Journal entry #636 The Summons
I have received a letter from the Mouth. He wishes to meet in Mordor for reasons unbeknownst to me. It got me concerned; things have not been going as planned. Morsarch is showing incompetence and I do not know how much longer I can place my trust in him. I haven't heard from the sorcerer in weeks. The Angmarim troop I led were forced back to the North by a group of Rangers and our grip on Fornost was weakening each day. I had no choice, but to disband our mission. If this will impact my position, there is only person I can blame.
Journal entry #639 His Downfall
I had hoped for better news, alas things were more dire than I could have imagined. His followers refused to speak about his fate. Eventually I found him not in the tower but crawling on the floor alongst the outside walls of Dol Guldur. His clothes were ragged and filthy and his body was frail. This was some punishment by a master of Dol Guldur. Failure is treachery and he failed time and time again. He deserved it. He was not the man I had known from my past. His spirit had begun to decay a long time ago and perhaps I did feel sorrow, after all I did consider him a friend - but it was too late now. I wished that his end could have been different. I left him there, I served him well, he will forgive me.
Journal entry #641 Relieved
I feared to endure the same punishment Morsarch had undergone, except this meeting was not about his endeavours in Eriador and I still walk the earth. He spoke of the Cause and the continuation of our efforts in the West, despite the setbacks. Sauron permitted a batallion of Umbarrim to be headed East, ordered by some Angmarim witch. He has relieved me of my duties until further notice. I do not know how to receive this. It is strange this information was made known to me in person. The Gúrzyul do not tend to these affairs and Dûlgabeth's too conceited to even care about such a trivial matter. This meeting was highly unusual and has left me pondering.
Journal entry #642 The Chest
This morning I awoke in my quarters with a mysterious chest left at my door. It is well locked and I have not found a way to open it. The box bears a signature of Nurn and is too heavy to lift. I have decided to leave it for now.
