Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20160704023544

A man sits down at his table, wandering his fingers through the smoke from the fire, dancing it around his fingertips. He then turns to look at you, his eyes merciless and his stare cold. His voice speaks as if from the devil himself.



"The Union...The empire of empires...Spanning from the green fields of the Anduin to the violent coasts of rock it kept the darkness at bay. Do you think it would last? The Union is busy tearing itself to pieces over their self proclaimed god, ignoring the growing eastern shadow. The Kingdoms of men are divided and weak, the elves are fading and the Dwarves hide away, dying from the inside out. Now the Union is weak, and while it destroys itself on petty matters of leadership we ride in anger and glory, to raze every settlement to the ground! So relish this time of bliss! Let your women cry and hide your children! For this is the time of the Edonyians has come! Fire and Death will come while you look to the petty armies of Mordor! For I have beheld the four horsemen, each bringing Death, Plague, War, and Conquest. The End of civilization is here, and I am the SPEAR!" 