Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150603170855/@comment-26184570-20150605231108

The Indomitable wrote: "Milord, we have heard rumors of lands far to the west and south... it comes from old tales, those of the ancestors; but those tales have been proven before. Well anyway, apparently the only inhabitants are animals and beastial men at the level of the druedain. At most, they'd be at the level of the Dunlendings by now..." "Sign a nonaggression pact with every kingdom that has a bone to pick with us! It will be most convenient to turn our gaze elsewhere... Perhaps we could even reach some understanding with our traitorous kin and their lackeys..." "Ahem" "I mean allies." Lysander Mateaki says back: "You call this primitive?" Lysander then brandishes a strange bow like weapon. He the draws it and fires at the floor. There is no arrow that comes out, but, there is a large bang and the spot on the floor explodes. The Umbarians jump back in shock and look up at the seemingly naive young man. He then smirks and rubs the top of his ellands head. "Now, lets renegotiate the terms of allaince. And don't think about attacking me, our armor is equaly advanced."