Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-198.236.0.34-20141029160821

Eureka is on his daily stroll through his lands upon his horse, Amontaro. His little kingdom was doing quite well, he thought. The foothills were growing greener thanks to the Elves tending to the earth. Quendite crystals were beginning to form in the stones beneath, and the gray keep was a watchtower against those orcs who may deign to leave Mordor via the black gate.

And yet, the general-turned-lord couldn't shake the feeling that the war was not over. The Under Mountain and Dol Guldur remained strong, and while Dol Guldur and Gundabad may be limited to a single mountain and a hilly patch of forest, the enemies in the east remained problematic. Mordor had just recently recaptured Dol Guldur, but with so few forces to keep hold of it, the fortress was reduced to a simple watch. Most of the orcs were still trying to make the capital city in Nurn into a formidable fortress. But without the aid of Dol Guldur or Gundabad, progress was slow indeed.

There are also rumors of strange beings appearing near Dunland. Tall riders in glittering green black armor, frightening the locals into their houses and forts. Eureka had no idea whether these rumors were true, but the rohirrim say that sometimes they can see pillars of smoke rising from Dunland.

And then there was the issue that no one had heard from the Iron hills in a few months now...