Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160104235339/@comment-26041296-20160119025626

Turatamo, lacking a horse, sips a little and sprints. He runs like no one has before, not even as Morgoroth fleeing from the Valar in that age old battle. After an hour of constant running, he makes it to Caras Gael Gol. He stops and gasps in disbelief in what he sees. Smoke rises from the ashes, and there is almost nothing left. Turatamo screams in agony, which rivals even the scream of Morgoroth in that one mountain range. Falling on the ground, he weeps, for his haven, his people, his family, is Dead. He then begins to fade... fade from grief.

[Enter Faenor, who recieved the distress signals from Caras Gael Gol]