Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26210095-20150920123942/@comment-25344655-20150922165404

Glosur smiles,

"Indeed, murderer, slaughterer, woodland princeling, you do not deserve to command this forest for another second. I accept."

Glosur steps foreward, ready for any ambushes or tactics, with his throwing axes, bow, dagger, mithril axe and armor. You notice he has fixed the neck chink in his armor.