Board Thread:Custom Lore Development/@comment-25344655-20160611233941

Glosur stood in the Silver Tower, overlooking the vast plains of Middle-earth, feeling the cool breeze blow down from the north through the foggy White Mountains he had called home for thousands of years. He smiled at the sprawling land around him, of all the worlds he has travelled too the vastness of Arda somehow outdid them all. Glosur was brought out of his pondering when footsteps were heard coming up the tower. Glosur turned with a questioning gaze.



"What are you doing up here, the tower is off limits t-"



His voice was caught in his throat at the person who stood before him, a tall man looking vaguely like Glosur, with the same dirty blonde hair. He held a staff in his arms and dressed in clothing deemed 'Otherworldly' by the people of middle-earth. The Man looked at Glosur and smiled.



"Glosur, you have been through so much. So many wars, so many conflicts. Hell, your own mind isn't right anymore, you don't even know how you came to be in the entirity of time, you need help."



Glosur, for the first time ever looked astonished, lost for words, he stumbled out a few things.



"Of c-course I do! I was a glitch in time, you of all people should know that."



"But yet at the same time you remember thinking you were born in the Blue Mountains as a dwarf, or descended from a long lost alien race. Please, come home with me, its time to stop running. Stop blocking the pain. It was eons ago."



"I will not, brother."



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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"You self exiled yourself brother, i've been looking for you in every realm imaginable. You are a wanderer, stop helping everyone else and start helping yourself. There isn't anything else you can do. You know you are the rightful ruler, you must come back. Stop containing yourself in these shells you call bodies."

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"I commited GENOCIDE, Vorin. I destroyed an entire galaxy! I do not deserve that type of power, not anymore. If I can't trust my own mind, then what can I trust?"

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"You can trust ME. I will watch over you, like you did with me. Please, come home, or else i'll have to drag you home by force."

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Glosur growled, and drew his sword, clouds gathered around the silver tower, lighting hitting the ground everywhere, and rain pouring with vigorous ferocity. His brother sighed and readied his staff, which now shone with a golden light.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"Lets get this over with."

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Vorin stood in a ready stance, as did Glosur. For minutes they just stood in that tower, studying each other, but then Vorin drew back his staff, seeming to get charged up, and let loose a blast of energy that shot Glosur off the tower and slamming into the mountain below. Vorin looked at Glosur from above, thinking himself already victorious, but then Glosur drew Narclos, and tightend his grip on the sword, his veins starting to glow red hot as Narclos started glowing with a strange silver glow.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Glosur aimed his sword back, and slammed it foreward as if to throw it, but at the last second a bolt of lightning hit the blade and arced off it into the silver tower. The entire place shook and creaked, as the tower of pure silver leaned ever more, eventually gravity took over, and the thousand+ year old tower fell onto the mountain slope, rolling and breaking up until it finally hit the valley of Kheled-arnin, crushing trees and sending the Palantir into a deep lake, lost. With it sent a group of terrified citizens fleeing into Kheled-arnin or the surrounding villages.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Suddenly, out of the silver gleaming rubble came Vorin, torn and bleeding, but still very alive. Glosur stood on a nearby mountain hill, pulling out a great horn and sounding it, the noise echoing across the entire valley. Vorin looked around as the great gates of Kheled-arnin opened about five minutes later, and a small group of soldiers marched out, and elven archers mounted the battlements. Vorin growled and sent a wave of energy at the archers, sending them slamming back into Kheled-arnin and breaking some of the supports for the gates.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Glosur growled and started making his way down the mountain, the small band of soldiers tried to make their way back into the city but it was too late, Vorin ran and impaled one before twirling and beheading another. As he was about to kill another Glosur tackled him, sending him face first into the cobblestone street. Vorin got back up as the last of the soldiers retreated into the gates. He growled

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"Why have you grown so attached to this planet! You belong at home, where you can shine with your true power, you don't have to apply by this worlds laws, so why do you!"

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"Fine, dont want me to abide by the laws? So be it!"

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Glosur closed his hand into a fist, as his veins lit up bright red and seemed to do a lightning pattern down his skin, as heat started to eminate from him, he kicked Vorin in the knee and grabbed his staff by the blade as it smoked with the heat, soon it glowed red as his hand melted the blade of the staff.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"I do not belong in your universe, I belong here now. I must repay what I have done."

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Vorin got up, and looked at the charred staff beneath him.

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">"Fine, but if you want to go this far, so be it. I knew you werent going to comply, so it seems I was forced to bring forth my own army, I even took the liberty to hire from your world. I think you call them orcs?"

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<p style="font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:26px;margin-bottom:0px!important;">Glosur looked with shock in his eyes, just before an explosion rocked the valley, and the entrance, once a small doorway, was now a large hole, and pouring from it thousands of orcs, chanting lyrics of war and chaos.

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