Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20160802150021/@comment-26453572-20160802214849

Good.

It's been a week, and the days have grown increasingly cloudy. Distant lightning illuminates the sky. On one of the darkest days, a man bearing a metal staff with a yellow gem is seen at the gates of Minas Anor. He abandons his horse, and walks through the streets to his humble home. There is an eerie presence about him.