Sarumania
13-06-2004, 01:54
Curunir moved his hand over the palantir at Orthanc, the black tower of Isengard. The Isen's strength had been rejuvenated. With the unchaining of the Lord Melkor, Saruman had returned into the world and reclaimed Isengard. Deep in the underground passageways that infested the land below, industry was started anew. Cautiously, slowly, the new Uruk-Hai were formed, their numbers added too, and their ferocity increased. Always keen to get an edge in battle, the new weapons of the Fourth Age were produced in those dark pits. Guns, planes, tanks, copied off of human models, were forged for the Istari's shadow armies. Curunir, "The Man of Skill", directed the Uruk-Hai in their labors.
Long, long had they labored. Saruman watched through his palantir as the dark armies of Melkor, the true Vala, vied for control with the Noldorin scum. Elven creatures were not a direct threat to Isengard as of yet, but Saruman's heart burned against that which had ruined the first Isengard.
Finally, he judged his military of great enough strength to crush the Fangorn once and for all. Ents and Treeish beings, barely able to hold their own against swords and arrows, would fall before tanks and missiles. Saruman watched and waited, and then the moment came...
"Khusru, I assume all is well?" Saruman turned to one of his higher officers. In preparation for his offensive he had trained and educated Wild Men, imbuing them with modern culture until they were unrecognizable from any suave gentlemen on all Arda. This one, a brown-skinned man, wearing a long saber, gently nodded his head.
"Correct, sir. The trees know nothing of what is about to assail them."
"Excellent..." Saruman pronounced it slowly and with a tone of finality.
"Let the legions of Isengard march themselves out and show themselves to their master."
"I will go at once, Lord Saruman."
The man left through one of the many doors where the palantir was located. Of course, he had covered it while the man had entered.
Khusru hurried down the winding stairs of Orthanc. Saruman had dropped hints that the compound would be expanded soon enough, after the Ents had been finished. Already artillery emplacements lined its unbreakable walls.
He descended into the much extended pits below Isengard. Black planes, tanks, and every implement of war were in these massive underground caverns.
He gathered all the other human captains of the various platoons, companies, regiments, divisions, corps, and armies of the massive army that Saruman commanded. He informed them of their instructions, but they didn't really need them. They had been trained for this moment for years.
They broke, some feeling as if they about to go play an American football game.
Each one went to his combat unit, and they led them out to their various points. It was an awesome sight from the top of Orthanc, where Saruman stood overseeing hundreds of thousands of orcs emerge from tunnels. He magnified his voice a thousandfold, and gave one of his numerous orations, which never ceased to inspire. Some said the true magic of Saruman was the inspiration of his Voice. The Uruks roared in admiration for Sharkey, and then, in orderly lines, moved into firing range of Fangorn.
First came Be-2 transport planes, but their cargo was far from peaceful. Based off of C-130 designes, the Be-2s dropped napalm in the first wave, and the forest was set alit. In the second wave they unleashed Agent Orange onto the forest.
Moans and cries of dying trees were heard.
Then it was the infantry's turn. Uruks manned artillery positions and saturated Fangorn with shells.
Khusru looked on with apparent neutrality as Uruks with flamethrowers advanced and showered the trees.
An Ent ran out and he was quickly destroyed by fire. Soon, Saruman ordered up his new creations, huge buzzsaws, which quickly went to work. Thousands of orcs were participating in the destruction of Fangorn. In the old days, Saruman attacked the trees for fuel to power the furnaces of Isengard, now he did it only for vengeance.
A group of four hundred orcs cut furthest into Fangorn, and they cleared a huge circle. Then they roared as they set up a huge flagpole. Fluttering on the flag was an imposing image of the White Hand of Curunir.
Long, long had they labored. Saruman watched through his palantir as the dark armies of Melkor, the true Vala, vied for control with the Noldorin scum. Elven creatures were not a direct threat to Isengard as of yet, but Saruman's heart burned against that which had ruined the first Isengard.
Finally, he judged his military of great enough strength to crush the Fangorn once and for all. Ents and Treeish beings, barely able to hold their own against swords and arrows, would fall before tanks and missiles. Saruman watched and waited, and then the moment came...
"Khusru, I assume all is well?" Saruman turned to one of his higher officers. In preparation for his offensive he had trained and educated Wild Men, imbuing them with modern culture until they were unrecognizable from any suave gentlemen on all Arda. This one, a brown-skinned man, wearing a long saber, gently nodded his head.
"Correct, sir. The trees know nothing of what is about to assail them."
"Excellent..." Saruman pronounced it slowly and with a tone of finality.
"Let the legions of Isengard march themselves out and show themselves to their master."
"I will go at once, Lord Saruman."
The man left through one of the many doors where the palantir was located. Of course, he had covered it while the man had entered.
Khusru hurried down the winding stairs of Orthanc. Saruman had dropped hints that the compound would be expanded soon enough, after the Ents had been finished. Already artillery emplacements lined its unbreakable walls.
He descended into the much extended pits below Isengard. Black planes, tanks, and every implement of war were in these massive underground caverns.
He gathered all the other human captains of the various platoons, companies, regiments, divisions, corps, and armies of the massive army that Saruman commanded. He informed them of their instructions, but they didn't really need them. They had been trained for this moment for years.
They broke, some feeling as if they about to go play an American football game.
Each one went to his combat unit, and they led them out to their various points. It was an awesome sight from the top of Orthanc, where Saruman stood overseeing hundreds of thousands of orcs emerge from tunnels. He magnified his voice a thousandfold, and gave one of his numerous orations, which never ceased to inspire. Some said the true magic of Saruman was the inspiration of his Voice. The Uruks roared in admiration for Sharkey, and then, in orderly lines, moved into firing range of Fangorn.
First came Be-2 transport planes, but their cargo was far from peaceful. Based off of C-130 designes, the Be-2s dropped napalm in the first wave, and the forest was set alit. In the second wave they unleashed Agent Orange onto the forest.
Moans and cries of dying trees were heard.
Then it was the infantry's turn. Uruks manned artillery positions and saturated Fangorn with shells.
Khusru looked on with apparent neutrality as Uruks with flamethrowers advanced and showered the trees.
An Ent ran out and he was quickly destroyed by fire. Soon, Saruman ordered up his new creations, huge buzzsaws, which quickly went to work. Thousands of orcs were participating in the destruction of Fangorn. In the old days, Saruman attacked the trees for fuel to power the furnaces of Isengard, now he did it only for vengeance.
A group of four hundred orcs cut furthest into Fangorn, and they cleared a huge circle. Then they roared as they set up a huge flagpole. Fluttering on the flag was an imposing image of the White Hand of Curunir.