[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

In the Third Age of Middle-earth, memory only remained of the Warg Rider, Cam Beleg, that most treacherous of foes, death arranged by Melkor in the zenith of the Dark Lord's cunning. But still there were beings who hailed The Warg Rider as a god.

There were a group of Orcs who devoted themselves to carrying out ruinous deeds in the name of Cam Beleg. This motley crew had arranged after being exiled from their homes for being, dare I say.....too evil. These Orcs were true anarchists, showing nothing but contempt for even the Orc hierarchies. Thus, they were banished and left to fend for themselves.

These Orcs included Grifdokh, Marshmak and Bellizor, three Orcs from the large population in Rhun. These three were magnificent warriors who had been denied high office due to dirty Orc politics. They abandoned their people and vanished from the east.

Maldakar was an extremely intelligent Orc. He could converse with any creature in Middle-earth, even the trees, for it is said he was taught by Elves. He had so many enemies that he was not welcome anywhere.

Uchnogh could control water. It is said that he had been assigned this power by Ulmo - by mistake. He used the power to cruel ends. He was hated by the Orcs of Anfalas and banished from their kingdom.

Finally, Sarcroch was a very ancient Orc. He was a sorceror, and he had always been alone.

These six Orcs came together by chance one cold night in the South Downs, south-east of Bree. They quickly perceived that they could gain much from a fellowship. So they collaberated and brought to them many Wargs, for they desired to emulate Cam Beleg, The Warg Rider, the only one any of them had ever admired.

Now, these Wargs were very weak by Warg standards. Corrupted long before, they did all that was demanded of them by the Orcs. And foul things were demanded. Their chief delight was in the pillaging of small villages. They took especial pleasure in the murder of young children and adolescents. They stole everything. They even kidnapped the daughter of one Ragnar, a man of the Wold. He was rendered inconsolable by this. They were, in short, a nightmare to all right-minded people, these Warg Riders.

So, it was decided to destroy them once and for all. But they were so hard to find, due to their many skills. Even when they were found it was difficult to do anything forceful against them. So the enemies of the Warg Riders enlisted the help of a mysterious wizard known only as Kirlyo. He used his skills and advised them to travel to a small pass in the east of Harlindon, where he told his hearers that the Warg Riders would pass in the next three weeks.

They travelled to that pass and set up a secret camp there, no fewer than 500 very angry men led by Ragnar, who was hoping to find his daughter. They waited for days but nothing happened. As they were giving up hope, they turned to Kirlyo to ask what they should do. Kirlyo was gone. At this very moment of realisation, they became aware that they were surrounded by fire. As they faced their deaths, they looked upward to the sky and saw Kirlyo laughing at them. His face slowly turned into that evil picture that they all knew; an Orc. It was Sarcroch the sorceror, and he had deceived them.

Just one example of the way the Warg Riders played the game of horror and pain. They enjoyed it immensely.