Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20151209204922/@comment-26444332-20151222061109

Edacnik wrote:

"You must leave now. I have much to do..." The Evradawn dismissed Faenor glumly. "I shall visit the Edhellith ere I return home. Look for my kindred's coming, when all seems lost."

Faenor stands up shakily, a carved staff of Brethil heartwood and silver in his hand.

"Mash the shadowblight into a paste and edge your weapons with it. It's a natural poison to demons and Bloodlords; they can't touch it without being burned or worse. Use it sparingly though, it loses potency after a few days."

Faenor sets off for the desert, grey robes and frayed grey cloak quickly masking him against the ashen landscape of the Skrab lands.