Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26044791-20150314045544/@comment-26044791-20150315010756

A great disturbance rumbles in the air as the refugees of Harad wander to Gondor, they are almost there and need only to cross through the fortress city of Osigliath.

The travel through, unnerved by the silence as dread fills their bones. One man, his head enveloped in bandages with only a single eye to see from turns as he hears a faintly reptilian sound. Not unlike the snakes infesting their deserts, a shadow looms over the group and they turn to see a black mass of scale and spikes. The last thing they see is the jet of purple fire burning them to ash...