Thread:Tybereous/@comment-27168578-20160104185808/@comment-25606723-20160104211747

Tybereous watches his friends and kin die sadly. He would have had a peaceful kingdom, one of such wealth that none would have to buy. All could concentrate on the inventing of new and better ways to do things. He sighed in regret. He was older than he was one hundred years ago, when he had fought Sorthog before. He felt his age weighing upon him. Over two and a half ages of Middle Earth. He prepared to face his doom, in the form of a red-eyed maniac. This was his fate then. He drew his swords. This was his fate....