Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141027231409

Balgorod and Anduthuine Sat beside each other in the overgrown council pavilion. Flanked by two Noldorin elves, all had a look of worry on their faces. What if Eureka didn't get back in time? What if Glosur' s men and the elves couldn't find him? What if he was dead? Or injured? Or captured?

Suddenly, Eureka appeared! But something was wrong. His metal side was shattered, mangled and torn. Sparks were intermittently flying out the gaps. The black skin had taken over even more of the metal side. He had even grown taller. Strangely, his armor and weapons were fine. The moment he arrived, he collapsed on the floor.

"It's General Enderborn! He's injured! I need an woven healer and a dwarven Smith over here!“