Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-25604636-20141204155734

Sweat poured from Herumors brow as he brought his black steel hammer down on the  anvil. He paused to remove the black blade from the anvil and admire its  strange beatuty light as feather but stronger than mithiril Dragonbone. he smiled at his good luck at one of his men finding the savages pulling the corpse from the ocean. The dragon was Tryiao one of ancalagon the black captains escaped from the fall of angband but was baddly wounded he died of his wounds later. now his power was his.