Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20151216231639/@comment-26863727-20151220002705

The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: Auraestus wrote: Glosur growls,

"You cannot deny our birthright."

He shows a blade of mithril, narclos. "'Birthright', is a myth! How many failed attempts to take Moria will the Dwarves need before you stone brains realize that hole under Redhorn isn't yours anymore?"

Alduin is more than ready to kill someone if need be by this point. He finds a blade at his throat...

"Believe me when I say, I'm having trouble repressing the urge to slay you..." The claws of a healthy male Dovahzul of the minority black scaled Reldaal ethnicity should be stronger than steel, and razor sharp. He finds these, and Alduin's fingers up to the second knuckles, embedded in his gut. The other hands bolts upward, digging into the would-be killer's forearm. Glosur finds Alduin's powerful leg in his face. Taking the opportunity to gain breathing room, Alduin gets onto the table, drawing his sword as he does so. The blade glows scarlet in his anger. "You and all those who would see my people removed from the world, do not ignore my warning. RECKONING WILL COME!"