Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Our tale takes us to Middle-Earth, dear listeners. A land of beauty and wonder not seen in our realm of existence. Kingdoms of Men most noble exist in these lands, chivalrous Gondorians and the Rohirrim Horse Lords; mighty bastions of good. Within their halls of stone and under mountains old dwell the Dwarves, a proud people with whom the world watches enviously, for their mounds of wealth are plenty and theirs. In forests yonder with music, art and song have the age-old Elves made a home, a race of peace and tranquillity that will do all to defend what it has. Finally, the Hobbits most fair reside in their small dwelling; the Shire. They are a peaceful folk, not willing to get involved within the diplomacy and tidings of the other peoples of Arda.
All is not well upon Middle-Earth however, for after an eon of waiting, the Dark Lord Sauron; Servant of Morgoth, has returned. He brings with him fire and malice to conquer the lands of Men, Dwarf, Elf and Hobbit and will do all in his unquestionable power to seize the territories that he believes are rightfully his, to bring forth an order of excellence and efficiency, to succeed where his master could not. To his South reside the Haradrim, or Southrons in our Western-Tongue, tribal confederations aplenty united in their hatred for the Men of the West. To his North we find the powerful and militaristic Easterlings, Men of Rhun who have themselves brought Gondor onto her knees innumerable times. Saurons numerous legions are filled with Orcs, creatures that themselves are testimony to the defiance against Eru Ilúvatar and Sauron will unleash them upon Arda when he is ready.
Long ago, Sauron forged a mighty tool: The One Ring. He lost this weapon long ago - at the final battle of the War of the Last Alliance. Now he yearns for its return and will stop at nothing to get it to assist him in his quest for unification and conquest of Arda and funnily enough, it has ended up in the hands of a young Hobbit. Now, now is when the time is to strike for both parties, to end the stand off once and for all.
Table of Strengths
The plywood one is clearly superior...
Anyway, generally, we need something to go on to provide bases of strengths for races; to see how powerful your Hobbit Battalions truly are:
Goblin: 1
Lesser Spiders: 1.25
Hobbit: 1.5
Orc: 1.75
Morannon Orc: 2
Lesser Men: 3
Uruk: 3.5
Higher Men: 3.75
Dwarves: 5
Great Spiders: 5.25
Half-Trolls: 6
Elves: 6.75
Trolls: 90
Mumakil: 300
Ships and Siege
Ships: If you've got a coast, go crazy and build boats. 40 Strength.
Catapults: Y'know what irks me? Walls. 20 Strength.
Ballistae: If you ever feel like making a quick shish kebab... 10 Strength
Ram: More expensive than a goat, that's for sure. 10 Strength.
Ladders: Warning, keep away from snakes. 5 Strength.
Some General Batshit; AKA "Rules"
My Word is Law, only Morgoth's may break it.
Be reasonable, friendly.
If you're making a claim to being able to do something, please, quote a LotR Source that is Canon, or argue why you believe that a source that is based on assumptions could work.
Respect eachother or I'll whack your face in with Grond.
Be realistic.
And above all: don't take it out of the frying pan and into the fire. That spoils my roast mutton.
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Oh look! A Map
My following IC post will be rather short, due to me having to leave soon.
Rhunagaroth, Khanate of Rhun
The sun rose over the horizon, beyond the untamed lands of Rhun as Khamul stared out from the balcony of his citadel, a tall and proud stone structure from which he could carefully calculate his schemes and watch for those who'd threaten him and his people. True, he held little sentiment for his people nowadays, not like in the days of old when he was their proud Khan. Now, he was a shadow of his former self in that sense, but a God in comparison when it came to power. He turned, his heavy black robes turning with him as a slight wind picked up behind him before he pushed aside the velvet curtains to his chamber and stepped within the large, ornate room.
He held his gauntlets tight before firmly clutching a quill from his nearby desk, beginning to write out orders for recruitment of the realm to bolster the ranks of the already mighty Easterling Army. When war would come, Rhun would be ready for the great battles it would face, so true, for the men of Rhun were the most formidable men on Arda and they would make Gondor kneel or cut off her legs to make her kneel.