Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20151122010838

The wind blew down into the great pine valleys of Ered Nimrais, Glosur and his son were overseeing the patrols on the battlements, and the lively flags and banners of Silfrond were flying high. That is, until a terrible dry wind flew in from the north, trees themselves uprooted and flew around. Suddenly a blast of fire blew apart a watchtower on a mountain over, and a large fire drake swooped into the valler, burning all before him. He walked up to the gate, and gave a blast of fire, turning the doors (Though not the entire gate) to rubble, Glosur dragged up Glorin, and warning horns echoed through the white mountains, the surrounding cities of men could here the sound, but didn't know what it meant. The legions of dwarves arrived, and began to fight the dragon, their morale unwavering. Many pikes stuck into the dragon, but its hide was too strong. Glosur stood up, his dwarven ring proudly showing off, The ragon turned to him...

" I want that ring, give it too me... I will take it by my death!"

he dragon charged, by Glosur slid down and swung at the dragons stomach, creating a wound, it roared and breathed a large breath of flame killing many dwarves. Soon the dragon had taken the citadel, and had perched himself in the hoard. Streams of dwarves, men and elves flew out of the burning kingdom. They fled to gondor and dol amroth, but Glosur and Glorin were determined. They fled to eriador and worked hard.

Welcome! First, say what your character reacts, (if you control a kingdom, say how thek ingdom as a whole reacts as well.)

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