Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20150313214852/@comment-26084195-20150323065431

Whoops! I've been occupied with both the issue of my computer being dead (I'm posting from my Kindle) and a different RP. Oh yeah, and the fact that March 16 was my birthday, and I got an Xbox One, so I've been occupied with that, too. Anyways...

The Orc leader looked upon the army of Dwarves, and rather than frustration or anger, he looked sad.

"I can see now that you stupid creatures have not learned from your mistakes! Is it not enough that you control every other mountain range, you had to have this one? You are so selfish and greedy that you would not even allow us just one? Well, Dwarves, you shall have your prize. But I leave this battle victorious, as I know that in the end, you shall destroy yourselves just as you have time and time before! Come, my legions! Perhaps we can go far enough to live full, happy lives before these tyrants and warmongers return to take everything that we have!"

And so the Orc's armies left Moria. The Dwarves, despite being victorious, were disheartened. For not only had the Orc army inflicted disproportional losses upon them, but the words of the Orc commander had dug deep.

"You have made yourself a powerful enemy on this day, Dwarf." Glosur turned to see an Elf who could only be Arienna Swiftwind, flanked by three Bladesingers. "The Lord of Gundabad is both powerful and intelligent. Although I hardly need to tell you that, given the number of Dwarven corpses littering the floors. I should warn you that he will not take kindly of you ousting his citizens from their home. I should also inform you that before the battle occurred, scouts watched caravans take carts full of Dwarven relics up north. If there was anything of value left in this city, including mithril, it won't be here anymore."