Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25356210-20151103025943/@comment-25344655-20151111123550

(Just so you know, the dwarves

The dwarves of Ered Nimrais soon push the furthest out of the free peoples, Glosur's son, Glorin, is like a gleam of silver in the night, he is seen taking on trolls and orcs like they were butter. He is a spitting image of Glosur and his regal silver armor (Which, interesting fact was made by the combination of Elves and Dwarves in the second age) he slashed with his axe and parried with his sword, dwarven war chariots reinforced with silver steel smashed through the orcish ranks, with dwarven infantry protecting, they were filled with a fire to rescue Glosur, and soon were cutting down so many the elves were running out of orcs to get too! (another note, I haven't killed them all, the dwarves are just ahead killing a lot of them.) The dwarven elites, the guardians of the silver peaks as they were called, which were never seen outside the mountains until now, were beautiful, they were quite literally the best of all races, the strength of a dwarf, the gracefulness of an elf, and the courage of men. They were also the tallest dwarves in the army, with some almost reaching six feet. Glorin and his army had swiftly taken morranon and pushed on, with arrowfire, ballistae bolts, and catapults the dwarven army was a fearsome force, the Eldar dwarves, the few dwarves that were immortal like the elves (they call it a gift from Glosur.) didn't flinch at the sight of evil, neither did Glorin. They left a path of death so great it was suprising even to Faenor's elves. They were quite literally a bright light in the darkness. Then it came with a blood curdling screetch, the nazgul. Glorin looked up, and immediately ordered a volley, but to no avail, as they were about to take many dwarves he called out fire, and large trebuchets launched what looked like fire, just fire at the nazgul. The fire hit three mounts and one nazgul, sending them crashing to the ground, to be battled by the dwarven warriors, the others flew off to find easier targets. There came a scream when Glorin was stabbed in the left shoulder, dropping his axe, he kept fighting with the same fury.

Glosur growled, and tossed him the pouch. before taking his crossbow and shooting him in the nose, and running by with an axe and cutting his front two legs, and began the climb up the mountain.

(Note, I didn't give you the ring, but you think I did, its on my neck.)