The Witch King Rises Again

Angmar was brooding while wandering the shadows of his halls. His last encounter with the ponies hadn't ended well. 'For them.' He thought. They were weak, pitiful even. They would not find mercy in him.

'Really now?'

Angmar stopped dead in his walk. 'That voice.....' He hadn't heard that voice since.....since..... 'Since this damn ring came to my finger.....' This world is full of surprises...... His mind shoved that small spark down into the bowels of his mind, hoping to remove what it was before he fully remembered. It seemed to work, the voice was little more than a memory. He wouldn't let it come forth again without cause. He continued walking through the halls, grumbling to himself when an idea graced his mind. He was going to just use some of his guards to scout the land, but a memory from the one they had deemed Sombra told him of something even better. They had creatures known as 'Timber Wolves' that seemed to carry a large amount of  fear wherever they went. Angmar needed more minions anyway, so why not make some interesting ones.

He sent mental commands to some of his basic guards to bring some of the excess iron he had fashioned into large bricks when he had finished with the castle and stored the lower storage sections of his fortress, along with the other unnecessary metals. They retrieved ten of the many and took them to the courtyard of his fortress. Not long after he had arrived he had dismissed the guards and Alduin joined him. Angmar looked into the dragon's eyes and found they reflected much of himself. Its' mind was created from his after all. He turned to look at the ten blocks. Ten, seems to be his 'lucky number' as the hobbits and men would say.He found no solace in the saying though, it was simply convenient for him. He extended his arm to the ten iron blocks in front of him, staff in hand. Channelling the magic within the crystals, he turned the iron to liquid. Holding the image of the timber wolves in his mind, combining it with his knowledge of the beasts the orcs rode on scouting missions, the wargs. He shaped the iron in front of him, moulding the liquid with his magic into beasts the orcs wouldn't dare touch. Much like his elite guard, they began to take shape with the paws and legs first, slowly the metal snaked its way up the hardening bodies. Angmar didn't pour any of himself into the wolves like he did with his sentinels, they weren't expected to be in sword combat after all. But he did give some manner of intelligence to them, he also distinguished one of them to be the pack leader by using some silver. It took longer than he had expected to make the scouts. Angmar had put more creative effort into them then he had intended. 'They are going to be my representatives in this world until I reveal myself. I don't want to give them the wrong impression. Angmar reasoned, chuckling in his mind. He looked upon his newest creations with pride. They were the size of the wargs, but had the features of normal wolves. Well, normal, massive, iron wolves. Angmar was proud of his work. Now though, was not the time to stand by admiring his own prowess.

"Go my servants. Find he who would control ME for his own purpose. Bring that excuse for a king to me!" Angmar moved to where he could see the town he had originally visited and moved his gaze around the landscape. He watched as the wolves ran out of his fortress and down the mountain. He made sure to give the pack leader enough of a magical construct that would replace its' brain so that it could simply be given a task and order the rest of the pack in finer details. Stealth wasn't really Angmar's forté.

No matter. Someone will find Sombra, and he will know his fury. Whether the 'princess' likes it or not.

Twilight was unsure of how to feel, but how else could she feel, other than afraid? First a new creature shows up, claiming it is the 'Lord of the Nazgul' whatever they are, then when attacked shows that it is far more powerful than anything other than an alicorn should be. When she had gone into the forest to find it and see if it was friendly, and would accept an apology, she saw it was able to build an entire castle within the time it took her to walk to the mountain it had fled to. And when she entered, she found Sombra, likely trying to strike a deal with this 'Nazgul', and being punished for some reason. Now she walks up the castle grounds, those of the princess not the lord, and wondering what to tell them. Sombra was returned, and also has an enraged bipedal wraith after him who was powerful enough to create a fortress in less than a day, bend a dragon to his will, and throw Sombra through a foot of solid iron breaking all of his legs and screaming, reading his mind to learn to speak their language (but Twilight figured it was for a much more 'tortuous' reasons) and commanding her to find him so he may face punishment. Twilight realised that she was getting closer and closer to the doors that held the thrones. She stood outside the doors, the guards wondering why she didn't open it, or ask them to. She composed herself, took in a breath, and prayed she could retell the story without falling to fear by simply reliving the memories. She released some magic at the door and they opened to the princess of the sun and moon sitting on their thrones talking about something. By their facial expressions, Twilight could guess what about.

As Twilight walked up to them with her head low the princesses noticed her and stopped their talk. "Why hello Twilight. How goes the dealings with this creature?" Celestia asked with genuine curiosity.

Twilight took a deep breath. "Has Luna explained what she saw?" Luna nodded. "Then... I guess I will start after that........"

.......

"....... So now it wants Sombra, and says that he will be sending out scouts ,or something, to make sure we don't hide him, or to look where we won't I suppose." Twilight concluded, and looked back up to Celestia, something she hadn't done since she got into the throne room. "Celestia, I have always had you for guidance when I needed it, so I ask you now. No. I beg you, please, tell me what to do. I don't want to risk lives for somepony as dark as Sombra, but I know that whatever this is has no care for life and it feels wrong just to give Sombra to it, if it means his death." Twilight sat on her haunches and began to sob. This thing will kill many to see its' goals achieved and won't feel a twinge of pain towards what it had done. "I don't know what to do...."

Celestia seemed at a loss for words. She never really needed to gamble with lives, Discord only wanted fun, Sombra wanted slaves, Chrysalis wanted to feed her people. This thing wants to kill, as if lives were simple toys, ones that could be broken, replaced, built and thrown away. Celestia took a deep breath as she looked out one of the windows. Her thought was interrupted by a guard bursting through the doors.

"Princess Celestia! He's here! He's here!" The guard lowered his head panting.

"Who is?" Twilight asked. Although she had a very suspicious feeling.

"It's-it's Sombra! He seems badly injured and is requesting sanctuary from some ghost-like creature! What should we do?" The guard, Twilight and Luna all looked up to Celestia. She paused in deep thought.

"The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few." She looked around at the ponies, watching the realisation of what she meant sink into their faces. "Twilight, send word to this Witch King, tell him we have him detained and he is requested at the trial. He can be in any position he wants during the trial." Celestia stood up and began to walk for the door and towards the courtyard where Sombra should be. "I  will take care of our guest."