Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-27758956-20150717020056/@comment-26236093-20150723204422

The defences are being prepared in dol amroth, Imrahil and Cirath are preparing- when suddenly a young scrawny many with fair hair runs up to them..."my lords there has been a terrible turn of events, Nay but three days ago the men of lossarnach, with there axes broad they came to Duilin (the capital of Morthond) with fire they burnt it to the ground my lord killing all the men wowen and children, the City is it a ruin my lord, and now the royal banner flies throughout Morthond they kept on a path through the entire fief of Morthond burning the villages and killing our people, Morthond has fallen and I woudont be surprised if in lamendon they experienced a simliar fate."

Círath's face turned pale and his lip curled....his expression was one of true shock, It was at that moment he realised that the Rebellion was all he had left, He had nothing to live for if he would die then at least he woukd die avenging his people! Imrahil turned to him given his condolences then they turned there backs and headed to prepare the castle.