Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20150607214155/@comment-25975584-20150608035447

Fuinur thinks to himself, "people, the best prey." He had been hunting a pitiful group of fleeing northern Dunedain for days, capturing many of them and toying with the remaining ten or so. His men laugh as they encircle the remainder, now bereft of hope. Arahad happens to be half a mile away on relatively flat terrain.