Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141207183714/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141209045259

The Knight-Captain looked at the Dwarf. It was clear that this creature was in fact not a member of their history's most loathed species. As a matter of fact, they were depicted having black, slimy skin, and wore black armor. And so, he decided he'd lead the Dwarf to the smithy within their mighty castle.

As they walked, the Knight-Captain asked many questions. "So, are your people friendly? Are they numerous? Are they all so... dirty? Are they all so short? Where do you live? What's it like? What other places are there? What are THEY like? What other people are there?" By the time they reached the Smithy Glosur had been bombarded with nearly 20 questions. The Smithy was a decent one, full of molds, smelters, blast furnaces, anvils, mixing pots, alloying stations, cooling vats, the whole nine yards. A pile of refined iron sat beside one of the furnaces, and a pile of silver sat on the other side. these two materials were being mixed, along with a dash of a few other things, to make the abnormally light and shiny metal called "Riversteel"

Meanwhile...

Eureka looked at the map. "An interesting, yet roundabout way of doing this. But Mordor is untouchable at the moment. All the Orcs have crowded around the sea of Nurn. the valley of Nurn is the only place where there are any Orcs left. It would take DAYS to get through the rest of Mordor and into the valley of Nurn. And even then, we couldn't destroy the whole valley with 10,000 soldiers. Besides, WHY do you want to attack Mordor? They're no threat, they're too busy building up their new capital on that big island in the middle of the sea of Nurn. Besides, there are too few of them to be any threat. AND, furthermore, why do you need me? I was on my way to Edoras when I got your message. I was going to move into the White Mountain foothills in part to keep my eye on Mordor! So what gives, why are you doing this?"

As Eureka and Dorin, and Glosur and the Knight-Captain spoke, a pack of Warg riders three times the normal size left the Bloodforge gates, through the entrance hall, and out the outer gates of the Under Mountain. They were ready to hunt and a truly malevolent being was at the head of the pack.

Keredrex smiled from atop his beautiful and vicious (and well-armored)white warg. His shield and axe were at the ready. "The hunt is on, boys!" The pack set off in search of the King who ruled above their heads.