Within the derelict mines of Moria, the desperate passage of a fledgling fellowship, along with the incessant cries from a hoard of blood-thirsty orcs, rouse an ancient beast from its age long slumber. Stalking within the shadows of the long-abandoned halls, the foul creature seeks to annihilate this band of trespassers. With flames and fury, none shall escape its wrath.
Perched upon the crumbling ruins of Khazad-dûm, its ferocious awaking rocked the very foundations of the Misty Mountains, alerting all within of the impending doom. The Fellowship can only stagger upon the edge of despair, surrounded by pitch-black chasms and collapsing stones, as they realise what hunts them; a Balrog, a foe beyond any of them.
