Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26041296-20160503023115

Uneasy dreams are following Turatamo. Being tortured in his mind, he finds himself face to face with Sauron, in his wicked glory. Dark waves of heat mixed with ashes cloud Sauron in a protective cloak of darkness. Turatamo is there, clad in Reddish Chainmail, with his Sword of Hatred gleaming a bright red. The vision zooms out, focusing on a pillar of stone that resembles Deximus. On this stone rests the One Ring of Power. Wanting to truely name his sword Sauron's Bane, Turatamo attempts to take the Ring from the statue, which is now trying to flee Turatamo. The hand of Turatamo came so close to this stone... just an inch away from his grasp... The vision faded, and Turatamo found himself upright, in the middle of Lothlorien. Noticing the grass beneath his back was soaking wet, Turatamo judges something serious has crossed his mind. Turatamo rests his head on the ground, pondering the strange sight that came to his mind...