Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150506173417/@comment-9854464-20150509012814

Ok then! Halm: I still can't believe he's gone. "None of us can," Galad replied. He notices Halm handling something in his hands. "What's that?" he asked. "This? This is something I've been working on while my father was away. I tried to figure out how Sauraman made the walls come down in Helms Deep. My mother is a skilled alchemist, and I take from her in that respect. After some tinkering, I found that a mixture of saltpeter, sulfur, and gunpowder explodes in confined spaces. After that I tried to find a practical use." He takes a long stick with a knife on it out from his coat and attatches it to the object in his hands. He bends it forward, slides a wad of paper filled with a grayish substance into the back of it, and a small iron ball in the front. He puts the two together. He pulls back the lever, and aims at a stone on a mountain oposite them. BANG! The recoil flings him to the ground. Everyone is suprised at the noise, and even more so when an orc falls off the mountain. He gets to his feet brushing off the snow. "My father would have been proud. I can finally shoot like him." "Who was your father?" Thorin asked. Halm is silent. His eyes begin to fill with tears. He says in a weepy voice. "Eoegeoen was my father."