The Last Great War

[Rubeus]

Many years have passed since the War of the Ring. Gondor is still in a state of peace with Aragorn still on the throne. Eomer has passed on and his son Eorlas has ruled over Rohan in relative peace. The Shirelings have coexisted with the world of Men quite well. The Dwarves have remained within their mountain halls and have not bothered with the worries of the outside world. However, despite the peacefulness, a great shadow has taken form in the far southeast. Evil men from Harad and corsairs from the deep south have been making their way to what used to be Mordor. <the next person can fill in the rest>

[Beren One-Hand]

Gorthrond and Gothran, the princes of Harad, led a massive army of corsairs and Haradrim to the destroyed tower of Barad-dur. There Gothran took entire control of the Haradrim, while Gorthrond took control of the corsairs. And they both ruled the Army of the South together. Secretly and massively building up thier armies, searching out the orcish tools of war and training the troops that the already had. Untill they finally had enough men and specially bred trolls to attack the Gondorian port city of Pelargir.

[Rubeus]

Far to the North, there was a small encampment of Dunedain Rangers. They were led by a man called Rubeus. He was the son of Ronann, who, before he died, was the second greatest Lord of the North (next to the now king of Gondor, Aragorn). Whispers of an ever-growing shadow in the South had been going around, and the men had been going out every day to scout the surrounding lands. One day, a scout came sprinting into the camp and ran straight to the large tent in the center of the camp where Rubeus stayed. "My Lord, our brothers to the South have confirmed reports of Hardrim pouring into the ancient borders of Mordor. They have also confirmed that a good-sized detachment of them along with a group of Corsairs are making their way to the Gondorian port city of Pelargir." "Very well," replied Rubeus, "tell the men to break camp, we ride for Minas Tirith on the morrow."

[Beren One-Hand]

Along the way the Dunedain, saw a small company of riders. As the riders approached, the Dunedain noticed Gondorian banners. Three riders came out to meet them an elf, a dwarf and a man. The man spoke, "Hail Dunedain, we have seen the mighty armies of the South. We are all Minas Tirith could spare. My name is Beren, and I bring with me, Gimli the dwarf, Legolas the elf and a company of elite Knights from Dol Amroth."

[Rubeus]

"Very well," said Rubeus, "we shall accompany you and your men to the Black Lands. However, I wonder if you might know the state of Rohan."

[Beren One-Hand]

I will send a scout to Rohan to find out what we can, but we shall hasten to Pelargir.

[Drake]

"Beren, night has come and the enemy are moving." Ru said as he entered the room.
Out came Bao in his ancestral armor, and Beren in his Gondorian armor and his new chainmail.
"Prepare to fire men." Bao said.

[james_the_great]

As Albus was standing in his tent preparing for the battle, a shadowy figure slipped into the camp and slid quietly into his tent. He crept up behind Albus, drew his dagger, and slit his throat. Albus slid to the ground without a sound. The figure slipped back out of the tent and hid in the shadows of the outskirts of the camp.

[orithil]

"Send these creatures to the abyss" Darius smirked.
Thousands of arrows flew towards the approaching army.