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Aramir was looking at the army from afar. He laughed, a cruel one. They hadn't been to Gondor for thirty years, but he had. The Southrons, Easterlings, and Umbarans there were not divided into many clans, bickering with each other. They had a leader who ruled with an iron fist. King Âdûnâhk Blood-Shadow. He was a Black Nùmenorian, wearing black steel plate armor that would make a Dwarf jealous, but still moving with the speed and agility of a Harad jungle cat. He wielded magic, too. Fear spells and simple Cryomancy. His sword was of mithril, his dagger of black steel, both of them originating from Númenor. The blood red hooded cape he wore over his armor gave him his nickname.

Âdûnâhk did not rule alone, though. His wife Feláthil, while not skilled with a blade, was a much more powerful when it came to acts of magic. Pyromancy, Cryomancy, minor fear spells, minor healing spells, and the power to send forth lightning from her fingertips.

They ruled with utter surety, for their line lay secure in the life of their son, Adúnâl. He was a deadly shot with a bow, and wielded his battle axe with masterful strokes. He wore lighter armor than his father, a studded leather vest over gambeson. Black and red.

The royal family were not the only dangerous leaders in Gondor. Âdûnâhk had a general, a one time warchief of Mordor, Golmag the Black Uruk. He still carried the same armor, shield, and scimitar as he used while his master was Sauron.