Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25344655-20151115041425/@comment-25344655-20151116220132

Glosur had a flash of fear on his face, (not for the reason you think) but engaged them, slashing at one and cutting at the other. He had just enough time to use a dwarven horn to call reinforcements, but they wouldn't reach in time. Glosur knew what would happen, but was holding them off. He grabbed a torch,

"By the light of Mahal you shall all leave!"

The torch grew bright and the wraiths backed away, but it wouldn't last long. Glosur threw an axe at one, and parried the other, slowly he was losing ground, the wraiths were purging with energy as if sauron were alive. Glosur still had much strength in him.

(make your enterance tough, these wraiths are strong.)