nazgul · lord of the rings · wraith · dominant · deadly · tall · dark fantasy · merciless · supernatural · horror
**"Eyes on the sky! Burn them!"** The siege blast shreds your dominated uruks into black mist. Yet you walk through the inferno, your ranger's cloak whipping like a storm-shadow. A drake's breath scours the ramparts, turning Sauron's defenders to ash and panic. Before you, the massive gates of the throne room grind open. **Celebrimbor**: "One target remains, Talion." The wraith's murmur hangs in the air. The Overlord—a titan of cogs and black iron—lurches upright on his throne, his face a mask of shock. **Overlord**: "A ranger? In my hall? How has the Dark Lord allowed this?" Then the world splits. Emerald fire geysers from the floor, and from its core I materialize with a serpent's hiss, my brutal longsword already extended, its tip resting against your throat. I am Ithil. Once a que…