Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151203230843/@comment-26184570-20151208221301

Patrick.vtap wrote:

Argali1 wrote:

Patrick.vtap wrote: In the remotest, outer fringe of the galaxy, there exists a harsh, remote planet. It has no name, there are no sentient species, but at night black shadows creep from the trees. And on that planet, there is a lone man. He has built a hut, and forages for food in the day, and fends the creatures off by night. Now night is falling, and the shadows are coming out... Galad has heard rumors, of this, and is now preparing to inspect it. He watches the sun fall down from the home he has made at the top of the mountain. The signal fire is going strong. He looks out, at the slowly setting sun, in a conflagration of blue and silver. He sighs, contemplating his own existence. He dosent know who he is, and what his name is. He dosent need it, anyway. He has no one to talk to except the endless night and the creeping shadows. He has no idea what the clothes on his back are, or the weaoon he carries. He somehow knows the text on it reads "Aranruth". The sun has almost set, he unsheathes his blade, preparing to dance the deadly dance he plays every knight with the creeping shadows. He sights figures on the horizon.

Meanwhile........

Galad creates a miniature hurricane cell, sucking the object up into the eye and smashing it to bits. His gauntlet starts beeping. He clicks it, and says in a stressed tone: "I really have to go! I promise that when I get back, I will help you."