Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26453572-20160222224745/@comment-26041296-20160222232748

(Finally!)

The day is nearly spent, and the last rays of the sun peak over the mountains. "Keep moving!" Shouts Turatamo, despite the fact they have been running for six hours straight.

At the Eastern Gates of Moria, the goblins have ammased a hunting party. They await the sun to sink just a little lower...