Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26413011-20150620141008/@comment-26236093-20150623212845

Who are these strange riders, my fiends do not welcome them they are wicked dwarves surely servants of the enemy! Nay says círí coming forward from his riders, I am Círí son of Ciridûl, lord of Tara and I hail from the blue mountains, and these are my fine riders...he turned and gestured to the riders in dwarven mail with grey cloaks mounted on there Rams. We have like you been summoned by our masters! I would say ...these are the spies of any friends they are strange folk form the east what business do they have with us they left us long ago, they belong in the filth with there Morgul brethren! Cires of outrage came form the crowd the karamini marched slowly forward chanting while the riders took defensive positions and aimed there mighty bows! Suddenly the captain thror Ironbeard stepped forward, WAIT he cried...