Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141031230748

The Necromancer stared. Glosur had somehow united all the free peoples of middle-earth.

He went quickly through a series of emotions. The first was shock and amazement.

"How did he manage that without my seeing?"

The next was rage.

"I'll burn that stumpy-legged fool in the hottest fires of our torture chamber! He will rue the day he ever crossed me!"

The third was enlightenment.

"Hang on..."

The fourth was satisfaction.

"He's doomed all the free peoples. None are capable of destroying spirits but those able to cast powerful enough spells. And there's only one being besides me who can do that." He turned his gaze upon the Gray Keep. "The one sorcerer powerful enough to face my might. The Ender-machine freak who calls himself 'Eureka'."

Within days, the Gray Keep had a multitude of trenches set about 300 feet in each direction from the endless chasm surrounding the Keep, each filled with orcs and spiders and trolls. He had himself even set an enchantment that would prevent Eureka from teleporting out (this is after he gets things cleared up with the wraith orc, so he's trapped in there.)

While this was happening, the Necromancer set about raising even more spirit warriors.

"Soon there'll be no stopping me."