Board Thread:Custom Lore Development/@comment-25597877-20160614014859

III: Scrolls

Farnin's arrival was an unexpected setback but a welcomed one, it reminded Galim that he needed food and rest. He couldn't complete his work without them.

It was a bit of a struggle getting into Orthanic, ents aren't bribed easily but in the end all it took were a few false promises to stop cutting down south Fangorn. One scroll he managed to get from an elvish historian led him here, funny he thought, he used to come here on the monthly back in the third age, now this may have been his first time stepping foot in the tower in about 40 years. It ttok about two hours of scouring shelves to find the tome, but it indeed was there, browned papers from the first age, the edges eaten away by the ages and insects but nonetheless what he needed. Hopefully this would be the last clue before he got to what he needed.

Now it had been nearly a year since his aquisition of the silver mines, and all was going to plan. "It" was finally ready. He would have it sent to Kheled-Arnin while he found what he needed in Tol Morwen...

IV: Idols

Glosur could see it from his tower, a massive purple object headed for the city. He would be concerned had he not seen the Ironbeard Continental banners alongside it. As he exited the front gates to see what this was he saw his old and great friend, Galim Ironbeard.

"My my, Galim how are you! It has been far too long friend"

"Friend?" Galim let out an quick exhale, as if it were a single chuckle not followed through "Yes it has been long..."

Glosur bas taken slightly aback, he knew Galim, Galim was a fun man who always had a joke and joy in his face. Perhaps it was just age, Glosur had almost forgotten that his friend was bound by time. "So what's this?" Glosur questioned, pointing at the purple cloth covered object

Galim's smile grew a bit, "A little gift" with a hand signal the laborers stopped rolling the object on the logs and pulled down the cloth. It was beautiful, it stood hundereds of feet high made of pure gleaming silver. A statue of Glosur's exact likeness, down to the smallest detail. Narclos was held high and gleamed in the sun as a great silver shield bearing the insignia of the Union sparkled on the statues other arm.

"I-I don't know what to say Galim, it's beauty and symbolicness is unrivaled, i shall have it pla-" Glosur's words were cut short by shock, Galim sent another hand signal and men at the top of the statue began pouring down black liquid onto the statue. "What's going on Galim? What are they doing?"

Galim's face lit up in an expression of defiant glee. Glosur had never seen that face on him before, it was a horrible mixture of joy and madness. With one final hand symbol Galim began walking away, and with that a torch was thrown. Glosur could feel the heat from where he stood, an inferno of orange blocked out any view of the original gleaming silver. Narclos began to warp and bend, some spots were quite literally dripping with molten silver and in the midst of it all Galim didn't look back once 