Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20150114030730/@comment-25344655-20150212204114

(ps I control the green dwarves and they aren't doing anything right now, save marching 10,000 of their elite to join with the army)

Glosur walked back into a corner and took out a item and opened it, inside was a painting of a woman, with a ring around her finger. Glosur had the same ring. A tear shed from Glosurs face before a voice in his mind said:

"It is time, Glosur. You know what to do."

Glosur nodded, and quickly grabbed his stuff, and walked out of the grey keep.

--Menwhile in the various dwarf lands around Middle-earth--

-Iron Hills & Erebor-

Thorin III stood on a platform overlooking the barracks and the training rooms.

"Dwarves! Now is the hour! Remember what they did! The orcs of the north! NOW WE HAVE VENGANCE! We will make them wish they never took our lives, OUR LANDS! WE MARCH TO THE MISTY MOUNTAINS!"

Durin's folk, assembling their largest force, but still leaving the iron hills well guarded, marched towards the Misties, they attack from the north down.