Rings and Grudges (A LOTR/Warhammer Fantasy Crossover)
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i suspect it because we are not playing by the universes rules on that. we are heavy into industry but have all the traits of the free peoples. (honor, courage, ect)
it confuses them.
I recall the old Numenorians as being quite advanced,
Numenor had lots of tech back in the Old days, and sure they ended up corrupted. But for most of their existence they where noble and good despite developing sophisticated technology.
Dwarfs may be industrious but they lack many of the other traits associated with Saurons style of industry.
You can be industrious and be good. But full tilt mechanization is Saurons things. But it would absolute be a game over if Guns got into Saurons hands suddenly the Orks which need something like at least a 10 to 1 numbers advantage are able to trade 2 to 1.
KnightofTempest
The Man who would be King
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Right but gyrocopters and steam tanks were explicitly used by Morgoth during the fall of Gondolin.
I'm just saying I'm expecting some PTSD to happen in some of the older elves is all. . .
I bet Elrond, Gandalf and the others aren't yet aware how industrial the Dawi actually are, the whole dwarfen hold is still under construction, and so far they are, without a thorough examination, not *that* much more industrial then local dwarfs. They seem to be excellent at their craft, yes, but so far Elrond and Gandalf wheren't able to see any industrial level technology, at least not really. The guns alone aren't enough to cause this in my eyes. Dwarfs are always secretive, be it in Warhammer or Middle Earth, so those specific dwarfs might just have been able to keep some tricks up their sleeves that the others didn't. After all, Gandalf knows and uses Gunpowder as well.
*excited desk banging* wooooooooooo, a follower of D&C? Is there going to be Grimborns then? The lore is that they did concentrate in the southern Ered Luin...also voting time!!!
[x] Plan: Happy clans make a happy hold
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Divide and conquer is awesome.
Playing the dwarfes of moria at the moment and just reclaimed kazad dum
Nice nice, bit off a hint, gun for money, unit then Armory, and save up the Reclaimer and Dragonslayer those are very essential, especially the Reclaimers anti large unit.
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Reclaimers and dragonslayer are still there. The rest is a work in progress.
Anyway, hope we can see units like those in here
Good good, and i wonder which unit will show up
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Yip, I tend to stick to the factions in Eridor actually, though I do occasionally try Erebor as for Khazad-dum well I not gonna say how those runs have gone and it best they remain forgotten. though I do not like Bree-land and I have not touched Dale yet. (Imperial got me into it honestly and I'm thinking of doing a Gondor run for once now that I starting up a new run.)
You probably will as some look really nice and fit, you just kind of have to get the dwarfs going. (Also I hate Balrogs)
As for the Industry, I am sure your allies will be okay with it, it's not like anyone alive has suffered to much from such things, "except the Elgi" still I have plans for that and will be interesting to see you guys get over some hurdles.
Interlude: Time stands still on the Iron hill...
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Interlude: Time stands still on the Iron hill...
Nain glared at the missive before him from his Uncle. More tribute to the Lonely Mountain, on top of the kings demands not even a month prior. Gold was poor in these hills and highly sought for, but now his father had to compensate the lesser Khazad to feed his brothers ever-growing lust for gold.
He took a sip of elf brew he'd managed to purchase passing through Dale. The folk there were friendly, a little too close to the Elves, but then again they were manlings. Still with the fall of the Grey Mountains during his grandfathers days no better alcohol could be found than in the Elves possession. It was even sadder that apparently 'Thrandruil's Folk' could take their booze better than anyone, as his elder brother Fáin had learned passed out on the table through his third pint.
To the west whispers grew of a great shadow filling the one lush forests of the Greenwood, to the east the people of Rhun contested the strength of the Dorwinions; those fine brewers of wine being one of the last few in this age that knew how to make good grog - and without a drop of elf or Numenorean blood in them...
Already Gror, Lord of the Iron Hills had mustered his forces and commissioned more of the 'twirly wirly's' after there had been sightings of lesser drakes flying south from the ruins of Angband. The pitiful beasts rivalled only eagles in size and were a joke compared to those that had taken Dain's halls in the preceding centuries. Some peaks had already been taken as roosts, the foul creatures more than willing enough to hide away from Khazad wrath.
Nain sighed as the trumpets sounded in the halls at yet another sighting. There was at least some news from the west, apparently, the rangers of Arnor and the Elflords had taken on themselves to fight the remnants of Angmar. 'Bah' fools, the orcs were a joke at this point, pitifully weak. The monsters were the ones you had to be careful of, and well enough, apparently some fell servant of the shadow has summoned wights. His beard quivered at the thought of his own kins tombs being desecrated as such… But then there was that codswallop from Amon Sul.
Durin have mercy, even his father and uncle had shared a laugh away from their constant arguments. A battle with ten thousand orcs and not a single casualty… pull the other one, the manlings didn't know how to hold a shield wall to save their lives, nor to forget it was bloody raining so the bows would have been ruined. Clearly, this was just some traders take that took on a life of its own, because those fools in the ruins of Nogrod had finally left their hovels.
And so moving his mind away from travellers talk and gold obsessed kin, Nain finished his tankard and readied for yet another drakehunt.
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Edited by Me/Mad0Slayer
Written by @ImperialBriton
Nain glared at the missive before him from his Uncle. More tribute to the Lonely Mountain, on top of the kings demands not even a month prior. Gold was poor in these hills and highly sought for, but now his father had to compensate the lesser Khazad to feed his brothers ever-growing lust for gold.
He took a sip of elf brew he'd managed to purchase passing through Dale. The folk there were friendly, a little too close to the Elves, but then again they were manlings. Still with the fall of the Grey Mountains during his grandfathers days no better alcohol could be found than in the Elves possession. It was even sadder that apparently 'Thrandruil's Folk' could take their booze better than anyone, as his elder brother Fáin had learned passed out on the table through his third pint.
To the west whispers grew of a great shadow filling the one lush forests of the Greenwood, to the east the people of Rhun contested the strength of the Dorwinions; those fine brewers of wine being one of the last few in this age that knew how to make good grog - and without a drop of elf or Numenorean blood in them...
Already Gror, Lord of the Iron Hills had mustered his forces and commissioned more of the 'twirly wirly's' after there had been sightings of lesser drakes flying south from the ruins of Angband. The pitiful beasts rivalled only eagles in size and were a joke compared to those that had taken Dain's halls in the preceding centuries. Some peaks had already been taken as roosts, the foul creatures more than willing enough to hide away from Khazad wrath.
Nain sighed as the trumpets sounded in the halls at yet another sighting. There was at least some news from the west, apparently, the rangers of Arnor and the Elflords had taken on themselves to fight the remnants of Angmar. 'Bah' fools, the orcs were a joke at this point, pitifully weak. The monsters were the ones you had to be careful of, and well enough, apparently some fell servant of the shadow has summoned wights. His beard quivered at the thought of his own kins tombs being desecrated as such… But then there was that codswallop from Amon Sul.
Durin have mercy, even his father and uncle had shared a laugh away from their constant arguments. A battle with ten thousand orcs and not a single casualty… pull the other one, the manlings didn't know how to hold a shield wall to save their lives, nor to forget it was bloody raining so the bows would have been ruined. Clearly, this was just some traders take that took on a life of its own, because those fools in the ruins of Nogrod had finally left their hovels.
And so moving his mind away from travellers talk and gold obsessed kin, Nain finished his tankard and readied for yet another drakehunt.
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Edited by Me/Mad0Slayer
Written by @ImperialBriton
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so the dwarfes of this world still don´t know about us. Good, that´s very, very good. I want to have a proper hold before we make contact with them and a proper throng
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Why is the interlude in the Apocrypha tab @Mad0Slayer
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more than enough space and time to build up to become the arsenal of the free people of middle earth
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The Vote closes in 24 hours.
Because my head is in the clouds today and I put it in the wrong spot.
Because my head is in the clouds today and I put it in the wrong spot.
Interlude: Empire of Ash
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Interlude: Empire of Ash
Snow continued to fall as Arnubên scowled, another of the whelps was returning with news from the south. That was the fifth in the last month, 3 having returned to report the loss of his puppet king to the cousins of those busybody half-men irritants that lived on the western side of the Anduin.
"But mi'lord they had help! Dwarves!"
Arphazêl, a daughter from the line of dear Niraêth rested his old blade over her shoulder, ready for his verdict. "Those lesser sons of greater fathers are but a shadow of their past. They were pitiful even in the days of my father, and have only continued to descend since. You have cost me 50,000 loyal servants of Lord Mairon. Lost to these pathetic scions of Nogrod, or to the half-men near Tyrn Gorthad. Against Tar-Elros's brother I could understand, for greatness still flows through his blood, but against these pathetic creatures... Your weakness betrays you, and your price is your head." With a swing, Arphazêl brought her blade down, severing the neck of the wailing creature, its head rolling till it lay at his feet. "It seemed the attempt to eradicated the last of the faithful has failed..."
"My King." The girl bowed deeply, the dark blood slickening her blade. "Rise child." His choking whisper filled the decrepit halls. "We have much to plan, and even more to atone for. Leave me, I would not seek lord Mairon's wrath brought upon you without due cause."
As the girl left, he fell back into his throne before feeling the pull of his master grow from within his ring. This would be a painful missive, for Lord Mairon hated failure, particularly against the thankfully kingless Dunedain. His initial plans to leave Carn Dum to the survivors of his former kingdom were ended. Now his master would want a permanent force in Angmar bent to his will.
Edited by Me/Mad0Slayer
Written by @ImperialBriton
Snow continued to fall as Arnubên scowled, another of the whelps was returning with news from the south. That was the fifth in the last month, 3 having returned to report the loss of his puppet king to the cousins of those busybody half-men irritants that lived on the western side of the Anduin.
"But mi'lord they had help! Dwarves!"
Arphazêl, a daughter from the line of dear Niraêth rested his old blade over her shoulder, ready for his verdict. "Those lesser sons of greater fathers are but a shadow of their past. They were pitiful even in the days of my father, and have only continued to descend since. You have cost me 50,000 loyal servants of Lord Mairon. Lost to these pathetic scions of Nogrod, or to the half-men near Tyrn Gorthad. Against Tar-Elros's brother I could understand, for greatness still flows through his blood, but against these pathetic creatures... Your weakness betrays you, and your price is your head." With a swing, Arphazêl brought her blade down, severing the neck of the wailing creature, its head rolling till it lay at his feet. "It seemed the attempt to eradicated the last of the faithful has failed..."
"My King." The girl bowed deeply, the dark blood slickening her blade. "Rise child." His choking whisper filled the decrepit halls. "We have much to plan, and even more to atone for. Leave me, I would not seek lord Mairon's wrath brought upon you without due cause."
As the girl left, he fell back into his throne before feeling the pull of his master grow from within his ring. This would be a painful missive, for Lord Mairon hated failure, particularly against the thankfully kingless Dunedain. His initial plans to leave Carn Dum to the survivors of his former kingdom were ended. Now his master would want a permanent force in Angmar bent to his will.
Edited by Me/Mad0Slayer
Written by @ImperialBriton
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- yorkshire
We need thicker walls and cannons
HOLY SHIT, THE WITCH-KING IS BACK IN ANGMAR?!?
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Its more that the Dunedain weren't eradicated as like (our interpretation of) canon, so Sauron wants to make sure they're kept in check before he can finish the job properly.
The Nazgul have been active for millenia. Most of this time has been spent (and this is accurate to book lore) dredging through the Anduin, for the one ring. In this case he was sent to Angmar to coordinate the Dunedain's extinction.
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