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While the peoples of mainstream middle earth prepare for war, in the far north the Lossoth are on the verge of extermination. Pushed to the brink by a near numberless war host and their psychotic and brooding commander. Standing in the rubble of a once peaceful villge he thinks "what have I done" and tears stream down his cheeks. While in his mind the malicious voice says; "you are mine and you have done MY will. Now that this is settled slave go south and sack eriador that will provide me with much... amusement". Now numb with pain and grief the commander orders his men to march and as he is carried aloft by his  melancholy dragon mount he says "why Eru, why"; to which his mount replies in a soft voice, "I have often thought the same question". As such the sorrowful duo continues their march south driving the few hundred remaining Lossoth forward as living shields.