Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160711190118/@comment-26863727-20160813032832

"He approached me, and started by lecturing me on how none of us should be wandering alone out here, then told me there were other options for the Ring. He asked me if I would merely 'lend' him it, and I refused. Then things got bad. He tried to kill me with that throwing axe, and I managed to jump off and find one of my swords before he followed. Then we both saw that the Ring had fallen away from me. I knew I couldn't find it in time to flee, so I regrettably had to- thank the gods..."

This whole time he was frantically searching the ground for the gold circle, and finally found it just now. He slips the chain back around his neck.

"It's a tragic loss, for certain. I'm not sure if it was truly Turatamo I killed, but he'll be remembered. May he find peace in interitum."

With that he closes Turatamo's eyes. "It is always a saddening day wherein one is manipulated with their own grief into becoming someone they truly aren- what's that?"

A clanking sound, which all three soon recognize as the sound of moving warriors in armor, specifically mail or segmented specimens, is coming closer.

"A few hundred by the sound. Now is a time to run."