Big looming figure stands in dark corner of Minas Morgul's inner courtyard; muttering and devouring huge chunks out of various different animal and humanoid carcasses.

*ROAR*
Weaklings no hear more. Vrugzrk BASH! Many strange sounds weaklings speak. Vrugzrk no need to hear!

*lands his maul to the cave floor with loud thud*

Vrugzrk was taken to land in the middle of big water. There Vrugzrk fight many furry things untill weaklings understand that he no need furry blood. Vrugzrk had got hot yellow to his big hammer. Wielding hot yellow Vrugrzk kill even more!

*throws somewhat gnawed humanoid leg over his shoulder roaring crude guttural sounds*

Big lizard blood Vrugzrk needed. No furry blood!

*ROAR*

Young troll snarls in anger as he steps on something that burns him like extreme cold does. He picks up a crude looking blade and throws it at nearest snaga impaling it to the ground. Seconded by his mighty warcry he lazily takes couple steps and bites the head off from the twitching goblin and tears off the lifeless corpse to satisfy his ever growing hunger.

He picks up the blade and and swings it over his head shouting "Metal" in most horrible language ever uttered in Middle Earth.

After his feast he concentrates on squashing various surprising ingredients into rough black paste, thus making preparations to fullfill the task he has been ordered to do. Next to the jar he has steel reinforced crystal container filled with strange dark liquid.