Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26041296-20150217232020/@comment-26272311-20150406144114

Kept occupied by Uruk-hai, Arahad can only watch, as a black steel shaft enters Boromir's torso, then another, and another. Suddenly filled with a great rage for his dying friend, he sweeps his sword through the uruks around him, and hacks and slashes his way to face the two Uruk-hai captains, (Yes, Lurtz and Ugluk) about to finish off Boromir. "You will die this day!" Cried Arahad. The captains drew their black blades, attacked Arahad. "You will beg for mercy!" Said one of the Uruk-hai(Lurtz). Arahad did extremely well at first, but he soon realized he could not win against two such deadly foes. When he thought he was about to be overwhelmed, when all hope was gone, Fingol leaped into the clearing. Together, they were more than a match for the Uruk-hai's crude fighting style. Arahad chopped off the arm, then leg, then head, of the captain he was fighting(Lurtz). When he turned to help Fingol finish his opponent, the uruk was nowwhere to be found. "He ran, along with about half of the other orcs." Fingol explained. Fingol and Arahad return to the beach. "Who's here?" Asked Arahad, propping up Boromir, all banged up, against a tree. (Okay, someone volunteer now for the person who got captured. We only need one, but two would be ideal)

-In the Barad-dur, 1 month ago-

Sauron moodily pointed his eye at the camp of void elves outside the black gate. ''The host of mordor cannot set forth with them present. Curse their magic! There must be some way to defeat the magic, but -yes, that is how! ''He thought to himself.

-Above the Void elves camp, today-

A black mist, long prepared by Sauron, descended on the camp. The mordor uruk captain smiled a bloodthirsty grin. "We will see how the nasty elves do when The Dark Lord (the forces of mordor never call him sauron) takes away their cursed void magic!" He said, laughing an evil laugh.

-In the camp-

The night guard had already had a bad day, and this mist only made it worse. Well, you win some and you lose some, He thought, leaning on his spear. Suddenly, a black shape reared up out of the darkness, raising a sword. When the elf tried to teleport out of the way, to his horror, he could not. When he tried to make a telepathic cry for help, he could not. He suddenly felt the cold steel burrowing into his chest, and as he lay dying, he looked up and saw the Nazgul, and heard it speak. "The other guards have already fallen to our blades, and now we must only kill the sleeping ones." The Wraith said, and laughed a hissing laugh.