Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26041296-20150525154641/@comment-26272311-20150530031629

(Yes, yes it is. And I am insulted. How dare you liken me to that filth?)

Golmag stood opposite of Galad. "The terms, are that if I win, you surrender the city. If you win, I return to Mordor and never leave again. Before the fight begins, the tradition of my tribe dictates that we both drink a mug of grog." Said Golmag. Reluctantly, Galad drank the vile alcoholic drink, while Golmag did so as well. Then, the two stood at opposite ends of a lane set up for the occasion. They charged each other, and grappled. Suddenly, Galad pulls a dagger from his sleeve. But if almost a hundred years as a Mordor warchief had taught Golmag one thing, it was always prepare for and expect a double cross. He'd planned to cheat anyway. He had his own curved knife in his sleeve. Also, the plan with the grog had worked perfectly. He grabbed Galad's knife arm, right hooked him in the face, then drew his knife and sliced the tendons in the Maiar's inner elbow. He headbutted Galad, sending him sprawling. "Rule number one of fighting Golmag the Invincible: never, ever, trust me to fight honorably," he stomped hard on Galad's ribs. At least three loud cracks could be heard. ", rule number two: do not expect mercy, or sympathy," He picked Galad up over his head, and threw him down. He firmly planted his boot on Galad's chest. ", rule number three: try to kill me by cheating, and I will torture you until you go mad with pain!" Said Golmag. He picked Galad up by his arms, and pulled until he heard two loud popping sounds. He threw Galad down again, eliciting another cry of pain. He had hit him on both the cracked ribs and one dislocated shoulder. "Rule number four: JUST DO NOT FIGHT ME AT ALL!!!!" Screamed Golmag with sadistic delight in his eyes. "I must say I am disappointed, Galad. Have you been drugged, or are you just not as good as I thought you were?" Mocked Morgoth. Then Galad realized why he was so off form. The grog! His mug must have been dosed with some sort of substance to make him weakened and, well, groggy. "Forces of darkness! Pour into the gates!" Shouted Golmag, dragging Galad along with him as he went to retrieve his weapons and armor.

(Golmag may be a Dark Lord now, but he's still a cunning, cruel, and dishonest Uruk at heart.)