Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-25344655-20141207183714/@comment-67.22.249.68-20141209024141

Oh, yeah. But actually, their architectural and engineering skills are quite advanced, they're just more akin to our-world medieval times than they are to fantasy world, but they're not exactly known for their smithery. And, strictly speaking, even with Dwarven equipment it would've taken days to get through to the other side. Oh, and the sacking of the Shattered Kingdom happened a hundred years ago, so the bodies were all skeletons.

As per theshade's comment, I should've been more specific, I apologize. You see, he had been to Lindon before, and told them he was once a statue in an Elven town, but Eru Illuvatar had granted him life so that he could defeat evil, and that the black skin was a side effect of his gaining life. The Elves were skeptical at first, but they got confirmation from Manwe. However, they told him that, though they would prepare an army for him, they wouldn't give him command of it until he proved himself. That's why he was in Eriador, he was quelling the Gundabadians in the area. And the army was ready for him when he returned.

Oh, and I forgot to mention: The Rivermen found a meteorite in the side of one of the mountains. They thought it was a fallen star and, after discovering it was made of metal, melted it down. They only got enough of it to make a sword and a shield of the black metal known as Stariron. This sword and shield set was given to the then Knight-Captain, and ever since it has been the weapon handed down to each new Knight-Captain.

Glosur had come out onto a rocky area. In the distance, a mighty castle stood high. It was very powerful-looking. Not beautiful, but designed to defend the surroundings. Glosur had never seen anything quite like it.

Apparently this place was a mine. This idea was confirmed when one of the miners spotted him. The miner yelled something in a unknown language (Riverspeak), and from what appeared to be a guard tower, a clanging bell rang out across the valley. A number of other bells joined in the cacophony, and Glosur was almost immediately grabbed, bound with a strong cloth, and dragged to the castle. The last thing he saw of his exit was a group of miners running down the tunnel, caving it in as they went.

Glosur was pulled into the big castle, through large riversteel gates, down three flights of stairs, until finally they came to a dungeon. None of the cells were occupied. One of the people who had grabbed him gave him to a fully-armored man, who opened a cell and threw him in. They put his stuff on a table at the exit, and the guard went back to his position.

Many hours later, a new man came walking down. His armor was the same as the other soldiers Glosur had seen, but there was a tunic over his chestplate, and his shield and sword were glittering black. This new man started speaking in the same language that others had spoken in.

"I can't understand you!" Glosur said.

Suddenly, the new knight spoke in the common language. "Oh, you speak Alatar's language! That's surprising. Well, I have a few questions for you. Who are you, why are you here, and how did you get past the mountain range? Take them in any order you'd like, I'm flexible."

Meanwhile, in the vast and impenetrable halls of the Undermountain...

Keredrex sat, listening patiently to this Orc's propositions. It was true that, for a long time now, he had wanted to destroy the pathetic, stumpy little dwarves that had crushed the villages above the mountain. Fortunately, the Dwarves are as stupid as they are ugly, and haven't found out the full, vast extent of the Under Mountain yet. Even if you did breach it's many defenses, it would take days just to walk from the bottom of the city (residential) to the top (throne). Especially for the stinky Dwarves and their short legs.

Keredrex smiled a bit. He had finally realized why Dwarves love the earth so much. It's because their heads are so close to the ground.

"What do you think, master? Shall we do this?"

Keredrex thought for a moment longer, then stood up. "It was a good plan. However, not quite what I need. You are right, we must take down the king and his son. Set three packs of Warg Riders on their tails. Tell them to kill the son, but not the King, we'll want him alive."

"At once, master. But, what about the wretched stumpies above us?"

"Oh, I'll think of something." Keredrex smiled a smile that would've sent shivers down Melkor's spine. "Oh, and plug up that hole in the Barracks. We wouldn't want a lucky Dwarf going down just the right cave system and managing to hear something he shouldn't."