Malkogkala

Somewhere in the depths of the Blue Mountains, there is a once quiet, and unfrequented, cave system. From the outside, it still appears uninhabited, except by a bear and a colony of bats, but any visitor unlucky enough to find this isolated place and foolish enough to venture deep inside, would be met with death. For there in the shadows lurk hidden guards, dark-clad men and women whose job is to execute trespassers in utter silence.

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

 

Let your wings be their terror.

Let your claws be their bane.

Let them look into the mirror

to see their heads cloven in twain.

 

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

 

Let death stalk their ruins.

Let threats disturb their peace.

Let winged birds come to claim

their due from life's own lease.

 

Feed, my children,

feed on the flesh of elf and dwarf.

The White Witch of Angmar is here.

 

Something stirs beneath the trees,

something large, something angry,

something with sharp fangs sees

that it can now feast on the weak.

 

The White Witch of Angmar is here.

 

Beating wings beneath the sky

are heralds of fast approaching doom.

mighty birds now cause to die

their prey, man, elf, and dwarf alike.

 

The White Witch of Angmar is here.

 

Fish in their ponds turn belly up

Braziers flared in the darkness, shedding small circles of flickering light, creating a pattern of red firelight and black shadows across the floor of the anteroom. Something stirred in the darkness, impatient for the meeting to come. Footsteps echoed loudly in the stone corridor outside, and the door opened quietly. A shadow slipped into the room, quickly closing the door behind it and dropping the bar across it. Then, the new arrival stepped forward into the light of the braziers. "I am here, my lord," said the crimson-clad Sorceress and Beast-Mistress.