Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-27168578-20160127181644/@comment-25606723-20160303014232

Morgoth the first dark lord wrote: The army pushes forward with donors raised. Arrows come every minute and elves die every second as well as orcs. Sorthog stands still, his weapon raised, his eyes glowing, his heart beating. Against him stands the lord of Lorien, Faenor and behind him stands the son of the fallen Tybereous, the king of the fallen Utumno, Dakath and in the side stands Cenior, the only one that can take the throne of the reunited kingdom. As the battle was continuing, those three weres standing still and in the middle, was Sorthog, stronger than ever before this bloody day, the day with no sun. The day that the kingdom of Arnor fell, the day that Rohan fell, the day that Mirkwood fell. The day that all will end. Heads upon pikes, blood spilled eveywhere. The shadow covering the now red sky. Kill upon kills and deaths upon deaths. The last battle that is...but who knows? (I wonder how this will end? It would be ironic if Sorthog kills us all, after 4 RPs.)