Warchief Khudhrak of the Dûnglamor

When Khudhrak was just a whelp he showed great potential for war and
combat, his masters called him tough maggot until he was strong enough
to batter anyone who dared to call him a name, he was quickly put in
command of a legion of orcish rabble, this legion was integral to taking
 Mount Gundabad from the Dwarvish scum which had peacefully lived there
for thousands of years, during the wars to take Mount Gundabad Khudhrak
became battle hardened and was given promotion after promotion, and more
 responsibilities of the orcish hordes which much needed a strict leader
 to curb their rowdiness, the dwarves were not expecting such smart and
devious tactics from mindless beasts like the orcs and so were caught
out by Khudhraks plans and moves, swiftly and savagely Khudhrak and his
scourge of orcs swept over the mountains slaughtering dwarves in the
thousands, such talent quickly reached the great Sauron and Khudhrak was
 praised for his skill and intelligence, and heightened to one of the
great chieftains of Gundabad.

It was a freezing night, the foul orcish guards atop the gates of
Mount Gundabad shivered as they stood watch over the valley ahead, the
crystal white snow was overwhelming the ground of the mountains as it
always did, there was never any sunshine in this part of the world, for
Mount Gundabad was a place of evil and darkness.

 “What’s that then?” an orc guard muttered while trying to savour the limited heat from the brazier.

 “You what? There’s nothing there, are you blind or sommet?” the other guard spoke while staring off into the distance.

 “No you idiot! Look!” The orc shouted foully, his decrepit fingers fumbled while picking up his crude bow.

 The guards both cocked an arrow and drew their bows, out of the
blizzard a man emerged, he wore black and red, the colours of the
Haradhrim to the south, accompanying him were two other Southrons and
they were holding frosted chains, you could tell they were being
defeated by the cold of the mountains, attached to the chains were five
frozen prisoners sniffling and blue faced.

 “Who goes there?!” one of the guards shouted down from the gatehouse.

 “I am Atallah of Harad! These are my guards, and these are my
prisoners, I have travelled up here to ask for assistance in the war
which has been declared against us by Numenor, but on my way to your
mighty stronghold we came across these free peoples” Atallah explained
quickly, clearly wanting to escape the frost of the north.

 “Out of my way scum!” a booming voice came from inside the mountain.

 The orc guards shuddered and knelt as a great Uruk came walking into
the gatehouse, he was huge, he wore armour which covered him from head
to toe, it was a dark black colour which gave him a terrifying presence
however on his head he wore a shining silver helmet, perhaps this was a
crown of the Dwarves which use to dwell here, in his hand he held a
great cleaver, dripping from it was blood, potentially the blood of past
 prisoners or of sacrifices to a god which had been gathering followers
up in the North.

 “Atallah… I was told of your journey to the
North, but I did not think you so smart as to bring me sacrifices, enter
 our great mountain, you are welcome to stay…” his voice was stern and
commanding.

 The visitors entered cautiously into the great gates
of Gundabad, as Atallah entered with his prisoners they instantly felt
the effect of the heat from the braziers, this offered much comfort
contrasted to the harshness of the outside, the walls of the entry hall
were dark but they were well made, after all this was originally a
Dwarven city of great standards.

 The great Uruk warchief stepped
into the room and even without seeing him, the others felt his dark
presence, at close range he was even more vast, he was around the size
of a Baugor berserker, and they are enormous, closer up you could tell
that his armour was the style that Black Uruk Warchiefs would wear but
it was slightly more armoured.

 “I am Warchief Khudhrak of the
Dunglamhoth, follow me Atallah and bring your sheep to their slaughter”
Khudhraks voice was firm.

 The gates slowly pulled open and they
all stepped into the giant mountain city, bonfires were lit up all
around to keep the inside light enough to work in, there were broken
towers from the Dwarf days dotted around on cliff sides but it seemed
they made good defensive points as archers were stationed in them, it
was like they had managed to hollow out the entire mountain, there was
no other place like this in the whole of Middle Earth, although it was
horrifying, it was grand and you had to respect the craftsmanship of the
 Dwarves and Orcs who had built this, built around the cliffsides were
small wooden platforms to help getting around, they didn’t look very
stable however they were used anyway.

 Ahead was a grand bridge,
the start and end of it were obviously built by the Dwarves, but the
centre had been rebuilt by the orcs, upon it were skulls and large
torches, if you looked closely you could see dried blood on the rotting
wood, past this was a great tunnel leading further into the mountain…
further into darkness.

 They walked for what seemed like days but
in truth it had only been around thirty minutes, they reached passage
which was illuminated by a terrifying orange light, as they descended
down this pathway the prisoners knew this was it, this would be where
they were ‘sacrificed’, when they entered the prisoners and even the
Southrons looked horrified, there was a giant statue straight ahead, it
was a balrog from its mouth poured lava and it fell down into this huge
endless pit below, in the balrogs hands was an altar, it was stained red
 from all the past sacrifices, scattered around the room there were
bones and organs from past victims.

 Khudhrak stomped on the floor
 in a rage, “ARGH! I forgot the ceremonial blade of the Blood God!
Atallah, keep these prisoners here while I go get the damn thing!”
Khudhrak stormed off back up the passage.

 The prisoners saw their
 chance, one of the prisoners was a brave dwarf, he knelt down and
picked up an old bone from the bloody floor, sneaking up behind one of
the Haradhrim another prisoner caught sight of this and instantly knew
his plan, he too picked up a bone from the floor, with all their might
they struck the Southrons over the head, there was a giant clang of bone
 on their steel helmets, they both dropped to the floor, covering their
faces in blood.

 Atallah turned around to see what had happened, he drew his grand sword, it glittered from the light, true silver…
 “Stay back or I’ll cut you all up right now!” Atallah shouted panicking.

 “What’re gonna do laddy, there’s five of us and one of you, this is the
 last damn time Ezulik of the Blue Mountains gets taken prisoner by the
likes of you” Ezulik spoke with bravery.

 While Atallah’s focus
was set on Ezulik one of the other prisoners lunged forward, Atallah
turned and sliced his stomach open with extreme ease, but it was too
late, Ezuliks bone crashed against Atallahs head, Atallah dropped to the
 floor like the others before him.

 After Ezulik had taken the
keys from the downed Haradhrim, he had to find a weapon, from the ground
 he picked up an old Dwarvish Warhammer, it had ancient writing on it
and seemed to be trimmed with Mithril.

 “Come on lads! Let’s get out of here!” Ezulik shouted.

 They all ran swiftly but silently down the narrow passages of Mount
Gundabad, Ezulik would crack the odd orcs head open if one got in their
way, the hammer he was using truly suited his style, he was unstoppable
with it, as they went on they heard booming drums, the orcs knew of
their escape, the shouting of orcs and goblins echoed throughout the
halls, Ezulik caught sight of the bridge leading out of Mount Gundabad
and ran for it.

 “Vrapog poshat!” these words bellowed throughout
the whole of the city, as this meant ‘Run them down’ it was Khudhrak who
 screamed it, he was standing above the tunnel atop a tower, the howling
 of wargs were heard, and clattering out of the tunnel came a group of
five warg riders, luckily Ezulik and the others had already passed the
first gate, and Ezulik quickly slammed down the lever to close it, just
as the wargs were about to reach them and rip their bodies apart, the
gate crashed shut, and the prisoners ran out into the icey waste of
Mount Gundabad.

 Ezulik kept that hammer, and never went anywhere without it, for when he needed a weapon the most, it was there.

 Atallah was thrown out into the cold for being taken down by his own
prisoners, but surprisingly Khudhrak let him keep his prized mithril
sword.

 The darkness of Mount Gundabad contrasted harshly with the bright
orange flames which engulfed the lower levels on which the altar to the
blood god resided, the mountain cave was raging with noise, more noise
than normal as the dwarves of all Middle Earth had just declared all out
 war with Dunglamhoth, the orcs were preparing weapons and armour
wildly, they were ready to spill blood and feast on the corpses of
dwarves, elves and men alike.

 All were raging about apart from
the 'Gods of the Mountain' as the lower goblin scum called them, these
three were Khudhrak, Ugrug and Yagush, all fierce and all to be feared,
and they were, after years of battle here orcs had come to be some of
the most feared beings in Middle Earth, almost rivalling Saurons malice
and infamy.

 "Are you sure about this Warchief?" Yagush asked hesitantly while looking at Khudhraks shadowy figure.

 "I am not one to joke around Yagush, I have been waiting for this
moment since the fall of Melkor, the blood god is the only thing I
praise to, what kind of a servant would I be if I were not ready to
sacrifice myself onto this great flame of his, I must do this to ascend
to the next plane of existence, I must release myself from these mortal
bonds" Khudhrak explained to Yagush seriously, the blood god had always
had a grand presence in Mount Gundabad but the Warchief sacrificing
himself was something no one had heard of before.

 "What if it doesn't work Khudhrak?" Ugrug turned to Khudhrak and asked.

 "Then you continue to crush the free people's and go on without me, for
 if this doesn't work, nothing mattered to me anyway, I was never worthy
 to lead Dunglamhoth if this does not succeed, I will see you soon scum"
 Khudhrak finished his words and stepped forward into the great flames
of the Blood God which were being kept in the lowest chamber of Mount
Gundabad.

 He walked through the fire until his figure
disappeared, he did not scream, one must also notice he walked into the
flames with his famous black armour on him, great colours of flame soon
burst out of the fires, Yagush and Ugrug watched in amazement as the
fire erupted.

 The fire started to die down, and from the two
pillars on each side of the pit two beams of pure flame were holding
Khudhrak aloft in he air, his body was burnt, his armour was somehow
turned red by these flames, like they had been stained in the blood
which had been sacrificed in this flame many times, Khudhrak looked up
towards Ugrug and Yagush, his eyes were a burning orange, he had cracks
running down his body which were glowing in a yellow and orange, around
his finger appeared a ring of flames which had not been there before.

 Khudhrak was dropped by the flames onto his knees, an aura of blood
surrounded him, the ritual had somehow worked, the blood god had
answered his calls, he stood up and looked forward to the other Chiefs.

 "Come maggots, there is a war to finish" Khudhrak spoke as they all walked back up into the higher halls of Mount Gundabad.

 With this ritual Khudhrak is far more powerful than he once was, now
harnessing power of the blood god, he is truly a force of pure evil, his
 very body has an aura of blood and death, the ring of flames around his
 finger allows the blood god to channel his power into Khudhrak, giving
the user extreme strength, with Khudhraks armour turned blood red, he
looks like one of the Blood Gods demons, a truly terrifying sight.

 The Orcs of Dunglamhoth have this weapon now in their arsenal and they
are ready to unleash it on Middle Earth, for evil and for their benefit.