Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26237442-20161209174031/@comment-26237442-20161217094721

A thousand pawprints in the snow washed away by the falling snow; a thousand screeches in the sky, drowned by the wailing winds; a thousands shadows on the horison, blocked by the bounds of credulity. The Grushnaskh are not overly amused by the number of incursions into their ancestral lands and swiftly travel to Utumno...