Rivendell RPG

[Cimmerian]

Azruk sat on Elrond's chair, a large lavish spread of delicacies laid out before him on the enormous table. The Orcs and Uruks in his council sat around him. It was time to strategise. Thrakatburz was conspicous by her absence as usual.

But Azruk decided to wait for her before starting the council, terrified elf slaves served the conquerors as they savagely tore into the food and drink.

The sound of approaching hooves signalled of her approach, she barged in looking flished and bothered and gave Azruk a hasty smile. She was attired in an accomodating ensemble to leering eyes, the gathered stared at her but lowered their eyes the instant she looked around, all except the Uruk leader.

He motioted her to sit next to him. She obliged with a sly grin and wink. As long as she seemed to have this warrior where she wanted she would play along.

Azruk proceeded to start the council.

Would they attack Lothlorien or wait for the elf army to advance to Rivendell.
Some felt it would be wise to take the battle to the eles in Lorien and others prferred to wait at Rivendell.

Azruk turned to Thrakatburz. She smiled and puzzled over the options...

"Well?" asked Azruk impatiently.