Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-26295802-20150905225307/@comment-25344655-20150909050803

Glosur walks along the streets, thinking of how this city was in the Glory days of men...how long he has lived, he has looked upon the beauty of Numenor, gazed the grandest dwarven hall in it's prime, Khazad-dum, and walked in the forests of fangorn...from the years of the trees to the third age he has walked, fought, and died for this world. It is time to do so again it seems, and as the heated breese blows in from Mordor, he thinks how evil is always stopped, in the end. Even if it wins, Good can exist without evil, but evil cannot exist without good. Even when he faces the great serpents and Balrogs of Morgoth, he thought these same words, and led charges of his dwarves throught the ages. It is a shame he couldnt do so again. With these thoughts he fell asleep.