Alright so I got this chapter out earlier than I thought, but there will probably be mistakes because I'm using my phone to type this, so I hope it's still up to quality. Also my phone text is smaller so paragraphs for me may seem big but might be smaller for y'all so sorry about that, I'm still gonna hit my word count so it's gonna be a normal chapter length, just shorter paragraphs, or maybe it's fine and I'm paranoid.
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Fire rolled across the plains and mountains. Great beasts soared through the sky destroying all who dared try to halt their descent.
Men charged forth atop horses into walls of steel. Sword clashed against shields, screams for mercy, and cries of pain were heard across the growing expanse of flame, and great creatures of evil and malice reveled in it.
Atop a hill stood a great creature of fire and cinder, his form drawing the awe and fear of any who laid eyes upon him.
Atop his head lay a crown of horns, and out of his back sprouted two enormous wings of fire.
Gothmog, chief of the Balrogs watched the Valyrians and Ghiscari clash against one another.
He had led his master's own forces to clash alongside the Valyrian people.
This was the first battle his master's new creations were to fight in.
A new breed of Orcs were made, different from their first age brothers.
These orcs were taller, stronger, and most importantly, held more of a sense of honor compared to their brothers of old.
Melkor had molded these Orcs to outshine the Orcs of middle earth, they were now more accustomed to sunlight, and now, more integrated with the people of the world.
When Valyria was first truly forming, Melkor had reformed the Orc to help the Valyrian people.
The Valyrians may have had Dragons, but that did not mean they were self-sufficient, they were merely safe and protected. They needed people to help build their cities, to help farm their fields, and dig their mines.
Thus a new breed of Orc was born. They still held their sense of war, their cunning mind, the longing for bloodshed and gore, but they had been taught the ways of honor, the ways of the North that Melkor had so admired in his time in Winterfell.
The Orcs of Valyria traded with the humans, and helped build great towers and machines that helped forge a country and brought it to greatness.
But now they fought for that country on the field of war.
The Orcs now fought with a tenacity that showed their base nature, they craved the scent of blood, the breaking of bones, and the slicing of flesh.
Ten thousand Orcs charged alongside their Valyrian co-patriots into the legendary lockstep legion of Ghiscar.
The Orcs stood 7ft tall, a staggering increase from their brothers, and were adorned with strong castle-forged steel armor, and wielded great weapons of war.
As the Orcs and Valyrian soldiers clashed against the wall of Ghiscari shields the Dragonlords above dove down and burned the legendary lockstep legion to ash, allowing the legions of Orcs, Trolls, Ologs, and every other manner of creatures to break the ranks of the Ghiscari and slaughter all who would get in their way.
This battle was only the first of many battles to come, occurring to the west of Bhorash near its walls.
Gothmog, atop the hill near the battlefield, watched the battle play out. Pride swelled within the fallen Maia.
Never before has a battle in the new world taken place with the army's Orcs, Ologs, and other creatures of Melkor. Gothmog was given the privilege to lead his master's army, a great honor Gothmog thought would be bestowed upon Sauron.
But within the halls Melkor called home, where Gothmog and Sauron had kneeled before a throne, Melkor had instructed the chief of the Balrogs to lead the army alongside the Valyrians.
Sauron had been just as surprised as his fellow lieutenant, why would Melkor instruct the fire demon to unleash his wrath upon the land when the world had not seen the Balrogs since the long night.
The Balrogs were now the stuff of legends, fighting alongside Azor Ahai as champions of fire, fighting against the servants of the great other, guided by the light of the moon.
For a Balrog to appear in these lands were to cause great panic and fear. A figure of legend had appeared on the battlefield and was waging war not against the enemy of the living, but against the living themselves.
Gothmog, turned his horned head down towards a man of Valyrian features. He held himself better than most mortals who would gaze upon the legendary balrog. He stood adorned in Valyrian steel armor, with silken robes of purple adorned around his armor, showing his position of great authority.
"Tell the Dragons to begin their assault on the walls of Bhorash, the Ghiscari ranks are broken, and my soldiers will clean up their scattered forces. Once the walls of the city are broken we'll join you and March on the rest of Ghiscar."
The Valyrian lord bowed before the demon, not an ounce of fear on his face. But on the inside, his heart felt like it would explode. "Of course lord Gothmog." His words were smooth and even, and his body never showed the fear he felt on the inside as he walked away to relay the Balrog's orders.
As the Dragonlords above directed their mighty beasts towards the city, and the Valyrian footsoldier marched with the dragons above, the army's of Ghiscar were slowly begins to route.
Orcs and Ologs tore apart the race of man, slicing through flesh and bone, showing no mercy to those who begged and pleaded for respite.
Finally, it was time for the Lord of the Balrogs to join the fray. From Gothmogs back sprouted wings of fire, in his hands, he unfurled his whip of flame, and gripped his axe.
The Balrog leaped into the battle, any chance the Ghiscari thought they had was shattered by the demon's entrance.
Faster than the mortal eye could see, men were evaporated into ash. Gothmogs whip incinerated droves of men, his axe cleaved through cavalry and shields.
And just as fast as Gothmog entered the battle, the enemy had been destroyed.
Not a single living soul loyal to Ghiscar remained.
Orcs and Ologs roared to the sky on victory, beasts and creatures of darkness howled to the heavens above, and Gothmog let out a rumbling roar more akin to an exploding volcano.
The world shook under the first victory of Melkors forces against the race of man. This day would mark the beginning of a conquest that would heighten the strength of an empire for generations to come.
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High within a tower in the heart of Valyria stood seven figures around a map of Essos. A number of small objects of Valyrian steel sat upon the table, shaped to look like dragons, men and other manner of creatures.
Melkor stood at the head of the table, his massive nine foot figures eclipsing the Dragon lords.
To Melkors left stood his wife, dressed in Leah at silks that shined like the stars of the night sky. Her seven foot statue matching that of Melkors right hand, Sauron, better known as Annatar to the Valyrians.
Annatar stood to Melkors right, examining the map that showed the surrounding lords of the battles taking place and the battles planned to come.
At the other end of the table stood Balaemar and Aegamor Dalnareon, Lady Celeneos, and Lord Nohgaris.
All but Lord Balaemar we're adorned in Valyrian steel armor. Aegamor was even covered in ash, a sign of recent battles.
The silence that permeated in the war room was broken by Melkor. "Annatar, what word do you have on the Ghiscari Emperor?"
Sauron looked up from the map, breaking him from his thoughts. "I have worked my way into a position of great power in the Emperor's court. I hold great influence over his vassals and his court, but unfortunately I do not hold his ear."
Aina's eyes widened at Sauron's report, how could a being whose silver tongue was only second to her husband's not accomplish his task that only needed a little bit of scheming?
"And how is it that you were unable to accomplish this Annatar? I've known you almost as long as my Beloved and I know you capable of a task so simple as the one given to you."
Sauron gave a half bow to Aina, a small grimace on his face, for Aina questioned his ability to fool a mere mortal, an insult that was never intended but an insult nonetheless. "Apologies my lady, but there has been something that I did not foresee come between me and our plan."
Melkor quirked his eyebrow at Sauron, for something that even eluded Sauron must be of importance. "And do tell, what has eluded my most skilled lieutenant?"
Sauron's pride grew at Melkors statement, he had felt slighted when he was not chosen to lead the orca on the field of battle, but knowing his master still saw him in such high regard, he could console himself that his master still valued him. "Another god has entered the picture my lord."
Panic grew within the tower, the Dragon lords began voicing their concerns, they had never faced the great other like Melkor, never faced the storm god that bartered against Storms End.
But Melkor had faced them all, and knew for a god to be in Ghiscar was not a problem he could not deal with, it was just a matter he had to put slightly more effort into.
This was as if he was trying to hold a door shut, he only had to use one finger to keep those who wished to enter out, but now with the god, he may now have to open the door and start hurting those who wished to enter.
"Tell me the name of this god Annatar, I'm not familiar with most of the gods in Essos," Melkor asked
Sauron sighed, his irritation of this god clear. "Zuulmar, she calls herself Zuulmar, others refer to her as the harpy of Ghiscar. None know of her godly status, not even the Emperor, but holds away over him like a mother does over her child."
Sauron's memory's flashed back to the days in the Ghiscari court, trying to worm his way to the war of the Empeoror, only to be stopped by the the harpy in disguise, controlling everything that goes on in the great empire. "Zuulmar has practically raised the Emperor of Ghiscar, who has barley grown out of adolescence. His true mother died in the birthing bed, and his father was never truly there for the boy, but I can not fathom why the goddess of the very nation wishes to rule the nation when they worship her in every way shape and form."
Melkor sighed at Annatar words. "I thank you for the report Annatar, but I must know, how has she and the Emperor reacted to our expansion into Ghiscar?"
Sauron's eyes turned to the map of Ghiscar. "The capital is in an uproar, they are now beginning to rally their forces and March west to halt our expansion, we've only faced small contingents that are of the city defenses, we have yet to face the true army of Ghiscar. The Emperor and the goddess are scathing at this attack, I can sense the intent from Zuulmar, she wishes to destroy us but has heard rumors of Gothmog and his army and does not wish to abandon the boy emperor in the city Un defended. It seems the Goddess cares for the boy like her own child."
Melkor hummed at Sauron's words. "It's of little matter when the time arises, I shall bring forth my true legions, but for now, I feel we should unleash a certain dragon upon their ranks."
Aina's surprise broke any peace that settled in the room "You can't be thinking of releasing Ancalagon, such would lead to more damage to Valyria than Ghiscar."
Melkor laughed at his wife's fears. "Of course not, no, we shall release another, one far older, we shall release Glarung."