Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26237442-20161209174031/@comment-25606723-20170130195730

Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: Tybereous wrote: Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: TheShade6 wrote: "Flames..." his voice raises to a boom "FIRE IS MINE!" He sends out a massive inferno engulfing everything around him. Feel the burn of dragons mixed with the chill of death Sorthog's armor starts flaming and his red eyes glimse in the darkness. "You cannot fight flames with flames!" He yells. He pushes forward as the 4 shadow knight archers send enchanted cursed arrows to the Necropyre.

Meanwhile, Shadow Blade with his remaining orcs gets further inside Utumno killing every elf, burning everything they see. They find few flammable things, and most of what they do find are supports for unstable hallways that collapse on your head once burned. No elves are found in the upper levels. Guess who lost notifications... sorry xd So? Shall we finish it then? Might as well. Hah.

Sorthog is suddenly nowhere to be seen but a shadow appears on top of Utumno overwatching the black legions and the white mountains. "Isn't it such a great view?" It says with a calm but intimidating voice. "Yes, I'd say so." Tyb laughs bitterly to himself as he says it. "Tell me, Tybereous, why are you here? Why don't you try to defend your home?" "It was over before it began. We never had a chance." "So you don't care about your people? The ones who risked their lives for this powerless nation?" Sorthog laughs and continues "At last, you only ever cared for yourself..." "If I cared for myself, I would be with my agents in Northern Harad by now. Maybe I lost my care for my people and my home." "But you didn't answer my first question...Why are you here?" "I was waiting for you, actually. I don't want our fight to be interrupted this time." "I wouldn't want to lose the chance of tearing you to pieces..." "Good." He stands, and draws his duel swords. "Enough talk." Sorthog draws Deatrok and stands still. "I've enough of your idiocy, you will not stand in my way anymore." "Fair enough." Tyb mutters, and begins to back slowly towards the center of the 'arena'.