On the nice cool day of 20 March, a party set out from the enchanted gates of Minas Anor, bound for Mordor. The party was a diverse one, as diverse as any that King Earnil had ever assembled. Among its number was a Dwarf, Thrain Firebeard, an engineer and user of strange, volitile substances, and warrior. In company to him was Baranor, captain of Earnil's army, requested to assist their mission. With them was an Elf, Draken, the oldest scion of the Greywind Family of the Eldar. A
The party had been given a mission, dangerous as it may be, to investigate the doings of a fallen lord, the Witch King, servant of the Dark Lord of the Second Age, and leader of the Nine, for after his defeat in Angmar, he had returned to Mordor, to his master's stronghold. The party that had been hired to investigate had motives as varied as their type: some wanted adventure. Others wanted glory. Still others sought riches. All would be surprised.
The road to the ruins of Osgiliath carried them some six leagues, and then they passed into the fair land of Ithilien, where they discovered that more than merely the Witch-King was afoot.
Far off in the distance, along the base of the hills, they saw something moving: a wagon, drawn by beasts of burden, with humanoid creatures following. The wagon turned and headed the way of the party as they reached the broken wall of the once fair Osgiliath. As the wagon approached, it became clear that the fell pursuers were Orcs of some breed, though not of the kind in the north, in Angmar. The travellers looked onward, and pondered their course of action.