Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-25344655-20141028213653

In dunland Glosur had just gotten the Uruk-hai to side with him when a flash of blue light pulsed in the sky. That could only mean one thing, Durin's birthplace was in danger. Glosur hurried as fast as he can to Kheled-Arnin.

"DWARVES!" He yelled with such rage the dwarven soldiers hhurried out.

"Yes Milord?"

"Go to every dwarven hold in Middle-earth. Assemble an army. Go." He said that word so quietly they rushed off."

Kheled-Arnin- One month later

Glosur was in an argument with Gamil with the quest.

"Milord it would take a force of thousands, Tens of thousands to even enter Gundabad. The orcs there are one of the most powerful. Remember Bolg? Azog?"

"Follow me Gamil."

Glosur walked out of his halls and into the mountains to meet one of the largest armies ever assembled since the War of the Ring. Every Dwarf-clan was there. Blacklocks, Firebeards, Longbeards, Broadbeams, Even some Siffbeards from Dorin had arrived. Rumors have spread to this day that there were One hundred Thousand Dwarves on that day.

"Dwarves of Middle-earth! I have summoned you to answer the treat to Durin's Birthplace!"

Fire was is his eyes, this dwarf did not take this threat lightly.

"To long have we put up with the schemes of the one who calls himself "the necromancer" we will have his head!"

Cheers broke out amongst the crowd, they hated the Dol Guldur orcs for to long. And they wont have it any longer.

"To war!" Glosur cried, he swooped up onto his mighty ram and the entire army sped towards both Dol Guldur and Gundabad....