Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141025230340/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141101011321

As Glosur groveled before his species' creator, a dark cloud appeared very close to them. Within, one could barely see the spiky outline of the Necromancer.

"Aule the maker. You truly are desperate for aid, Glosur. You are as aware as I that the free peoples are no match for my army, especially with poor Eureka trapped in his own fortress." *He turns to Aule* "Your kind made a pact not to interfere in the affairs of this Middle Earth. When I go to take Valinor, then you can try to stop me. Until then, however, you cannot interfere. If you do, not only would there be other consequences, but it would also be breach of contract, and I could sue you for millions. You've been warned, both of you."

With that, the dark cloud dissipated.