Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27718380-20160119194933/@comment-26210095-20160120204606

Heartgold1234 wrote: One of the few assembled there (I'm raising the number from six to allow more people if necessary) are all very afraid. But one of them, a young farmer's lad of about fifteen speaks up. 'You think we should just abandon the world, don't you!' He looks at Damon. 'If you have so many weapons, but don't fight you're obviously a deserter, eh? And your 'nephew' looks rather like one of the soldiers under your charge. Where in Udun do you come from anyway? It matters not, I say we kill these idiots.' "How do you know I don't fight, boy! Although I have seen many winters, and my hair is white, the strength has not fully faded from me yet, not has my mind gone to waste. As for us being deserters, we were in a battle between us and the Orcs. We all fled, some back to Umbar, some to wherever they could find refuge. The army was shattered, and the navy was burnt by the Gondorians, before we found a common cause. There is no sense of fighting for a lost cause, but we keep the fight going, in our way."