I must apologize in advance. I must confess my sins; I, pholkhero of philadelphia, have not read any LotR books save The Hobbit (so, technically, Ive read none). Therefore, I fear my report will be severely lacking to the standards so far displayed by my predecessors.
In that vein, here is my offering . . .
The Dog-faced Queen offends us:
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The young warrior steadied his steed. The mount shuffled its feet, but otherwise remained motionless, which was the best he could expect.
Battle was approaching. His and his animals first. Even he could tell the air had a certain . . . something to it. Tension, fear, battlelust, piss even.
The general came down the line, flanked by his riding archers, his own invention. At this signal, the attack was to begin. He quickened his pace, and, as he neared the end of the battle line, veered east toward the enemys town.
He and his mounted archers bore down on the enemy, firing arrow after arrow into their midst, causing panic amongst the ranks and civilians. And just as quickly, they were back, [Horse Archer withdraws!] riding for the unit next to the young warrior. The general himself fired an arrow over their heads, and they screamed for all they were worth.
They were First Chosen, and most would soon meet their deaths:
Next, as he watched the First Chosen advance into the enemys waiting defenses, it was the young warriors turn.
His, and the 3rd unit charged hard on the heels of the First Chosen, hoping to take advantage of their sacrifices.
The city was ours, and we burnt it to the ground!!
Meanwhile, the great general dispatched a second army to take the Ogre Queens other small town.
It was no contest, as they were caught quite unawares:
The army spent small time encamped, some wounded units returning home to heal, and some fresh unit advancing to London, to pillage the lands surrounding it. It was a short time until the army was newly assembled, and again the general taught his men of courage!
This time, the men could not be contained. The followed close behind their general, and the battle was begun!
A couple withdrew:
A couple, the young warrior himself, died:
But most killed!
And the army camped, that night, in London!
The generals great army is now dispersing. Some are staying in London, while others are patrolling the wilderness, to keep the local tribes in check. Still others are on their way to explore the southlands, to see what other civilizations, if any, lie near.
The general himself is now at Helms Deep:
Some say he talks of instructing the youth there in the ways of soldiering, but who knows?
Here is a map of the generals new conquests.