Thread:Dark dwarves 2/@comment-26295802-20170418001401

Hirgon's camel trotted amiably beside him as he journeyed yet another day into the seemingly endless desert of Harad.

After The Great War, evil was nearly vanquished, and opprotunities for great deads were getting harder and harder to come by. So Swan Knights began pushing the boundries of the known world. Some went questing in the great jungles and savannahs of the south, some in the frozen wastelands of the north, some in the red mountains of the east. But Hirgon himself decided to set off across the Great Desert.

"Come along, Khamar." he says to the camel, "I'm sure we'll run across something sooner or later. At least I hope. I only have a few days of water left. But legend speaks of a great city this way, greater then even those of The South. A city of gold. We will find it, Khamar, if we have to journey to Valinor itself." 