Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141102040650/@comment-25344655-20141112192330

(Commando, just because people don't answer right away doesn't mean we don't care.)

When Kherender and the...Elf Poor thing, were asleep, Glosur quietly opened the pillar up and walked into the light of the room, no one was around, so closed the pillar and started to search for a way out. Glosur walked for what seemed like hours and found nothing but a few orcs, wargs and Elves. That is when he saw it, a black plate upon the ground in the middle of a cross section. He sprinted for it until he heard something, something large, then he saw it, and what he saw nearly made him cry in a corner, a Balrog. The beast looked at me and lurched up, lighting it's whip ablaze. Crack! The whip lashed at him with such speed and power it crumbled the wall behind him. He stood up, and cried:

"Demon of Morgoth! You shall linger in this world no longer! For I am Glosur,The king of mountains! Reclaimer of the old-homes! You shall not scare me."

With this he took his axe and swung down at the Balrog's feet, making it stumble, the plate on the floor started to rise, the battle seemed to crumble the walls, this thing was taking damage, but so was Glosur. He wasn't far from the pillar where the hut was. Glosur took out his trusty bow, and shot the Balrog right in the face. It fell, fell right next to the plate. At this point a light shone from the plate, a bright white light. He had to get Kherender.

"Kherender! Elf! Get over here!"