"They are found?" a man asked who had perfect speech which was rather rare for the people of Lhan Rhos or anywhere in Dunbog…
"Aye, Master Freikron. They're in Lhan Rhos, sir."
Freikron smiled, "The two lads… Send our best men into the town, look for the twins… Bring them to me alive! We shall take revenge on their father – Hamkrich…"
The servant asked, "Sir? What use would revenge be on his sons? Hamkrich doesn't even love them!"
Freikron snarled, "You'll see… Now get to it. Now!"
The servant ran off leaving Freikron to himself. Freikron laughed, "Oh yes… Sweet revenge… You better watch out Hamkrich…"
The sky was murky green, covered in dark, ashen clouds. The ground was pitch black, evil stirred around the air. The castle stood in front of me yet… My head was spinning; everything seems to come closer to me. Next thing I know, I was in the castle! Roars and growls all around me, orcs, trolls, evil men were all booing me for what reason, I do not know. Then a man of evil, robed in black – it was clear that he was a power of evil… Just by looking at him, I can feel it… Terror and fear…
The robed figure grabbed me by the neck and dragged him across the stone floor, the stone floor scratched against my skin, making it bleed and making cuts. When it seemed like forever, we arrived… The robed figure threw me onto the floor and then left. "Brookin… You dare come to my castle of Carn Dύm…" I looked up and saw him at once, a shadow robed in red but had armour on as well, I looked through his face, he had none… It just an empty space – how is this possible?
I stammer frightened, "Iiii- I was… Wwwww-wwwwhhhhoooo?"
"I am the Great Mordrith, the Steward of Angmar… I know why you've come…"
Was that true? Because I don't even know why I was here in the first place… All I could say was, "Www-wwwhhyy?"
Mordrith laughed and crackled, I think he would have smiled if he had a face, he said, "To do what you were born to… To claim your destiny…"
"Wwww-wwhhhat dddddd-destinnnnyy?"
Mordrith laughed once again, "Become my servant… You could command our army… No more of the life of poverty… No more sorrow and grief for you…"
I just cried out simply braver this time, "No! I aint workin' for a bastard like yers…"
Mordrith just stepped forward to me; he took out his blade and muttered, "Farewell – accept your destiny, your doom…"
He then struck his blade into my chest – into my heart… I collapsed to the ground, one hand clutching my chest, pain struck evilly… Losing… Breathe… Struck… With poi-poison… Life… fades… Death… Darkness… Then I close my eyes – I can't… take any more pain… Laughter… All around me… Then I… Succumb to… world… of darkness…