Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20170709222933/@comment-26295802-20170711185351

Imrahil stands peacefully on the balcony of Tirith Aear, overlooking his beautiful sea-side city. Ships are moored peacefully in the harbor, as sea-gulls cry distantly overhead.

He hears footsteps behind him, as Travian appears alongside and lays a hand on his shoulder.

"The troops are ready for inspection, as per your orders, sir."

Imrahil sighs, looking absently into the distant sunset.

"War is coming, Travian... I can feel it... The Steward cannot stop the storm that is coming..."

Imrahil quietly salutes the banner of Swan and Tree that flies over the tower, then turns on his heel, and walks back towards the stairs.

"Let's prepare the troops, Travian. I can't stop the darkness that has befallen us, but I can sure as Angband fight it."