Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-25129884-20141028234445

Dorin was helpless, bonded to the pillars while the necromancer examined his weapon. "A fine blade, boy. You are talented" the necromancer started. "Let me free!" Dorin spat. "I don't think so" the necromancer replied. "Take him to the prison tower!" The necromancer ordered. "You'll have fun, being my personal gladiator." He chuckled. Dorin was led up to a cage. The cage extended out above the fortress, and he could see the smoke of mount gundabad from here. He thought about his son, glosur, and his piers, and mourned as they all would die and he couldn't save them. Dorin groaned, as he watched the might of angmar meet with the might of mordor. Dorin fell asleep, and was awoken by the clinging of keys.

(Make up what happens next, I want glosur to be in this part)