Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-25344655-20150117001517

"I- ugh, teleporting, always teleporting! By Mahal why couldn't I have gotten that power!"

Glosur looked to the mountains of white and a flash hit his head and he fell to his knees, it was him, but it wasn't...he had a bright white beard and he wasn't wearing his traditional red dwarven royal clothes, it was a white robe with silver trim, he was king of the white mountains.

Another flash hit his head, it was white mountains him, but it was him in a war, not a regular war, a world war even. He was then flashed to a flat land, it was only him and Eureka, battling hoards of orcs and trolls, working like a well-oiled machine. It looked like we were going to win when a dark figure approached, eureka charged it and was knocked aside immediately and knocked out, White mountains Glosur charged the being but the creature turned away and created a warp and spoke:

"Well dwarf, I see that you have recovered some parts of your miserable life, oh your friend? I will take care of him soon enough...Good day."