Mk the image A vast, nightmarish battlefield sprawls beneath a roiling storm of black clouds and sickly green lightning, where the scorched spires of Dol Guldur loom in the distance like the teeth of some colossal beast. In the foreground, ranks of monstrous Orc foot soldiers advance in a relentless tide, their twisted faces hidden behind spiked iron helms and their eyes glowing with infernal red light. Towering Uruk-hai march in locked shield formations, pikes leveled as berserkers drenched in dried blood charge ahead, swinging cleaver-axes and jagged maces with frenzied howls. Between their ranks, warg riders thunder past on slavering beasts, firing black-fletched arrows into columns of Mirkwood Elves braced in elegant emerald armor, their long curved spears planted against the charge. Mangled Elven banners and severed helms lie scattered in the churned mud, amid the broken bodies of fallen warriors. Massive trolls clad in patchwork plate swing crude clubs that send shockwaves of gore across the field, while siege towers bristling with flaming torches and bone trophies crawl forward behind them. Overhead, carrion crows circle the carnage, their cries drowned by the relentless blare of war horns. A colossal Orc war chief stands elevated on a platform of skulls, raising a black banner emblazoned with the Eye of Sauron, as the choking smoke and hellish glow of burning forests paint everything in lurid reds and ashen greys. The air tastes of blood and iron, every shadow seems See more