Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25754873-20141220155141/@comment-25344655-20150114030245

Glosur was outraged, 2 of his kin had been murdered by something, and he was going to look at it.

He kneeled down at the dwarf bodies, and investigated them, he was about to leave when he noticed the feather, this feather was not an ordinary feather, he had learned of all the animals and landscapes of far harad during his stewardship.

"Slythe"

He threw the feather on the ground and threw his broadsword against the wall.

"Where are you going milord?" said one of his warriors

"A friend"

Glosur knew very well what it was Slythe got, and if that egg was ever hatched, he knew who it would go for first.

Glosur pulled out the Silmaril, and he walked to the fortress of Eureka.