Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141029014436

Eureka sat in the underground hall beneath the fort, surveying a map of the conflict. The rangers of the North were sending him constant updates on the situation. The vast Dwarven armies were dealing out heavy damage, but were taking much in return. tens of thousands of orcs and dwarves on each side had fallen so far. And yet, with all the combat and suffering, with all the successful and broken sieges, the dwarves had failed to save the altar at Gundabad.

As an Elf, machine, Enderman and sorcerer all combined, he could see things others might not. The altar to the Necromancer stood where Durin was born, and the orcs expanded a mighty fortress-city deep beneath Gundabad. The orcish armies were driven back through out Eriador, Arnor, the Ered Luin and the misty mountains, and yet Gundabad withstood the siege without the gates ever having fallen, and king Thranduil has barely survived yet another attack. Potentially even worse, the Easterlings are attacking the now-vulnerable Red Mountains, and mordor orcs attacked Osgiliath just the other day.

Suddenly, Eureka got an idea. He began plotting out the attacks, linking them with lines. Suddenly, he realized what was happening. He teleported away as swiftly as he could.

At Carn Dum....

Eureka: "King Glosur! I must speak with you! Please let me see Glosur!" When, finally he found the king of the white mountains, he said: "You've left the Iron Hills virtually defenseless! A host unlike anything you've fought yet is heading toward there as I speak! You must go, quickly!"