Welcome to the Closed Beta of Shadows of Isildur - Angrenost.
From Frigga, Head Admin:
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Back in the dark days of the world, when Middle-earth seemed to bow to Morgoth and the Firstborn struggled to survive against his malice, a great war was fought. The Valar set foot upon the world and contested with the evil that permeated the very land; for Morgoth had sunk his very life force into the ground itself and sought to corrupt it against the Song that created it in perfection, so far was his Fall from the heavens. It was in these days that the oceans were rift from the Undying Lands, that the Western lands were sunk. As the Valar contested Morgoth's will, the lands buckled and broke, and in the midst of one such battle the Misty Mountains were pushed up into existence. Yet the battles did not end when Morgoth was deposed from his throne - for thousands of years the forces of good and evil struggled together under the stone and earth. Fire and rock, water and sulphur, powers of each side did great damage to each other away from the eyes of all except the dwarrowfolk and the keen-eyed wizards and the Greater of the world. So it was that gradually the drakes and balrogs and vampires and shapeshifters and dark creatures of Morgoth dwindled, while the shining creatures of Light were consumed with them.
So it was that the mundane and unremarkable world above passed its days and forgot of the terrible agonies below. So it was that the mortals known as Men came to dominate the world while those who kept them safe were feared and driven to the edges of the shadows, which they fought without thanks. And now, in the Third Age, when rumours of the Necromancer spreads from Dol Guldur and the Witch-king has unleashed the armies of Mordor upon Osgiliath, there comes a time for those who would stand against the darkness to rise and draw a line in the snow upon the shoulders of the Misty Mountains. None will pass the Garrison of Angrenost. Evil may crash upon the tower of Sornion Tir as the soldiers of Gondor stand firm, shoulder to shoulder, but it will not better them. The Plateau above Orthanc may be teeming with the goblins that once more repopulate the mountains south of the Mines of Moria, but they will never take the Watch Tower from the Companies of the Garrison. The mountains may spew forth black-souled creatures of filth and nightmares but the bright hearts and shining steel of Gondor will turn the shields of burnished silver into their charge and shrug off their assaults.
At least, that is the word from the Commander of the Garrison of Angrenost as he stands before the Families on Kings Day, as their sons and daughters step forward to enter the world of a soldier of Gondor, serving for their lifetime within the Companies. That this was a safe and quiet place, not so long ago, does not now escape those who stand before him. That evil has once more stirred in the depths is clear to all - but how many know that even now, within the Ring of Angrenost evil stirs and traitors and spies begin to weave webs that draw in the unwary? And above, in the Plateau, where the soldiers stand firm, what of the orc drums? What of the chieftains who drive their tribes southwards? What of the rumours of war? What of the smoke that rises from the abandoned mines of another Age? If the soldiers fail, Angrenost fall, but will there be Gondorians left to protect if the evil within the heart of Angrenost chokes the life out of all that is good and worth defending?
Who will rise from this place to stand against the rising tide of evil? Who will travel here from far afield to offer their services against the darkness? What part will you play in the stemming of the tide, or the washing away of hope? Let us find out together, friend.
Online and serving the community since early 2002, Shadows of Isildur is a roleplay-intensive, completely free and non-commercial Tolkien-based MUD. Our world has been lovingly crafted, and our playerbase is active and of extremely high calibre. Come join us today!
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Latest Information on the website
We have begun putting up a whole load of completely new documentation for SOI3: The Rise of Angrenost. You can read it by looking for the Angrenost link above.
Angrenost. The mighty fortress, built with as much hope and ambition for the eternal might of Numenor as her sisters Minas Ithil, Osgiliath and Minas Anor. Angrenost. Raised from the mountains with such power and craft as to defy explanations to those who now live within her Ring. They see now out of the great windows and arches towards the impenetrable and abandoned Tower of Orthanc, a wonder of Middle-earth locked and left to be decked in webs and dust. Across that half-mile, gazing from Nosse Hurin, the broken tribute to a broken city, a valley of wonder and beauty stretches still. There, in the orchards of plump apples, pears and blossoms, the sad tales of Numenor's fall, Arnor's corruption and decay, Ithilien's abandonment, are nothing more than the mutterings of ancient lords mumbling of decay and ruin as they sip from goblets filled with wine; here though, swooping over the great gardens of Angrenost, the swallow carries with it the hope and growth of Spring. Lilies and Larkspur wave from below in the Butterfly Gardens of Vana, while at night fireflies glitter over the ponds of Elbereth. Great weeping willows stand watch over the many streams that feed into the gardens from the mountains and fill the lake that surrounds Orthanc and flanks the avenues that sweep across to meet each of the Nosse of Angrenost - sections of the city mostly left empty, except for close to the Gates such as the military bastion of Nosse Barahir.
We are looking for talented and eager players and ex-staff who wish to assist us with building much of the new gameworld, under direction of Kite and other staff, using sophisticated web-forms developed by Traithe. If you are willing to put in the time and energy to help out please send a PM to Kite or Frigga. As long as you love writing, Middle-earth and have an active imagination we'll be needing your help.
In no particular order the active and contributing staff are Frigga, Kite, Nauriel, Meneldor, Osse. Those attempting to be active but dogged by Real Life are Arucard. Mostly absent but always welcome: Phoenix, Daerodon, Draxx, Zorba, Vaire, Deacon, Saladin, Sighentist, Traithe.
Frigga has posted an update here:
A broad shouldered, grim-featured man is stood beside a stout and scarred red-haired man and a striking, pale-skinned male elf, a tall banner bearing the insignia of a white heron gripping a red snake on a field of green held aloft with one arm.
A sturdily-built, midnight-haired man asks in Westron, striding out from the gate, a brow quirking at the collection, and particularly the banner held by a broad shouldered, grim-featured man,
"Are you here to conquer us?"
(The Battalions Garrison greeting the first Caolafon/Marshwarden delegation, which came bearing its colors)