Arda, Mount Gundabad
Just by the borders of the Misty Mountains, laid Mount Gundabad, a location favored by orcs. There Azog, accompanied by his son Bolg, gathered their army. In the caverns near the base of the mountain, stood a great number of hardened orc soldiers. Many torches flickered in the darkness. Remains of their past hunts could also be found. The floor was littered with bones and the air had a foul stench.
"How many have gathered so far ?" Azog asked as he looked at the various orcs around him.
"We have about 5000 so far, father !" Bolg replied as he was inspecting the armor and weapons of his forces.
"We'll need more, much, much more ! We must align the forces of Gundabad and Dol Guldur before we are to take this new enemy. No less than 25 000 must be gathered !" Azog growled back.
"We need more time to allow others to join us. Trolls and many more orcs will join our cause." Bolg added.
"You have two weeks. Then you must make your way to Dol Guldur. A powerful sorcerer will then transport us to a new world. That she-creature will feel every inch of my blade as I sever her head from her body." Azog said with an evil grin while admiring the new blade implanted through his arm stump.
With that, Azog sped off back to Dol Guldur on his white warg.
