Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20151223182430/@comment-25606723-20160108133224

Morgoth the first dark lord wrote:

Tybereous wrote: He watched these orcs for a little while. They would be swept before the tide soon enough. The armies he had seen were too great even for this to stop them. Slow them, maybe. But stop them entirely? Not a chance.

He knew the world was doomed. An arrow impaled him through the chest. Sorthog had been following him. He only heard "Good night" before he slept (What????)

Dakath's drake turns around slowly. It's rider is staring at Sorthog with flaming, horrible eyes. Dakath still has an arrow through his chest. "You chose this path, servent of the fallen one. You will pay for your underestimation of the Demonic powers given to me." He pulls the arrow from his chest and breaks it. It dissolves in his hands. No blood comes from the gaping hole that is left. You watch as it slowly seals itself. '''"For it is not me you see before you." '''The image of Dakath dissolves before his eyes. Sorthog's enemy had escaped. Again!