As a servant of the Dark Lord

Your name is

[A1]- Gnash

[A2]-Baldor

[A3]- Other (please provide0

You are an old orc, the oldest orc in existence to be exact. You were one of the first Uruks created by the dark lord, and you pride yourself on that fact. You stand at the ripe old age of 120 years, any normal orc would have died a long time ago, whether from the sword or from old age. You continue to perform your tasks as if you're in the prime of your life, and strangely enough, you still feel like a young orc again. Your fighting spirit has been well documented among the other orcs her at home in Mordor, you have shown your expertise in combat by

[B1]- Fighting alongside Sauron against the Human and Elvish scum on the slopes of Mount Doom

[B2]- Going on raids into Gondor lands for women and weapons

[B3]- Being specially trained by the Witch King himself at Minas Morgul

[B4]- Other (please provide)

Long have you and your brethren hid amongst the shadows and fire from the peering eyes of Humans standing on the Black Gate, too long. You look to your left as you sense footsteps coming up behind you, you quickly unsheathe your sword, and wait for the assailant to show themselves. You see and hear the half dead shrubs rustle with movement when you lunge forward and have your sword at your lieutenants throat. Your lieutenant like much of the other like him are short compared to you, as the goblin looks at you impassively as you remove your blade from his throat. Just how tall are you?

[C1]- five feet

[C2]- Six feet

[C3]- Seven feet

[C4]- Other (please provide)

Your lieutenant, Snarg, like most of his kind are only around four feet tall on average, where as the usual orc stands around five and a half feet tall. "Damnit Snarg! Haven't I told you to announce your presence when coming to me?"

"Very sorry sir."

What kind of Uruk are you?

[D1]- Against the grain (kind)

[D2]- Cruel

[D3]- Manipulative

[D4]- Other (please provide)

"I've brought a message from Minas Morgul sir. It's from the Dark Lord in Dol Guldur, it's directed to you personally sir." A letter directed to you from the Dark Lord himself?

[E1]- This is a first

[E2]- I've received many of these before

[E3]- I've been waiting for his reply

[E4]- Other (please provide)

"Thank you Snarg. I'll be back at the camp in a bit, where are you off to?"

"Back to Minas Morgul for me. I'm working as a messenger for the Witch King and the nine, it seems as if they're stirring. They're sending more and more messages between themselves and Dol Guldur." Snarg said as he lumbered off in a gait similar to those who spend their time climbing structures more than walking. Snarg had been taken from the Mines of Moria themselves for this particular task of delivering messages. You remember how excited he had been when he had first arrived at Minas Morgul and you two had met.

Why did you leave the great fortress?

[F1]- The aura that would make a human insane was becoming uncomfortable for you as well

[F2]- Being around so many Nazgul wasn't good for your health

[F3]- You were transferred over to another camp

[F4]- Other (please provide)

You glance at the fading Goblin, as you look back down at the letter sealed in Magic only a few could get past. What could be so important for Sauron to personally send you a letter. You look back up at the men on the wall peering down at the barren land of Mordor, a reckoning is coming. The nine have been hidden for all this time, if they're risking their secrecy now, something big must be close to happening. How do you open the letter?

[G1]- You know how to use a little bit of magic

[G2]- You call out to Sauron to release the spell

[G3]- You try to open it manually

[G4]- Other (please provide)