As I slumped down on the broken street that is part of the ruins of Tharbad, I could faintly hear the echo of the those who I had incinerated with fireballs a few moments ago. The trim of my robes have been slowly but surely been singed more and more every battle I partake in.

"Is this the way you want me to follow Amarthatar?" I mused to myself.

The silence was broken occassionally by a snake slittering around an old campsite nearby. Suddenly I heard it, a noise, no a ringing to be more precise. It became clearer and clearer until it wasn't a ringing but a voice calling my name. It slowly became a chant rather than a call and then I understood it.

"Amarthatar needs you! Amarthatar commands the blue flame be unleashed once more!" It went over and over again.

I knew what was expected of me, so I rose quickly and unhitched my horse. I quickly lead it out of the ruins and mounted it as soon as I could. I galloped steadfastly towards the source of the chant, and eventually descried from afar the Grey Havens. A smile started playing on my lips, but in this stage of the game I know not if it's because I truly enjoy the killing of elves, or because I know I serve Amarthatar well.

As I entered the Grey Havens tower, I noticed the slain corpse of an elven guard and knew the others were expecting me. When I reached the top the chanting ceased and came upon two of my brethen; the Turamarth himself and a faithful follower. The Turamarth stood up slowly, and I knew he was the one who had been beckoning me, while the other was most likely standing guard over him.

We didn't need to exchange explanations and after taking a quick inventory of the weapons of the others, I immediately handed my sharp longsword to the Taur, knowing I wasn't going to need any weapon for the situation at hand. I wielded my Holy Doom staff and nodded to my comrades, as we all kneeled to ask the favour of Amarthatar.

Amarthatar was listening, for a blue mist descended upon us, and we all quickly forgot our fatigue and were eager to draw elven blood. Cirdan's deathbell had just rung.

We burst into the room like Amarthatar's right hand itself, quickly scanning the room for our targets. The follower busied himself with an elven messenger who immediately jumped up to defend his lord, and the Turamarth and I focused on Cirdan.

The battle was over faster than I expected. The messenger fell first, and then Cirdan, under steady and even blows from the Turamarth, and the merciless volley of my fireballs eventually succumbed.

As Cirdan's body went limp and slowly started to bleed to death, the Turamarth left the rest to us, and the follower kindly acknowledged the glint of battle madness in my eyes. I quickly grabbed Cirdan's limp body, screamed, "Aglar'ni Amarthatar!" and a blue flame incinerated his body!!!

Ahhh, battle what it does to a man!

As I rode away from the Grey Havens, a smile played upon my lips, and I closed my eyes and thanked Amarthatar for giving me the chance to serve him.