Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20160110220435/@comment-26863727-20160114000302

The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: The Indomitable wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: Aramirtheranger wrote: Patrick.vtap wrote: A few guards board it, very wary.

@LOMM

"I would, except Travian, a despotic Dol Amrothan hell bent on revenge, has gathered a mercenary army. He plans to take us while our forces are spread thin. Also, Dol Amroth is not an easy enemy."

@Arahad

"And who would you be?" He lowers his hood. "I am Alduin, Lord of Dovahzul. And I have an interest in ensuring that the Gondorian rebels fail. I already am funneling my people out of The Reach through ways the Atmorans are ignorant of. What I want to know, is whether or not you are willing to make a deal." He feels a presence behind him.

"In that case, we have an interest in seeing you die slowly, and painfully for supporting the filth that harmed my kin. Oh, and it brought a pet! It's one of those hill bumpkins we like to ship off in chains! How much do you think he's worth?"

He notices that four are covered in blood, and another appears to have recently done "something" very wrong... Whichever one it is is an idiot for trying to sell slaves to a Dovahzul. He turns around and gives him a look that would make a Dwarf disgrace himself. No, he was saying he'd kill Alduin, and sell said friend. They've been tormenting the Gondorian apointed governor, and his family. Hakon snarls. "If I was armed right now, you'd be dead!"

"Calm, Hakon!" Arahad says.

(Ignore Alduin's actions in the previous post)

The Dov king gives Miriel a look. "My people are weak in conventional war at the moment, but we would be highly effective as allies against foes with stubborn streaks. Dwarves and several groups of Men for instance." "No, you'd be wishing you were dead. Offal of the hill. It was quite profitable to enslave the men of Rhudaur. Your folk are even stronger, and harder to break, it would provide good sport... As for you, lizard. I've helped my mother's kin by slaying scores of your degnerate kind." Alduin whirls about. "You will beg for death liin*! Your kin will be killed on sight when we have our land!"

(*as close as the language goes to "fucker")