Mandos Noldor bio.
Official, everything goes.
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The fortress of Angband. Known as the Iron Prison. A fortress built into the side of the Iron Mountains. Built around three volcanic mountains. Before the Great Gate, there is a court area flanked by frightening cliffs and walled by the towers of a great battlement. Several spires rising from the fortress, spewing black smoke, as the furnaces and smiths never grow cold. These black walls were swarming with creatures of the dark, wielding bows and crossbows, while their towers were manned by large catapults capable of hurling gigantuan rocks or fireballs at anyone who tried to claim the fortress.
From these walls, several figures would emerge from the forest directly opposite of the fortress. From this distance they would look like ants. These ants would seem to multiply indefinitely, as they emerged from the forest, I square formations, and it would not be until they came quite a distance closer, before their identities would come to light. As they made their path across the barren plains, the creatures of the dark would see a war host amassing in front of them. One consisting of elves wielding swords and bows, while being flanked by elven spearmen. In the very back, in the forest, trebuchets would emerge, prepared to fire upon the walls of the fortress.
At the very front of this war host, stood Mandos the Judge of the Noldor, their Grand General and commander of the Galadhrim Legion. As the sat upon his steed, he rode forward by himself, before dismounting. Standing front of the Great Gate, he stared up on the creatures of the night, his determination never wavering.
“I Mandos, declare that this fortress shall be abandoned by its occupants, or be purged of all that is evil!” He yelled upon the gate, making everyone know he was there.
Official, everything goes.
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The fortress of Angband. Known as the Iron Prison. A fortress built into the side of the Iron Mountains. Built around three volcanic mountains. Before the Great Gate, there is a court area flanked by frightening cliffs and walled by the towers of a great battlement. Several spires rising from the fortress, spewing black smoke, as the furnaces and smiths never grow cold. These black walls were swarming with creatures of the dark, wielding bows and crossbows, while their towers were manned by large catapults capable of hurling gigantuan rocks or fireballs at anyone who tried to claim the fortress.
From these walls, several figures would emerge from the forest directly opposite of the fortress. From this distance they would look like ants. These ants would seem to multiply indefinitely, as they emerged from the forest, I square formations, and it would not be until they came quite a distance closer, before their identities would come to light. As they made their path across the barren plains, the creatures of the dark would see a war host amassing in front of them. One consisting of elves wielding swords and bows, while being flanked by elven spearmen. In the very back, in the forest, trebuchets would emerge, prepared to fire upon the walls of the fortress.
At the very front of this war host, stood Mandos the Judge of the Noldor, their Grand General and commander of the Galadhrim Legion. As the sat upon his steed, he rode forward by himself, before dismounting. Standing front of the Great Gate, he stared up on the creatures of the night, his determination never wavering.
“I Mandos, declare that this fortress shall be abandoned by its occupants, or be purged of all that is evil!” He yelled upon the gate, making everyone know he was there.