Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26767096-20160525184148/@comment-26486187-20160603123608

"5 years ago, Mirendir, a well known Gondorian scribe, was looking around the libaries. He found a scroll, a steel plated chest, with the Quendi marks "Death". He, being the curious fool he was, emmideatly opened it and held the paper. The moment he touched it, I was able to make a mental link to him. I latched myself onto his mind, and stayed there. I hopped in and out once in a while, but never too long. Life for him continued as normal, until the council 2 weeks ago... Why do you think he went so suddenlt. I had managed to control his mind, but for only 10 minutes. I got him to grab the paper again, this time for so long that I was able to enter his mind fully. Secretly, but fully. Then, today, seeing that I would have to make my move, I let a caravan full of Uruks in. Do you really think I did not know about those scum? I smelt their stench the moment they got inside the Rammas! It backfired when one hit me, but what does it matter... I have done what I wanted to do, sabotage those filthy Dúnedain! Now, farewell..."

- In a similar manner to the King of the Dead, he fades away... -

So! The update! Mirendir is dead, and I am playing as Sorthog!