Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-25344655-20141101040655

Glosur was walking down a pathway in Arnor when a ghostly figure appeared and swung, nearly cutting me in the shoulder. Pallando uttered a spell and banished the being back to where it came from. Glosur though it was safe, when ten more appeared and attacked. Strangely they didn't make notice of Pallando, and only came for me. I swung my great battleaxe and it hit it's mark, cutting a great mark in the wraith's stomach, I uttered a curse to myself for being a fool, my true identity will have to be revealed soon, the Necromancer is gaining on that I am no normal Dwarf. Pallando and I quickly dispersed of the Wraiths and Pallando looked at me in astonishment.

"Glosur! You are but a mere Dwarf, little magic is in you but for making great crafts and arts!"

Glosur sighed, this has gone far enough.

"Okay, here it is. I am no normal Dwarf. I originate from Valinor where you were not long ago. I was the "Chosen" Dwarf of Aule, back then in my early years I had no idea what that means. But now I do, the Necromancer is but the calm before the storm. I was blessed by Aule with not great magic, but magic nonetheless. But Eru found out, and erased part of my memory. I only recently found out. That is all I can tell you but the Necromancer is running a fools errand trying to stop me. He knows little of my true power."

At this moment Glosurs eyes started to glow a deep orange, it was like fires roaring deep beneath a mountain. All at once, for just a split second he let all his power surge through him. It blasted through Middle-earth but mostly focused on one point: The Necromancer. This was a warning. But then it stopped and Glosur went back to normal.