Discord
Discord's fabulous return
In the multiverse, two factors define all living things. Good, the love of all things just and pure, and Evil, the lust for power, dominance, control, and cruelty......Then, there is Discord. The living embodiment to all things chaotic. And the one who gives the middle finger to both of those rules.
A evil laugh is heard from the bowels of a long abandoned fortress, then a high pitched giggle. The fortress, formerly the ruins of a castle, suddenly burst with color, the walls turning green and blue, and the sky becoming pink. Clouds form around the fortress, and a brown liquid begins to fall in place of ran. A nearby river of water is turned into mountain dew. And a goat roaming the area grows a pair of dragonfly wings, and soars off into the distance. A man emerges from the fortress, a cane in one hand, and the glow of magic in the other. He wears a living tie, that snaps, and bites at the air around him, his suit is brown and grey, with a pink undershirt. He has gold and red eyes, and white hair. And a large grin on his face, chuckling with laughter as he raises the glowing hand. Causing the nearby mountain to turn into a giant teddybear.
"Its good to be back" He says to appearingly no one. but behind him stood a little girl in mismatched clothes, with hypnotic eyes, and a baseball bat in hand. She too is struggling not to burst into laughter. "Who are you talking too daddy?" She said smiling.
"Oh....uh...This goat of course!" He said summoning the mighty winged goat. Causing the little girl to laugh. "What are we going to do first pops?" When she said this he smiled. The castle behind them was lifted into the air, the land below it hovered causing it to float like a island. "The same thing we always do dear. Cause chaos!"
Barad Dur, Arda
Mordor unleashed
Lord Sauron was not a patient Maiar. His second in command, Angmar knew this. And moving to the throne room, he made sure to go with the utmost hast. His lord sat on his throne, shrouded by darkness, and around him on the table sat his commanders, the nine, the chief of Harad, and the Khan of Rhun. A orcish warrior baring Moria armor sat at the far side, Gothmog sat next to him. This meeting was only for formalities, all of the top advisers already knew their lord's plan, and at this meeting he spoke only one word. Striking fear into all who were not a Nazgul.
"March"
Sometime later. As night falls upon Gondor, a darkness falls across the land, not the normal shade from the night, but a fell creation of the dark lord. Hundreds upon hundreds of orcs set forth from Barad Dur, captained by Gothmog, and Khamul, all of them chanting as they moved across the plains of Gorgoroth.
"Gu kibum kelkum-ishi, burzum-ishi. Akha-gum-ishi ashi gurum."