Part II
November 16, 3018
All Riders are extremely grumpy. Crossing snow-covered mountains with no cloaks and no horses will do that. Forgot how drafty Mountains can be. Angmar took the one surviving horse, and is supposedly headed home, though I'd consider a new career if I were him.
Decide to take shortcut through old Dwarf-camp. Mountain Orcs smart enough to let us through, after tossing a couple to the grabby monster in the lake. A couple of rooms smell like dead dwarf, but no time for fumigation. Get through without much trouble, though skinny bridge near the exit makes me nervous. Currently heading north to Dol Guldur. Boss is waiting for a report, and the delay will just make him crabby.
Mood: Freezing kiester off.
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December 4, 3018
Arrive at Dul Guldur, and find Boss even crankier than expected. Clearly, Angmar has made it home. Boss berates us for 2 hours and 45 minutes. Hate being berated more than being shushed. Ordered to get back to Mordor ASAP, as flying monsters are done hatching, and "we gonna quit screwing around." Definitely still in trouble, but punishment delayed for now.
Get fresh horses, and prepare to haul it back home. Threaten to punch Uvatha if he hums anything on the way.
Mood: Not Happy.
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December 25, 3018
Merry Christmas, Middle-Earth. No presents, unless you count the stuff from my horse. I hate working on Holidays.
Mood: Definitely Not Happy.
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December 30, 3018
Arrived back at Barad-Dur. Hard to tell, but Uvatha has black eye. I really hate The Village People.
New armor much more menacing. This is more like it. Checking out winged beasts. Ready to go out and spread some mayhem…and find out part of our punishment is staying close to home for now. In a nutshell, we're glorified Border Patrol. Starting to think Angmar didn't tell Boss the whole story about what happened at the river.
Mood: Annoyed, but not at all Surprised.
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January 1, 3019
Happy New Year, Middle-Earth. I hope you all have hangovers.
Mood: Not Happy.
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January 7, 3019
Finally, new orders. I'm being sent to Sarn Gebir to meet with an Orc. Apparently, the Midgets, Rangers, and Wizards have teamed up, and are doing something we probably won't like. Information sketchy at best…this is starting to feel familiar. At least I get to fly this time.
However, I'll spend at least the first day wondering who I've managed to irritate.
Mood: Busy.
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January 9, 3019
Dwar makes a quick fly-by over Eregion. Gets in major trouble from Boss, as he left "before Simon Said." Starting to wonder if this Ring thing has finally pushed the Boss over into strait-jacket territory.
Get to make fun of Dwar, so the trip isn't completely wasted.
Mood: Amused.
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January 14, 3019
Bored out of my MIND. Got orders, but not allowed to leave yet. This "Simon Says" game is getting old. Starting to re-read Galadriel's Secret catalogs for the product descriptions.
Angmar busy lining up his Mickey Mouse parade…oops, Huge Host for assault on Gondor. Wish he'd quit rubbing it in.
Mood: Irritated.
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January 26, 3019
"Simon" finally said. About freakin' time. Road trip to Sarn Gebir. Flying over Dead Marshes very relaxing. Meet up with Orc in Evening. Find out party of Men and Midgets came through Dwarf-camp a couple of weeks ago, led by Pyro-boy from the hill. Pyro-boy gets into it with a Balrog, and does a swan dive into a chasm. (What did I say about that skinny bridge, huh?)
Orcs lost a few people, and are taking it personally. Relay orders to keep all jewelry after killing Midgets, feed him a treat, scratch behind his ears, and send him on his way. Too bad about that litterbox thing…
Mood: Resigned.
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February 24, 3019
I don't know who's ticking me off more, Window-Dressers or Midgets. Flying over river, minding my own business, when winged beast shot out from under me. As I look up to see who I'm gonna get for this, I realize there are floating lumps in the river. Eyesight not great, but sense of smell off the charts: Smells like Midgets, Elves, Men and Hairy Midgets, probably in Elf Cloaks. I'd kill them now, but I don't have the time. Gotta haul it back to Mordor for a new ride. Figures, just when I get this one housebroken…
Item of interest: Interesting lump with eyes behind Boats. Reason to believe it's Icky Midget. Not sure what he's doing here, but willing to bet it's going to be unpleasant for somebody. Good.
Mood: Not Happy.