In the mountains there is a city. The city of Shadow, otherwise known as Minas Morgul. This great city had been abandoned for a long while, until several weeks ago when four beings entered and began work.
Work on what you might say, they worked on the city itself. Re-building crumbling walls and tidying the inside of the main palace. This had been the place where the second administration of the city had spent most of its time. This second age of Minas Morgul was ruled over by Queen Tygarya, who had moved in after the Ringwraiths had passed on with Sauron.
The place had been filled with the laughter of evil beings who flew the banner of the tower of sorcery. But it had passed and only two of the four people had belonged to that old system.
They had finally finished and you could see how much different the old place looked. A statue had been placed just outside the main hall, of Queen Tygarya, in remembrance of her and her great reign.
The throne room, which also served as the main hall, had been cleaned, but not too much because it was a dark alliance. A large round table made of obsidian had been set up in front of the throne and around this were stood the four beings.
They all wore black cloaks clasped together with a sickle moon shaped piece of mithril. As one they threw back their hoods and sat on the chairs which were arranged around the table.
“We are finally ready” said Gloamglozer, “The City of Minas Morgul is to be opened to its members once more.” They all looked pleased and Elfkin rubbed her hands together in malicious glee. “Oh I can’t wait for the members to return.” Gloamglozer nodded and spoke again, “Skuld have you opened the doors.” She nodded and placed the keys to the city on the table. “The main gate is open and the lanterns lit.”
Dubatuluk was next to speak, “The banners are up and the path to the main gate has been cleared of all the debris. All we have to do now is to send out the call.”
They all nodded and placed their hands into special grooves which were carved into the table. The grooves lead to a palantir like object in the middle of the black rock which made up the table. The orb lit up with a greenish glow and the tower beacon shot up into the night sky, calling the alliance members home.
Welcome to the Minas Morgul Alliance!
This is the second thread of this great alliance based around the City of Shadows. The first was started by Queen Tygarya who took control of the city after the Nazgul left.
Unfortunately the old alliance fell into disrepair and the Morgul Council was set up.
We are an Interim council who will run the alliance for as long as necessary, or until Queen Tygarya returns.
This is the place for all bearers of the Minas Morgul Banner to meet and post and talk about all kinds of things. But be warned. We are an evil alliance and, as two older members of the council will tell you, it is a place for dark thoughts, maniacal laughter and shadowy but fun gatherings.
So. The gates of the city are opened and in the words of our returned Queen:
Tygarya wrote: Welcome those who choose to follow the flag of Dushgoi (Minas Morgul to those who don't know the Black Speech) I am the Queen of this Place, so respect it. Join with us and help us take over TORC and the whole of Middle Earth, the more the merrier. Join us in the Banquet Hall for a glass of wine and introduce yourself.
Queen of Minas Morgul