Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160127181644/@comment-26444332-20160217153101

"Well... Your armies will die if they try, I'm afraid. One step into this forest, and you are under my shroud, not your own. In this realm, I hold sway, and this realm I shall defend."

Faenor shifts aim slightly and releases the arrow, spearing through Sorthog's hand and releasing Cenior.

"Now, be a good little puppet of Morgoth and run back to daddy. Perhaps he'll give you his mace, too, and the rest of his cast-offs."