Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20151106072046

(Its the fourth age, be honest and in character, How would your character in this world react?)

Glosur swung his sword hard against an orc neck as he led his dwarves in a charge against mordor itself. His numbers were almost 10,000 against the 50,000 orcs, trolls, men, and goblins. He let out the bloodcurdling scream,

"Baruk Khazad! Khazad-ai-menu!"

He stood on a rock and motioned foreword, and suddenly one-thousand dwarves on rams charged down into orcish ranks, the rams charged straight through holding banners of silver mountains and gold stars. Then came the pike men, legions of dwarves with long silver pikes and tough armor. They cut through the remaining orcs lleft over from the rams. Then the trolls came. They swang down and destroyed many rams, Glosur was shocked but composed himself,

"Kibil fur Khazad!"

He swung his sword foreward and led another charge of dwarven infantry, at the same time large ballista took out many trolls. The black uruks countered the charge and more and more orcs came swarming in. Their Gondorian allies had perished at the Morrannon, now Saurons eye was focused on the dwarves alone.

"Ish Khachfil Frodo, hurry up already!"

Glosur finally joined the fighting with the final line of dwarven infantry, the goats had already either fallen back to the morrannon or died. It was clear if Frodo didn't throw that damn ring in soon, they would have to retreat. But miraculasly, they fought their way to Barad-Dur with 6,700 dwarves left. But more orcs came, this time led by the worst commander of all, a Nazgul. Glosurs eyes widened, but he had one last trick.

"RACKHAM BACKHAM!"

Large bolts flew out with spinning blades, tearing the wraith's mount apart, and sending him crashng to the ground, the orcs let off a volley, and Glosur was forced to take cover, but one hit him square in the left shoulder, his shield fell beside him. to make it worse, the ringwraith appeared again, in front of him. Glosur threw an axe, which he just deflected. In one last attempt he drew his sword and attempted to fight off the beast, to no avail. the Ringwraith plunged a sword into his stomach, and glosur's last thought were the dwarves making a retreat, dragging his body behind him, and the tower of Barad-dur falling.

--The next day--

Gandalf stood in Kheled-arnin...In the tombs... his voice cracked as he said it but he did. Thousands, millions of dwarves, men, and elves were gathered at the tombs. He gave a speech.

"The King, has come onto his own, Under mountain, under stone. Send him now, unto the deep, unto earth, and eternal sleep. Under mountain, under stone...And through all the lands, let it be known!

The king! Is dead!"

The dwarves all chanted,

"LONG LIVE THE KING!" 