Harad

Hoarmurath has travelled far and wide across the dark lands and the dreadful Haradrim deserts to fulfill his promise to Sauron and bring a message to sultan Ru'allah. The humble servant of the dark lord rides with no pauses and fast. The Haradrim that have seen him travel wonder if he was perhaps one of theirs once, milennia ago, as he travels the desert smoothly in the speed of a fast Haradrim camel racer.

As Hoarmurath reaches the city, he lets out a shriek, a mild one. Just to let the guardsmen know of his presence. As the gates open, the Nazgul heads straight towards the palace of the Sultan.

Lacking the finesse of diplomacy, Hoarmurath throws a heavily mutilated head on the floor in front of the sultan. At the apparant disgust of the palace, the Nazgul speaks a heavily misfigured form of commonspeech riddled with hisses and soft shrieks, delivering a shudder to some people within the palace. He says: ''This loyal soldier wished for your saving as Gondorians sacked his village and gutted his son in front of him. They beheaded him and mocked him, how long will Harad stand for this insolence?. Harad was once a proud nation who would go raid Gondor for such slights. My master says the time is now for ultimate retribution. Your great grandfathers partaked in many wars and raids, yet none overly succesful.. -long silence- But my master thinks you are wiser and stronger than any of the previous sultans, capable of delivering the final blow to the tumor that is Gondor. Mobilise your armies and march northward.

[The Nazgul's gaze seemed to focus merely on the Sultan Ru'allah, but as he is done speaking. His gaze seems to center Sultan Az-Zamayna, suggesting he wants to hear her say something and test her personality]