Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150603170855/@comment-25344655-20150605200113

On your way to Minas Tirith you see a dwarven army (Of about 500 with shining silver armor and on rams in the distance marching to Minas tirith, one however stood out, he was leading the group and had armor that seemed to suck in light, and an axe that seemed to constantly put it out. Eureka recognized him instantly as the (thought) dead Glosur Darloc.