Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25356210-20150610144731/@comment-26453572-20150611020151

Arahaelon looked at his son's body. His second son to die. He noticed something else. On the ground, was a dagger that had fallen off one of the Uruks. What stood out to him, is that this was a different dagger than the other ones. The fashion was finer, and was definetly much sturdier. He put this dagger in one of the pouches he retrieved from his now dead horse, picked up his helmet, which he found out of luck, and picked up his son and the many belongings his son used to own. He walked for one mile, holding his son's fallen body until he found the Arandorian camp. He collapsed before the camp.