says, "SHAMAN"<snarls>"

Grishnakh grins at the exchange

Croaker nods, "Better. I'm in Arahain's tribe too. Are you going to war with the rest of the tribe?"

Grishnakh suddenly remembers something

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Hey SNAGA! Did you deliver my message already?"

Kracke says, "Yes, I need someone to kill"<glances at the shaman."

Kracke says, "No master, I was lost in this twisted wilderness. I am strong but not real oriented."

Croaker chuckles.

Kracke says, "Perhaps I make a better killer than scout, master."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Perhaps you're just stupid."

Vakrath points a twisted finger at Croaker, then calls to Grish, "Garn! But if he's of Arahain's tribe perhaps he can deliver message to him." He chuckles in a low tone, "And shaman would better understand the results if he failed better then stupid snaga."

Kracke says, "Strong and srupid, yes master."

Croaker says, "If Arahain comes to war, I can deliver a message to him."

Kracke says, "If the Uruk is capable."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "He'll come. He'd better come. If I have to go find him myself he's not going to like what I'll do to him."

Croaker nods, not doubting it.

Kracke says, "Crush 'em. Arrgh, Arggh."

Croaker glances at Kracke with a grin. "All right, snaga, what was that message you were supposed to deliver, if I'm to deliver it for you?"

Grishnakh chuckles, recalling the message

Kracke says, "Arahain is to assemble the tribe south of the Moorain."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Morannon. Morannon. Assemble outside the Morannon."

Kracke hopes he remebered correctly, fearing the wrath of Grishnakh.

Croaker swats angrily at Kracke, bouncing his staff off the bigger uruk's armor. "Stupid snaga! You would have told Arahain wrong!"

Vakrath chuckles at the exchange, setting his hands on his hips as his body shakes with crude laughter.

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Tell him that I want your whole clan to get their stinking smelly Uruk arses down here and be ready to go to war."

Kracke swings his arms forward like swatting a fly. Grunting as the staff strikes.

Croaker nods. "Outside the Morannon, yes sir. Not too hard to remember."

Kracke grunts and is slightly winded.

Croaker glares at Kracke.

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "They'd better ALL be here by the time Bolvag gets here. We might just have to kill some stragglers."

Vakrath echoes Grishnakh's last words by clanging his shield and scimitar together, chanting "The Eye goes to war!"

Kracke says, "THE EYE GOES TO WAR!!!""

Croaker smiles fiercely.

Croaker says, "I have a question, Master."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Yes, shaman?"

Kracke bobs with excitement. Screams again, "The EYE goes to WAR!!!"

In Uruk, Croaker says, "Who are we warring against?"

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "We war to take horses as tribute from the straw men."

Vakrath nods, growling with the excitement. "Aye! Take horses from Straw Heads." He grins evily, "Eat all but the black."

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Vakrath, do you know of a good scout?"

In Uruk, Croaker says, "Ahhh, good! I saw one in the Arena, he fought well. It will be good to kill them."

Vakrath looks at Grishnakh and grunts. "I not know of any, perhaps I can do it myself. I was good scout before I came rank of sergeant. What you need?"

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "I need a good sneaky volunteer for a very special secret mission."

Grishnakh grins evilly

In Uruk, Croaker says, "Hmm? I can do it, after I give Arahain the message!"

Vakrath ponders this for a moment, then shrugs. "Vakrath can do that. Have to change armor though if me gonna go sneak aroundd like tree- monkey" He spits the last out with distaste.

Kracke says, "I am at your service master"

Kracke says, "He is small and scrawny"

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "This will be real dangerous to do if you don't know your way through the Nindalf."

Kracke Pushes the shaman.

Grishnakh shudders.

Vakrath wrinkles up his nose, and then growls. "Me find good scout for job."

Croaker steps back as he is pushed, then looks at Kracke with surprise and rage.

Croaker says, "STUPID SNAGA! LAY DOWN ON THE GROUND!"

Grishnakh glances at Kracke and Croaker, wondering if the Shaman will let the Snaga get away with that.

Kracke pulls out a axe but weilds it very awkwardly.

Vakrath blinks his eyes a few times at Krack, and shrugs. "You were right. He stupid snaga. Me go find a scout for you among those who are coming."

Kracke snarls and spits in the ground.

Croaker lifts his black gnarled staff and holds its obsidian tip high, revealing the pale phospohorescent spots beneath his sleeve... they seem to exude a cold death-light in the night air.

Murazor has arrived.

Grishnakh sniffs the air

Croaker says, "SNAGA! Put down that axe, or I will give your pathetic

excuse for a soul to the Eye myself!"

Vakrath salutes Grishnakh, knuckling his forehead with the effort. "I will return!"

Murazor descends from the skies and looks around.

Kracke shrieks and drops his axe, falling to his knees.

Grishnakh falls to his knees and bows his head before Murazor

Grishnakh quakes in fear

Croaker looks over from his tirade and goes pasty grey with terror.

Murazor hisses and looks around the skies waiting.

Kracke covers his head with his hands.

Vakrath stops as he's about to take a step towards the south; then pauses dead in his tracks. He falls on his face in a tremblign bow, not looking to where the scream came from.

Grishnakh is afraid to sneak a glance at the Uruks who were fighting

Croaker collapses to the ground before the Black Rider.

Akhorahil has arrived.

Murazor nods to his brother.

Vakrath slinks along the stones towards the southwest, hoping not to be noticed as he makes his way away from the area.

Akhorahil suddenly appears in the darkness

Vakrath goes southwest down the trodden highway.

Vakrath has left.

Grishnakh shivers in the cold, seeing the robes of two riders brushing the ground before him.

Murazor looks at the Uruk standing around and points at Croaker, "Brother. His heart beats loudly. I wish to see it."

Croaker buries his face in the dirt beneath the Dark Lords he worships.

Akhorahil steps closer to his brethen and hisses..'Whatsss going on here, brethen.. Croaker glances up in fear and confusion.

Murazor says something unintelligible.

Croaker looks at Kracke, hoping it is _his_ heart which the Dark One wants to see.

Grishnakh watches the Nazgul with fear and awe

Akhorahil says something unintelligible.

Akhorahil looks at small uruk before him (Croaker) and steps closer to him.

Murazor looks over the squads silently.

Croaker quakes in the dirt.

Akhorahil makes few steps toward small uruk who is on the ground, beating with his head into ground..

Akhorahil stands now right before small uruk

Akhorahil hisses...'Look at me, Uruk!!

Croaker howls, "Great Masters! Great Masters!"

Grishnakh quivers with uncontrollable emotion at the spectacle

Croaker glances up with awe and terror.

Akhorahil stands before the uruk legions, tall, proud, powerfull and full of hate and anger..

Kracke is trembling, and shaking with fear!

Akhorahil hisses again toward small uruk(Croaker)..'Raisse your head, look at me and ssatnd!!

Murazor turns to Grishnakh as the other wraith works, "You train well. You are to be commended for this uruk which will give its life and be reborn for the Eye."

Croaker Nods, bobbing his head against the ground, and rises shakily.

Akhorahil takes a look at uruks standoing near him and his jeweled eyes burns redly..

Croaker's sleeve falls to cover the strange death-light spots on his arm.

Grishnakh grins with pride and joy at the words, bowing his head deeply to Murazor

Murazor turns back to the scene, "Remove it quickly. It must still beat when I receive it."

Croaker's jaw drops and rises convulsively as he bows and salutes.

Akhorahil looks down at small uruk and suddenly raises his hand and hisses... 'I ordered you to ssstand!!

Grishnakh says, "I live to serve the, my Master."

Akhorahil quickly with his left hand wields a LONG and strange dagger

Croaker stands shaking. "Great Lord! Great Lord!"

Kracke still in a hovel.

Croaker's teeth chatter.

Akhorahil looks at small uruk before him and raises his dagger...'You sserved well to the Eye and you will be rewarded!!

Croaker gasps for breath.

Grishnakh whispers under his breath, "He's going to serve . . . the EYE!"

Akhorahil starts to laugh quietly and his jeweled eyes burn more intensely, while his lips starts to tell the words of an old spell

Croaker's eyes roll back in his head in horror and awe.

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "He's been chosen by the Eye! All praises and glory to Sauron!"

Akhorahil with his secodn empty hand UNCOVERS his robe which was covering his head and now you can see the shining crown atop his head..

Croaker gibbers quietly, an insane grin lighting his terrified goblin features.

Akhorahil continues to tell the words of a SPELL, raising his dagger slowly high and looking at the small uruk before him..

Akhorahil shouts...'Grushg narg hryzg!!

Grishnakh exults with adoration for the power and glory of Sauron

Akhorahil shouts again and his spell is nearly done..'Grunh dah !!

Akhorahil raises his dagger and his empty hand takes small orc before him....

Croaker begins to wail.

Croaker's gaze is transfixed by the dagger.

Akhorahil RAISES small uruk up, so he is now in the air, having his eyes immediately next to nazgul's

Croaker stares slack-jawed into the eyes of evil.

Akhorahil's hand with dagger starts to shake and the dagger begins to SHINE with strange light and nazgul lips shouts the last word..'GHAASSSSH!!

Akhorahil's armed hand swings down and hits the small uruk in the middle of his body.

Grishnakh gasps and gushes emotion as he gazes at this dark and evil scene.

Croaker gags and flops in a spasm in mid-air.

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Ahh, he's been chosen by the Eye!"

Kracke knows something incredibly evil and powerful is occuring, but is afraid to look.

Akhorahil raises up his dagger, on which is being stucked uruks body

Grishnakh nudges Kracke

Croaker writhes.

Akhorahil looks to the sky and lets loose a long and shrill scream.

A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.

Grishnakh +whispers, "... He's ... ... to serve ... ..." to Kracke.

Murazor looks to the sky and lets loose a long and shrill scream.

A shrill and high-pitched wail, full of despair and evil, echoes over the area.

Grishnakh winces and cowers at the unholy wailing

Akhorahil drops the still living uruk body on the ground and with strong hit TAKES AWAY still beating heart..

Kracke startled by the nudge sneaks a peak at Grishnakh

Murazor steps forward and opens his palm, seen only by the other wraith.

Grishnakh feels all alive and tingly inside with the raw power of evil here

Akhorahil raises his hand, in which he has STILL BEATING heart and shows it to uruk legions..'He served to the EYE!!!

In Uruk, Grishnakh says, "Look at the heart!"

Kracke looks at the heart and marvels. He has never seen such a spectacle!

Akhorahil shows the heart to uruks again and then steps quickly back to second nazgul

Grishnakh glances quickly at the quivering body of Croaker

Akhorahil bows little bit before second nazgul and shows him stil beating heart...'Here Lord...Take and BLESS this heart!

Croaker's small foot twitches.

Grishnakh touches a finger to the pool of blood next to him, and sneaks a taste

Akhorahil offers small beating heart to Murazor

Murazor takes the heart and begins murmuring a dark tongue under his breath.

His second hand moves over the heart, the robes moving gently with the actions. A flash of red from his eyes shows his intensity, yet as he mutters the spell, he eyes the other wraith, jealously guarding his knowledge. The heart begins to beat louder and louder until it ceases to beat. He hisses softly, "His soul is now mine and shall be reborn."

Croaker's foot stops twitching.

Kracke, wide-eyed, trembling, yearns for the taste of the blood from such a great Uruk.