IN MORDOR In Mordor surrounded by mountains, blackened like the foul air that hangs stolid and stifled here in this place of grim evil. The ring of power was made by the hand of Sauron, forged in ghash forged in hate, and to take the world into darkness. In his tower of Barad Durr, he awaits the time when the ring is bought unto him. So the tightening grip of power can be taken, to him and all his vengeance will be released upon the earth. Out of Mordor march armies of Orcs clad in armour, thousands march to retrieve the ring out of the blackness. They come vicious and bellicose, as he who waits in his lair to take form. An immense struggle for power on both sides, Mordor land of starkness treacherous and barren. A grim place emitting legions of evil forces that stretch far and wide, a dense pulse of utter bleakness lies imminent if the one endures.......