[X] Plan: Become the Cat Dragon of Mordor
-[x] stay in mordor but don't get involved if you have to with Talion
--[x] to do this stay out of fucking range of his wraith shittery and breath as much fire as needed, in fact ALL the fucking fire...along with a ton of grog on his position.
-[x] become a "Cat" or "Cat-like", in the terms of slowly manipulating your "Master" into loving you like one, all the while tormenting the orcs until some notables can survive being around you.
-[x] send the notables out if they live long enough to cause trouble for Talion.
-[x] Proceed with another plan to troll the ring-wraiths as well as mordor.
-[x] Profit as you steal ALL THE SHINIES! (also train as much as you can, all the while stay fucking clean...after all if you remember correctly sauron did love industry...see if you can learn to talk to something
-[x] also play with magic, see if you can learn how to passively reinforce your scales so you don't end up losing one like that one scrub Smaug.
 
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[X] Plan: Become the Cat Dragon of Mordor
-[x] stay in mordor but don't get involved if you have to with Talion
--[x] to do this stay out of fucking range of his wraith shittery and breath as much fire as needed, in fact ALL the fucking fire...along with a ton of grog on his position.
-[x] become a "Cat" or "Cat-like", in the terms of slowly manipulating your "Master" into loving you like one, all the while tormenting the orcs until some notables can survive being around you.
-[x] send the notables out if they live long enough to cause trouble for Talion.
-[x] Proceed with another plan to troll the ring-wraiths as well as mordor.
-[x] Profit as you steal ALL THE SHINIES! (also train as much as you can, all the while stay fucking clean...after all if you remember correctly sauron did love industry...see if you can learn to talk to something
-[x] also play with magic, see if you can learn how to passively reinforce your scales so you don't end up losing one like that one scrub Smaug.

This will be something else if it go's through
 
Omake (Mabye canon)
How To Train Your Dragon
(Mordor Edition)
Orc number 73652 was one of the few orcs allowed in the middle parts of the dark tower, heck only uruks were generally allowed here...then again being caught cleaning his stuff was probably why he was "promoted" on the spot to "Janitor" position. He wasn't sure what a "Janitor" was but it came about one day and the damn tower just wasn't the same anymore...

No more blood splatters, no more messy grog spills, no more manure piles, no more throwing prisoners off the damn ledges...it was frustrating for the orc's! (not him at least, he at least liked looking into his reflection in his arms and armor!) Then he heard a small noise, when he turned he froze like a helpless deer in the face of a starving Catagor pack.

The Dark Lords Personal Pet Dragon was sitting on a alcove...with one of their most prized vases in one of its bloody paws! Slowly and carefully the orc had to make a very difficult decision...confronting the little beast (then again the number of "Janitors" that this job went through in a week alone pointed that it was a very bad fucking idea to do so, the other orcs that survived this position merely laughed at him when he was "promoted"), or he turned around and ran like a bat out of a Graug cave.

...

There wasn't much of a choice was there? Alright...lets do this...

"Alright you little shit" the orc growled as he slowly and carefully approached while drawing one of his shivs and keeping the mop he had been using to clean the floors aimed at the beasty.

"Put down the damn bloody vase...slowly..." the orc hissed as the dragon seemed to contemplate it, before tipping the vase over more until it was JUUUUSTTT falling...with only a claw holding it from completely falling off the edge.

The Orcs heart had felt like it jumped up his throat, his rage slowly bleeding in as he tried to desperately think of a way around the whole thing.

"alright you beasty...how about err-a deal! Right a deal, you put the vase back where you found it...and then we go get some nice meaty treats, alright?" the orc did not beg...some bits of trying to bribe the beasty (he had heard rumors about those that begged) but the orc wasn't really looking forward to when it was meal-ti-

the dragon tilted his head and with a wide grin on his toothy mouth it spat fire into his EYES!!

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" the orc roared as he swatted uselessly against the fire and then he heard it damn thing shriek and the vase crash on the ground! with a dozen black speech curses in his mouth he twirled around trying to find the damn thing, maybe if he caught the little shit he could finally point to what it was doing! Maybe even fucking retire from this damn position!

Then he heard a low dark and menacing chuckle...a VERY BAD chuckle if you were a orc...turning slowly the orc almost pissed himself when he saw the dark lord slowly petting the little shit(!) while treating it like a damn cat! (he knew what they looked like, ate one too...it was pretty bad.) Then the dark lord slowly turned to the vase, and then the orc...

All the while the little shit was grinning at him! (The fucker was MOCKING HIM!) then he really almost shat himself when the dark-lord spoke...

"That had been my favorite vase from 2348 years ago...now how shall I deal with one belegreint orc who couldn't BOTHER to look where he was cleaning and tried to hurt me poor little Eskilinth when he was obviously examining such a treasure?" the menacing tone which this was delivered with made him whimper softly as the dark lord gestured to its now visible ring-wraith servants.

"Take him away." was all the dark lord said as the orc screamed for mercy as he was dragged to the torture chambers below...and with a gesture the dark lord spoke a twisted spell to return the vase back to its position.

"You know Eskilinth, if I didn't know better I would say that the recent "evictions" of my orcs would be your doing...if not for the fact that I have been trying to finally get the right combination of orc to man to create the perfect hybrid for my research and armies...just cant trust the average orc with things can you?" the Dark Lord (lady) sighed as she petted the dragons scale in JUST the right position to get Eskilinth to purr just like how she wanted...of course she would never say that the her little one was easily helping with her stress levels.

After all a good fashion mental-torture sounded wonderful...and shelob needed feeding at cirith ungol before she decided to come on by again...

The last time she was here was bad enough! Sauron could not survive all the messy webs everywhere while that free-loader ate all her larders of her favorite meals! not to mention all the livestock as well! Damn freeloader...at least now she is serving a purpose in cirith ungol as its unofficial watcher...as long as the crazy spider-woman-thing didn't try to mess with her plans she was fine sending orcs and the occasional dark numenorian up there if they got uppity!

All the while the now named Eskilinth continued to plot and crackle in his head, now however he would need to troll another peon...

Plans within plans, all for the sake of insuring boredom doesn't become a thing!
 
How To Train Your Dragon
(Mordor Edition)
Orc number 73652 was one of the few orcs allowed in the middle parts of the dark tower, heck only uruks were generally allowed here...then again being caught cleaning his stuff was probably why he was "promoted" on the spot to "Janitor" position. He wasn't sure what a "Janitor" was but it came about one day and the damn tower just wasn't the same anymore...

No more blood splatters, no more messy grog spills, no more manure piles, no more throwing prisoners off the damn ledges...it was frustrating for the orc's! (not him at least, he at least liked looking into his reflection in his arms and armor!) Then he heard a small noise, when he turned he froze like a helpless deer in the face of a starving Catagor pack.

The Dark Lords Personal Pet Dragon was sitting on a alcove...with one of their most prized vases in one of its bloody paws! Slowly and carefully the orc had to make a very difficult decision...confronting the little beast (then again the number of "Janitors" that this job went through in a week alone pointed that it was a very bad fucking idea to do so, the other orcs that survived this position merely laughed at him when he was "promoted"), or he turned around and ran like a bat out of a Graug cave.

...

There wasn't much of a choice was there? Alright...lets do this...

"Alright you little shit" the orc growled as he slowly and carefully approached while drawing one of his shivs and keeping the mop he had been using to clean the floors aimed at the beasty.

"Put down the damn bloody vase...slowly..." the orc hissed as the dragon seemed to contemplate it, before tipping the vase over more until it was JUUUUSTTT falling...with only a claw holding it from completely falling off the edge.

The Orcs heart had felt like it jumped up his throat, his rage slowly bleeding in as he tried to desperately think of a way around the whole thing.

"alright you beasty...how about err-a deal! Right a deal, you put the vase back where you found it...and then we go get some nice meaty treats, alright?" the orc did not beg...some bits of trying to bribe the beasty (he had heard rumors about those that begged) but the orc wasn't really looking forward to when it was meal-ti-

the dragon tilted his head and with a wide grin on his toothy mouth it spat fire into his EYES!!

"YOU LITTLE SHIT!!!" the orc roared as he swatted uselessly against the fire and then he heard it damn thing shriek and the vase crash on the ground! with a dozen black speech curses in his mouth he twirled around trying to find the damn thing, maybe if he caught the little shit he could finally point to what it was doing! Maybe even fucking retire from this damn position!

Then he heard a low dark and menacing chuckle...a VERY BAD chuckle if you were a orc...turning slowly the orc almost pissed himself when he saw the dark lord slowly petting the little shit(!) while treating it like a damn cat! (he knew what they looked like, ate one too...it was pretty bad.) Then the dark lord slowly turned to the vase, and then the orc...

All the while the little shit was grinning at him! (The fucker was MOCKING HIM!) then he really almost shat himself when the dark-lord spoke...

"That had been my favorite vase from 2348 years ago...now how shall I deal with one belegreint orc who couldn't BOTHER to look where he was cleaning and tried to hurt me poor little Eskilinth when he was obviously examining such a treasure?" the menacing tone which this was delivered with made him whimper softly as the dark lord gestured to its now visible ring-wraith servants.

"Take him away." was all the dark lord said as the orc screamed for mercy as he was dragged to the torture chambers below...and with a gesture the dark lord spoke a twisted spell to return the vase back to its position.

"You know Eskilinth, if I didn't know better I would say that the recent "evictions" of my orcs would be your doing...if not for the fact that I have been trying to finally get the right combination of orc to man to create the perfect hybrid for my research and armies...just cant trust the average orc with things can you?" the Dark Lord (lady) sighed as she petted the dragons scale in JUST the right position to get Eskilinth to purr just like how she wanted...of course she would never say that the her little one was easily helping with her stress levels.

After all a good fashion mental-torture sounded wonderful...and shelob needed feeding at cirith ungol before she decided to come on by again...

The last time she was here was bad enough! Sauron could not survive all the messy webs everywhere while that free-loader ate all her larders of her favorite meals! not to mention all the livestock as well! Damn freeloader...at least now she is serving a purpose in cirith ungol as its unofficial watcher...as long as the crazy spider-woman-thing didn't try to mess with her plans she was fine sending orcs and the occasional dark numenorian up there if they got uppity!

All the while the now named Eskilinth continued to plot and crackle in his head, now however he would need to troll another peon...

Plans within plans, all for the sake of insuring boredom doesn't become a thing!

This is the greatest thing I've ever seen
 
Choices
[X] Stay in Mordor

After deciding to stay in Mordor for the time being you felt as if you just made an extremely larger decision one that was irreversible. For the first time in your new life you felt as if destiny finally had made a choice on your fate.

[Character sheet unlocked:
Eskilinth: The Black dragon of Mordor

Health: 120

Age: 1 year

Size: Wyvern

Stats:

Strength: 30(Moderate) +6 to combat roles

Agility: 15(Slow movement) +3 to combat roles

Endurance: 50(Above average durability) +10 to armor roles

Intelligence: 40(human level(Very large)) +7 to magic rolls

Magic: 10(Low) +1 to magic roles

Traits and skill:

Dragon: A beast of destruction that grows and grows with a ferocious intelligence that will kill and kill never going down without overkill levels of sufficient force. Of course they do have a love for treasure but that's just part of the deal. +10 to all stats except INT per year of life.

Creature of morgoth: Even with it's high level of intelligence this creature is naturally instinct driven thus is prone to out bursts of rage and hatred. -20 to all diplomacy roles with none creatures of morgoth.

Fire breath(Level 3): This creature has the ability to Breath fir turning it's enemy's to ash. Can use fire attacks, +15 to combat roles

Flight(Level 4): This creature has the ability to fly and all the advantages that come with that. Ability to fly, +10 to combat rolls, +15 to evasion rolls]

Either way you had to decide what to do now. You could go hunting and try to find something to do with your time now that you decided to stay, Or you could go see what Sauron was doing maybe figure out why he was so nice(maybe figure out how he found out that spot to scratch you to make you feel so good). You could of course go troll some orc and uruks.

[ ] Go hunting
-[ ] Where?
--[ ] North
--[ ] South
--[ ] East
--[ ] West
--[ ] Somewhere else?

[ ] Go find Sauron
-[ ] What do you do when you find him?

[ ] Troll some peons
-[ ] How?

[ ] Write in of something else
 
[X] Go Find Sauron
-[X] Learn the Language (spoken at least, reading and writing if possible)

For the memes
 
[X] Go find Sauron
-[X] Learn language (spoken at least, reading and writing if possible)
 
[X] Go find Sauron
-[X] Learn language (spoken at least, reading and writing if possible)

don't you mean...Her?
 
Yes but your character doesn't know that yet

oh this will be hilarious when we find out shit....hmmmm....

I wonder, does sauron take Dragon pictures when were not looking? or uses magic orbs to memorize whenever we do something she thinks is cute and then goes onto telling the Witch king who in turn is the exasperated servant/lord who tries to keep her...uniqueness...contained as well as insuring everything runs smoothly.

I can totally see the witch king being that type of character, not to mention keeping the other Nazgul's bullshit in line whenever they do something stupid like "Jump off a tower without wraith powers and skewer a troll in the head with a spear" or whenever they do something when their bored...like lava surfing.

don't ask...lava surfing is dangerous times for a ring-wraith, plus something to do when there's no assignment and they don't want to practice magic again.
 
oh this will be hilarious when we find out shit....hmmmm....

I wonder, does sauron take Dragon pictures when were not looking? or uses magic orbs to memorize whenever we do something she thinks is cute and then goes onto telling the Witch king who in turn is the exasperated servant/lord who tries to keep her...uniqueness...contained as well as insuring everything runs smoothly.

I can totally see the witch king being that type of character, not to mention keeping the other Nazgul's bullshit in line whenever they do something stupid like "Jump off a tower without wraith powers and skewer a troll in the head with a spear" or whenever they do something when their bored...like lava surfing.

don't ask...lava surfing is dangerous times for a ring-wraith, plus something to do when there's no assignment and they don't want to practice magic again.

Rolling for it
Manperor_32 threw 1 20-faced dice. Reason: For a wierd sauron Total: 16
16 16
 
Fuck

Edit: Can't believe you got that shit again.
 
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