Plaza Life

The early years of the evil spirit are unknown and unspoken, though all evidence points to him dwelling Arda before the coming of the Elves. A Barrow-wight of Eriador is his only discernable race, and had slept for many years in Tyrn Gorthad until the awakening of his master – the Dark Lord Sauron. Taking shape on the mortal plane via a man of the Edain, Gaurlukh sought out Mordor. Long had he eluded such a place, choosing to work for himself and only himself, though the lure of his former lords was too great. Finally he reached the vale of Minas Morgûl, and delved far into that place, coming to the lair of the Nazgûl. There he made a name for himself, yet he wished for more, and his name was not yet spoken in a whisper. Whilst traveling across the Western lands of Middle-Earth (for he still traveled ‘round that place), an ambush had been set and the Barrow-wight was struck down by a group of elves. How foolish he had been to stray so near their domains, though the evil spirit was not finished yet.

Driven from the guise he had used for so long, the evil spirit wandered the ethereal plains for many years. His name was tarnished, his deeds forgotten, and Mordor life went on and many things changed within that dark realm. Gradually gaining strength, the Barrow-wight was free from the gloom, and seemed to know the way back to the physical realm. Though still an evil spirit, the Wight dwelt in the Barrows of Tyrn Gorthad, waiting for a suitable host. And a suitable host came, though after a long wait. A Black Númenórean delved too greedily into Gaurlukh’s abode, and the Barrow-wight claimed the body of the Númenórean, finally controlling a new body. The first thing he did was return to Mordor, and to the army. He spent a short while as a snaga in the ranks, his frustration and anger welling up inside him. Though finally his superior, the Iathaur Lurtz, fell. Exactly what the Wight had wanted to happen, and thus the spirit of malice rose to the rank of Dildhan, and finally Iathaur. Though that was not the only title the Wight earned, he was also granted the rank of “Evoker of the Unnamed” in the Children of Eye, which is held in the Morgûl Vale.

Not too long ago, a minioness of considerable renown invited him into a secret assassin’s guild, where he was forced to pass a grueling initiation. With the recent ascent of the Witch-king, and the disappearance of Lord Gothmog, the Iathaur rules the bladesmen of Mordor with an iron fist. He remains extremely greedy and hopes to become Maugân one day, if he has to wait too long, he will most likely draw a blade on the current one....

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Real Life

What can I say? I was born in 1986, a wee tyke who enjoyed burning and killing things. Though I did not turn into a mass murderer, and lived out a normal childhood, nothing special. I currently live in Sheffield, England. I am 19 years old, have a younger brother of 14 and a mother and father of 44. I study Media and English Literature at Sheffield University, and live in a grimy little flat with a communal kitchen. Unlike Akilah/Jolie, I don’t have luxuries like scales and comfy beds, though we do have a television and a laptop! I like finding cookies on the floor, it saves me money, and the only sports I like are tennis and boxing – the latter sometimes not being considered a sport. I think David Gemmel and Tolkien are uber cool authors, and I am a Marxist. That’s about it. Good day.