Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20151222005241/@comment-26005135-20151222221313

Eureka Enderborn wrote: Edacnik wrote: A random, black horse trots up to Eureka. "What the heck was than explosion about?!" No. She's dead.

Eureka keeps walking and walking, nonstop, until eventually he reaches a huge encampment both surrounding and within a small town. He's about to walk on in, but stops. He removes all of his armour, and begins to extensively clean and polish it. Once he's sure he'll be glistening, he walks on in to the Noldorin refugee camp.

As he walks through the makeshift streets, many express surprise or relief that he survived. He announced to everyone as he walked that there would be a meeting in the center of town in ten minutes. Ten minutes later, Eureka stood addressing a crowd of about 273.

"I know what some of you are probably thinking. That we're doomed, we've got no hope, that this is a disaster of epic proportions. I am here to tell you that only that last one is true. I realize what a bad situation you're all in. But I am going to tell you this: there is a way. I know of a place, a safe place. I can take you there, and there you can wait out this horrid storm in safety. It is very far to the south, in Far Harad specifically."

"How would we ever get there?" A voice cried from the audience.

"By boat. The Noldorin are the best ship makers in all Middle Earth, there's no doubt about that. So build ships, strong sturdy ships. Hunt and preserve food, lots of it. We must stick to the shores as we sail, in the event of a storm or other obstacle. We must work hard, but if we do, the safety of the jungle will be waiting for us." "Sounds good to me, but the Sand Elves (or what remains of them, since they lived in Harad which is fairly close to Minas Tirith) have heard nothing. There are still many of them. The Sand Elves can quickly march to Far Harad by walking through those cities that remain and set up some small villages before we can build better ones."