Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141026211257

Anduthuine: *appears behind Gamil* "Here, dwarf, drink this." *hands Gamil a flask of pale green liquid. When he drinks, his wounds feel better and some strength returns* Now come into the fortress. I'll get you something to eat, and you can tell me what happened in full detail."

Meanwhile, in the fields of Rohan...

Eureka: "Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?"

Rohirrim Marshal: "Hail General Enderborn! I hear that your little kingdom has grown recently."

Eureka: "Please, Marshal. It's not my kingdom! I have an agreement with Eomer, my lands are technically Rohirric soil."

Marshal: The king would never encroach upon your lands, he's quite happy to have a strong ally so close to Mordor. As for news well, something highly interesting happened yesterday. A host of 2000 Uruk-Hai went marching through the Northwestern tip of Rohan. But when the Riders intercepted them, rather than fighting, the Uruks got down on hands and knees and begged for safe passage to Dunland. They looked pretty tattered too, like they just lost a fight. Anyway, they were tired, crippled and helpless, and most of them seemed like they were going mad. We let them through."

Eureka: "What could have done this?"

Marshal: "We don't know. Most of the Uruks were babbling incoherently, but we did hear something about spiders, trolls and, if you'd believe, ghosts. When patrols went into the Uruk Highlands, all the camps were either destroyed or abandoned. Not an Uruk or Warg in sight! And what's more, the horses were acting weird when we went there. Skittish. The elves in Lothlorien and the Ents in Fangorn are acting weird too. It's like they feel something coming, something they don't like."

Eureka: "Most strange. I will have to investigate this. Thank you for your information, Marshal. Farewell!"

WARP

Eureka stares at the darkened wood of southern Mirkwood. With a deep breath, he steps into the forest.