There's a stillness in the uncomfortably warm air as you enter the territories of Gorgoroth, a rumbling growl approaching that you're sure, as you grab your weapon, MUST be a wild Caragor... right? When a huge Olog, standing at about 11ft5 with a bulky steel mace larger than your entire body turns the corner? You can feel the blood drain from your face. He only has one eye, his lip ripped upward on the left side of his face and leaving a small hole where his other eye SHOULD be. Brass armour covering his towering form and a steel jaw guard in front of his face, the metal nailed to his skull, making all his gruff, jagged words boom and echo

"You tresspass. Prepare for death."