Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141202003803

As Eureka watched the huge black Balrog approach the army, a surge went through his body. Here was his chance! His chance to become a hero that they'd write about in the storybooks. His chance join the pantheon of legends, with Ecthelion ad Gil-Galad. And, as an added bonus, if he died he'd get Arienna off his back. He would miss Troy, but sometimes a sacrifice is what it takes. And so it was that he stepped in front of the Balrog's path, his spear held high in defiance.

"Beast of the shadows! Crawl back to the hole you came from, or fear the wrath of the Frost-Point, Aeglos!"

The Balrog sensed the danger that the spear of Gil-Galad held. It was a weapon of cold, and he was a being of fire. Even so, he hesitated for just a moment before continuing toward the bright, irritating Elf.

"Very well. You have chosen death." Eureka charged the Balrog head-on. The balrog swung it's whip at Eureka, but he was ready for this, he went down, sliding forward across the ash-covered ground. He came back up, much closer to the Balrog. It tried to step on him, but eureka was far too agile. He leaped out of the way of the foot, then ran it through with Aeglos.

The Balrog howled in pain as the legendary spear went running through his heel. A freezing sensation went through the Balrog's leg. The creature staggered back, and lost it's balance and fell to the ground.

It was only going to be out for a minute or two. Other soldiers swarmed around it, trying to kill it, but Eureka called them back. He knew that no normal weapon could harm it, and even he couldn't totally kill the creature. He knew what he had to do, but he had to do it fast.

A minute or so later, the Balrog recovered and rose again. He saw the irritating insect who had stung him. He was hard to miss as he was glowing once again. He began walking toward the insect again, but this time he was more careful. He wouldn't let it sting him again.

Eureka smiled. The beast was walking even closer to him. Glosur, and the others who had offered to help, were denied. Only he knew the way to stop it, it was nearly invulnerable.

As it was, the creature's size was now working against it. It was so high up, and the ground below was so monotonously black, that it was nearly impossible to see the three-feet-deep rectangle that Eureka had dug out. And the territory was so black, there was no way to see the slightly off-color black frame around it. And Eureka was glowing so bright, there was no way to see the torch he was holding.

As the beast walked closer to the nigh-invisible frame, Eureka allowed himself a rare smile. This was gonna be good.

The Balrog raised it's foot for another step, Eureka, very surreptitiously so that no one saw, tapped the inside of the purple-black frame with the torch. T anyone outside, it would appear that he had merely waved his hand.

Instantaneously, A bright, glowing, swirling purple floor appeared in the frame. The Balrog's foot hit it. And went straight through.

The Balrog didn't register what was going on until the rest of his body started tilting toward the purple floor. The ground had gone! And he was falling right through the big purple window! He flailed desperately, trying to grab the ground, but to no avail. He fell right through.

Eureka worked quickly to close the portal. He ran his hand across the smooth purple-black stone that made up the portal. His Enderman skill was essential here. He searched the portal frame for the seams. The seams in the world that first drew the Endermen to the art of the build. They understood the seams, angles and blocks like no other race. And it was this unique ability to lift even the heaviest block with their bare hands. His arms squeezed into an impossibly thin space. The block glowed purple momentarily, then lifted. The portal dispelled instantaneously.

Eureka turned to see everyone staring at him with wide eyes. He simply walked back to them and said "I'm hungry, so I'll see you guys at the base camp." Everyone stared as he walked away as though nothing had even happened. Balgorod was the first to recover.

"That still only counts as one!"