Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26063164-20150223224525/@comment-25330335-20150224031107

Before the dwarf wars break out, Farin and his sons are on a trading circut over the Misty mountains and north of the Mirkwood to the city of Dale, then on to the east. As they travel through western Rhun, they hear the sounds of a large army on the march. They emerge from the thicket and behold a valley thick with Ironfist warriors. They quickly couch into the tall grass at the top of the valley and watch the army, at least 5,000 strong, not to mention cavalry, march through the valley. Fundin finds his compass and determines that the army marches in the direction of the Iron Hills. Just as they draw back from the precipice, they hear a loud crack. Farin is around with his crossbow and hammer out before either son has a chance to inhale. They whirl apon two large ironfists in full armor on top of rams. The ironfists laugh as they prepare to dispach the spies, but Groin whirls his axe and removes the head of the leading boar. The grin on the face of it's former rider swiftly truns to a scowl. However, before he has a chance to react, his ram falls over and he is caught, struggling, on the ground. The other dwarf charges, and while Fundin dispatches the ram with his longsword, Farin lets off a bolt from his crossbow that buries it's head in the chest of the rider. The Ironfist is thrown back from the force of a point-blank crossbow bolt, as the ram falls. Groin runs over to the fallen Ironfist and disarms him with a few deft strokes with his dagger. Farin and Fundin question the dwarf, and learn the the Ironfists march on the Folk of Durin, far to the north. "They must be warned!" Groin cries, as his brother agrily stabs the dead ram...