The portal spits you out near Minas Tirith, one of the biggest cities of all of Gondor. Below, a battle is raging as the orcish army relentlessly advances on your fellow man. You also notice two small creatures and a really ugly one chained.
Suddenly, you notice one of those huge morgul bird-type things shriek toward you. The cloaked wriath bores into his eyes with more intimidation than a Mylandian Black Robe Secret Police.
"Drak!! Barrel roll to the left!!" you order. Drak does so, as the ugly creature just misses, hissing like a dive bomber, You reemerge in perfect firing position. "Okay now, this ones gonna be toasty" your dragon growls.
He releases a beam of flame and the creature spirals to the ground, keening. A wild roar of ecstatic glee erupts from the human voices. You wave back, but refocus on the continued fighting going on below. You decide to...
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