Board Thread:Middle Earth Rp Board/@comment-25754873-20150707163623/@comment-26084195-20150717205058

The shadowy figure looked down from his position on the ledge, watching the Orcs push their way through the thick snow of the small ravine. He gripped his bloodstained spear as he watched the beasts wade through the endless white. Then he vanished.

Down in the ravine, the Orcs looked around, forever wary. They were being hunted, and almost none of them knew what by. Though it may have something to do with that big gray fortress that sprung up over the course of a week. The caravan's leader peered through the snow. He panned to the left, then back to the right, then back to the left. Then he saw it.

It was only there for a second, it's deep black highly visible amongst the gray and white. but it vanished so fast he wondered if he had seen anything at all. Then black filled his vision, and he didn't wonder about much anymore.

The Orcish caravan watched in horror as their leader collapsed, and standing there was something that could give even them nightmares. It stood much taller than them, and it hold a bloodied spear. It was slender, with long limbs, half light-sucking black and half glittering white. Then it was gone.

Then all hell broke loose as Noldorin rangers plunged down into their ranks from the cliffs around them, led by the same black and white warrior. The Orcs, disarrayed, leaderless and caught by surprise, were dispatched quite quickly. The Noldorin and their curious leader left just as quickly as they came, leaving no trace of their presence beyond Orcish corpses and red-stained snow.