Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplay Board/@comment-25356210-20151103025943/@comment-26444332-20151103213915

Faenor finally comes upon the source of the tracks. Two bandits are standing there, bickering and armoured in old Orc-gear from Angmar. He silently jumps down from the tree, long robes fluttering, drawing his knives off of his back with a spin and stabbing them through their necks as he lands to break his fall. After making sure they are dead, he searches them and comes up with a dirty and crumpled piece of paper.

"Hmm... The Ruling Ring... In the hands of a half-dragon?" Faenor murmurs to himself, stuffing the piece of paper into a pouch. He hastily buries the bodies so that they are not eaten by scavengers, and grimly continues on his way, determined to find this "Edacnik" and learn the truth of the matter.