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Thorin, the mad Dwarf, Araglas Elegast, Rohaval, Archimedes, Umayr, Zraac, Arjhan, Galad, Gazash, and Terrak joined Colonel McMannis and his twelve men at the gates of Helm's Deep. He had a big, excited grin on his face "Alright, men! It's time to get to the bottom of this mess! We have a whole range of people here, and just few enough to maintain stealth. I have the feeling that anything that gets in out way will be sorry it did!" His men cheered. "Now let's get some answers!" He turned his horse and they all began riding toward the Western gate of Moria, as the eastern one was caved in. They reached it the very next day, and the Dwarves of the group worked together to get in. On the way there, they had observed something about the Colonel and his men. They weren't a military unit, they were a family. Sharing jokes, laughing together, eating together, competing to see who had the biggest scar. It was clear that his men respected the Colonel very much, and vice-versa.

The Colonel led the way into Moria. They ha  their weapons drawn, but in vain; nothing attacked. He led them through Moria, sticking to the shadows, eyes peeled for enemies, but there were none to be seen. Nothing of interest but Dwarven corpses. Some slashed, some stabbed, and some with a gaping hole in them.

However, unbeknownst to any of the party entering Moria, they had already past the enemy. Many enemies, in fact. Though some sensed a curious presence thanks to magic, there was no way to pinpoint where the feeling was coming from.

"If you ask me, we should go to the throne room." The Colonel said. "If I were a conquerer, which I'm not, that's where I'd be."

They made their way silently to the throne room. When they opened the doors, trouble appeared and lots of it. The room was full of vicious looking lizard-man warriors with nasty spears and scimitars. They were heavily outnumbered. They turned to run, but out of nowhere, an even larger group of them appeared blocking their escape. These ones wore curious metal harnesses, with strange purple gems in the center, and wicked looking wristblades. The gruff voice of one of them said "Surrender! You are outnumbered and out-matched."

"What do we do, Colonel?" One of the Gondorians asked.

"If we fight, we die." He replied. "But as prisoners, we live another day, maybe even getting the chance to escape or get information out somehow." The Colonel set down his sword an  shield. The rest of the group followed his suit. The lizardmen grabbed them. "What should we do?" One asked. Another, who had some strange metal tube-like thing he was holding said "Take them to the Queen."

The Lizardmen brought them into the Throne Room, where they saw that the throne of Durin ha  been smashed, an  in it's place stood a new, more crude throne made of red stone. Upon this throne lounged a quite obviously female member of this lizard species. She wore a red crown upon her green scaled head, and silky-looking crimson robes. She was kind of pretty, in a grotesque lizard person sort of way. She appeared bored, but perked up upon seeing the prisoners. "Well hello there." She said in a much smoother voice than the other lizards. "Who might you be?"

"I am Colonel Joseph McMannis of Gondor. This is my entourage."

"Who issss the highesst ranking amongst you?"

"That would be me."

"And who isss the lowessst?"

The Colonel turned to you. "If I tell them you guys are servants, they'll be more likely to let you live." He turned back to the Queen. "They are. I brought them along as servants, to carry relics out. The others are my soldiers."

"Excccelent. Prepare the cccceremony! String them up! Except for the ssslavess, of courssse. They are not pure enough. The Lizardmen bowed, and left, preparing something. The group was led to a new room. This room had only two distinctions. One was the small swimming pool sized square depression in the middle of the floor, the second was the chains hanging above it. You were placed next to the pool, but McMannis and his men were separated. As he was taken away, the Colonel whispered "At the first chance you get, escape." He then addressed the Queen. "I want to ask you something before I die! Who are you? What are you?"

"We are the Ssssargoth! Long did we wait in the pits of Utumno, waiting for our chance! And the great vessel gave it to us! It broke through our prison, and granted us weapons more powerful than any other, and we will now use them to kill you all!"

He and his men were chained by the feet so they were hanging head-down above the square depression. The Queen stood by the pool with a nasty smile. "Begin the ccceremony!"

Tribal drums began to beat. Two lizard-men stepped up to where the doomed men were hanging, and one by one slit their carotid arteries. Blood gushed into the horrid pool. The men were cut in other places, to ensure maximum blood loss. It was a horrific sight to see the pool of crimson, and even more horrific to see the hanging men that had created it. Once every drop of crimson had been malignantly squeezed out of them, the most horrific part occurred. The Queen removed her crown and robes and stepped into the pool. By Eru, she was BATHING in their blood!

The brain-melting tribal beat of the drums reached a crescendo, as did the inhuman roars of the Lizardmen. Fortunately, the Sargoth were absorbed in the ceremony, allowing you to make a clean escape back out of Moria, though you were all scarred by what you had seen.