The Reaper's Tale
Chapter 1: The Uruk'Hai
Overview
The Angmarim of Numenorian descent are above all the other races, as is well known. No other race is as capable as our own people, nor do they have our opportunity, or our will. Yet the Angmarim are not the kings of the land, nor the queens. It is only because they have become lax and afraid, crippling themselves with their own fear and lowering themselves to be content with only a frozen ash covered wasteland when they could rule all the surrounding world with ease... This belief, this TRUTH is what separates me from the rest of them. It's what makes me stronger. It is the reason that I will become more.
My name is Zimraphell Dyrgru. I was born in Carn Dum, the capital city of Angmar, my homeland. I think that many have grown too comfortable there. Even my own people, my kinsmen, my peers, my "leaders" have waned in their fervor, falling into the pattern of mediocrity and safety. So I decided at a very young age that I would not become weak the way they have. I endured the formal training of nobility until I was twelve years old, but when I reached that point, I relocated and began my real work, with the uruk'hai.
At age twelve, I was moved to an orc camp with only two others. They were burly men, meant to protect me from the savagery of the orcs, but I had come to embrace just that. They got in my way, so, I had them sent off after a small time. Was my company a little rough? Of course they were. But that's what they are for. they hurt me, and they abused me, and they treated me like they would a slave, because I was small, and I was weak, but I had come to grow strong. So I did. I grew, and I learned how to fight, and I had weapons crafted to suit my needs. Eventually, I didn't have to do what the little ones told me any more. They started to respect me.
Eventually, when I grew older, I was given more responsibilities. Of course, I hated them, but I did what was required. Small things at first, but they became more and more important. So long as I behaved. I was a loyal, faithful servant for a year, nearly, starting at tha age of seventeen. At eighteen, I had gathered my list of names. Names of those who were weak. Those who didn't belong in positions of power. The names of the people who had to be removed.
Each of these people had either threatened my power and position, proven themselves weak through failure, or was leading my people into more idle, peaceful, mediocrity. So I started from the bottom, and gave an anonymous warning to each to change. At first, no one took notice. It was only minor lords at this point, anyway. No one really important. The first was a man who threatened my position. He wanted my standing, and my authority. He received no warning, as I planned to make an example of him.
After that, I moved slowly onward for many months, executing nobility one by one at a regular schedule. A few heeded the warnings, after seeing what had happened to some of the others. They got on well enough after that, because I had nothing more to as of them. Asking for wealth or favors would only reveal who I was, after all.
This is when some of the Krajharn tribe started to not only respect me, but obey me. I had no formal leadership over them, but they were still mine. I had no titles, and no one backing the claim, but there were some among the tribe that would rather work under someone who had demonstrated real power. They called me 'Korran', or, 'Reaper'. I adopted the title, being the first I had earned, and was not born into.
