Clad in red robes with twin blades at his sides, Kalsak of Angmar had marched with his kinsmen through Evendim until they had reached Annuminas. For a lowly soldier as him, he was not told of the true agenda to why they were there in the first place. For his task, he would only need to worry about cutting down the Rangers that were there. This was the world that he was born into, this was the life that was given much to his dislike towards the thought.
"I hope that you all understand the situation before us because I am not going to tell you again." His commanding officer had said to the new recruits.
Another reminder of the the tasks. Not wanting to hear it again, Kalsak took a look around his surroundings. The city itself was beautiful, causing his stomach to feel as if it was flipped upside down. This was the battlefield that he would stay and take part in. Unlike the cheering of his kinsmen, he was not going to look forward to spending time.
