Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151202042359/@comment-26863727-20151203054006

Faenor of the Silver Laurel wrote: Faenor lowers Rhîwrûth, and slides the nocked arrow back into the quiver clipped at his belt.

"Speak, then. But be warned: I have little patience for the servants of darkness." Golmag approaches, stepping over the dead Uruk.

"First off, I believe I owe you a thanks for killing that one for me. I think he was going to try to overthrow me soon. The wise-woman of our clan had a vision. This is important to my people's survival." Golmag simply explained. "You really put such stock in divination that you are willing to set aside hatred that's been around for thousands of years? Forgive my doubt." Deximus said. "He speaks the truth. Such creatures place great faith in soothsayers, especially the Graug Clan of Mordor and the Misty Mountains. That's yours?" Darrius asked the Uruk. "Yes. My people are often divided, but when the wise-woman has a vision which involves the safety of the clan as a whole we immediately band together. It has always been so, and always shall be." Golmag says. "Show of hands on who's willing to work with them?" Darrius asks. He raises his hand, and after some deliberation Deximus does as well. An Uruk also raises his arm, before being punched in the side by one of his fellows.