Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26535281-20150901225907/@comment-25597877-20150907183533

Na'man mutters a spell "Let the skies bleed" and red clouds begin to form and empty their gruesome contents onto the fires extinguishing any burning tree-folk "Damn you Shurtagul, that cost me nearly a leigon's worth of spilt blood" he whispers to himself