The year seven since my coming to Carn Dûm.
January the eleventh, Morning. Gundabad.
I write now from within the filthy halls of Gundabad - the black mountain. The goblins have provided us with their cleanest rooms, but it´s realy not to say much - since this entire place stinks of rotten flesh and goblin excrements. My bones are still shaking and all though I wasn´t harmed the thrill of battle has not yet left me. My scythe is coverd with Khazad-blood that I have not yet cleaned off and is leening against one of the walls. Perhaps now I should start telling of the events that took place. I had lingered in the west at the garrison of Orfehagh for a couple of months and I was relieved when one day a letter came. I were to be sent to the front in the northeast, where great battles were being fought daily against the dwarves who still lingered in their halls. I was given the command over a small unit of angmarim warriors. As battle-priest it was my duty to lead them into battle. We were sent to an orcish stronghold where the leader of the assoult dwelled. He was a mighty Olog-Hai named Asgosh. - Angmar sends me new recruits I see, he laughed when we entered his filthy hall. - We are no recruits, I answered. Morgang Ogedalûth am I. And I have been given the honour to battle side by side by these brave men. We have not come to kneel before your throne, o mighty troll, but to win honour in the field of battle! The big warlord looked at me with his pig-eyes in silence for a moment, but then nodded slowly. - And fight you shall, Shara.
The day of the assoult came at last. It was a cold morning and the sun had not yet risen in the east when we departed. The goal was to invade and capture the dwarven fortress of Gazatlug, or as the Edain called it; "Keep of the Dwarves". The garrison was weak, but dwarves are excelent warriors (Almost twice as capable in battle as a goblin) and I knew that they were going to hold the tower for long and make our casualties so great that we we were going to have to retreat. We had to be clever and strike both fast and hard. The horns sang and the orcs roared of Anger as they stormed forward against the walls. "Fools" i thought and advanced slowly with my men. I was wise to do so, for many of the brawlers were killed by dwarven arrows in the first attack. But nonetheless these scum hade played their part, for the dwarves - drunk of victory - opened the gate and ran forward yelling "Baruk - Khazad! Khazad Ai Menu!", and in their front line their leader faught. His name was Berugyn the tall, and this he was called because he was almost as well-grown as a human, and he wielded a great axe in battle. I saw my chance and grasped my battle-scythe. - Forward, I yelld and now it was our turn to push them back. The elite Angmarim warriors attacked the dwarven lines and a great skirmish took place. I was almost killed by the thrust of a spear - but one of the most fanatic warriors saved me by jumping in front of the lance. I managed to slay Berugyn and when he fell most of dwarves yielded. A little group kept on fighting however, and they retreated back behind their walls again. It was hopeless though - for the orcs rolled up a great ram and in just one hit the gate was smashed. I stood there alone, in the fire and the smoke and the screams. And all around me the final battle was faught. The keep fell to our might and I couldn´t help but to be astonished by the force of Angmar´s might. This had been my first battle, and I am sure I will see many more in the future. This however, was the final part of the war with the Khazad in the north. They surrendered their lands to the Iron Crown and some of them even swore it their allegience.
Earlier today one the other captains aproched me when I was eating, and we ended up talking for hours. His name was Falldraf and we shared many thaughts. I´m sure in the future we will become good friends.
