Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25344655-20151115041425/@comment-26444332-20151117205713

Faenor opens his mouth as if to say something, then grasps his head as if in pain. All the council room plunges into darkness, and beholds fragments of images of times gone by coursing through the reborn Sinda.

Plunging into the Abyss with Shadow and Fire, falling, desperately fighting...

An ancient city, once fair, now in ruins, with a single archer in the topmost tower, hopelessly trying to bring down the dragon circling...

A lone warrior, saluting with his blade, as hundreds of Orcs rush at him with snarls and curses...