Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150205232108/@comment-25344655-20150212213624

If so, then here I go.... (also, may I have a blade that somehow turns the dwarves normal, or at least can damage them? because that's what im planning to be, like a dwarf savior of the race, making them more powerful and learning form their mistakes.

(In the skies above some dwarven ruins)

All was peaceful in the area, the pigs were oinking, and he cows were mooing. The ghosts were walking along the roads from the dwarves sadly moaning of eternal damnation. When suddenly a loud Bang! was heard across the skies for miles, and a creature fell that everyone, even the endermen, deemed impossible, a dwarf, full in Mithril war armor (Or whatever metal they recognized it as) tumbling from a sky, and crashed through the tower of part of a dwarven ruin and fell to the ground. Remarkably, the dwarf got up, and threw the helmet (damaged beyond repair now) onto the ground. A voice spoke in his head, whom he realized was Orodame.

You may have defeated me, dwarf, but I decided to send you one more gift before I leave.

''The pale white light shines in the deep

''The heroes of old must be quick

''For they must answer the call to bekar (Arms)

Or face the world fall to the pit

Glosur yelled in frustration, alerting the nearby ghosts, who screeched at him before slowly moving forward. Glosur drew his axe, and saw it shining a pale silver light, he dashed forward slicing the ghost across the chest, which to its surprise cut and a silver liquid flowed through.

"Thank you..."

Glosur had come