Board Thread:Roleplay Ideas/@comment-25344655-20160505211115/@comment-25901581-20160519014108

Calok groans.

"So now we've got this Calogshnar person to deal with, and I'm still tired from all those balrogs I had to kill in the First Age! Killing a hundred thousand balrogs is no mean feat. I've got a feeling the Third Void is doing who knows what, I'd better ask him where this Calogshnar comes from. Drakos, your coming with me."

"Of course."

You might be a bit surprised to see a man walk out of the trees holding a sword. He has black hair, but his eyes are glowing purple, similar to how Calok's eyes glow red except he's actually got eye shapes. His sword looks like iron or steel but from the power resonating in it, it's probably closer to what Duskos is made of.

"Why don't you use your power here, Calok?"

"First of all, Eru would get all worked up if he noticed. That would be irritating. Second of all, such power would do who-knows-what to this universe and I'd rather not have holes in reality everywhere. I want to keep this world alive, not kill it. Third of all, I haven't had a proper sleep in three thousand years!"

Calok and Drakos disappear.