Edrion looked upon the valley between him and gondor. What seemed to be a rolling fog of darkness was rolling upon the ground. "This is no normal fog," he says to himself "Damn it must be orcs. There are at least 30 of them"
He unshethes and looks upon his recently sharpened bastard sword, "My old friend, you have not failed me before, may this day not be our last."
With that, the old warrior charges towards the org pack, there with adreniline rushing through his veins, his blade more of an exrention of his arm then a weapon. As his blade swept across yet another orcs neck, he looked up to see to travelers on top of the hill he previously looked down upon.
'Enough' he thought, 'I must focus on the task at hand.' And so Sir Edrion melt on fighting.
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A Middle Earth Roleplay
RandomAs the title states this a is a book dedicated ti those fans of Middle Earth that would like to experiance a deeper, more personal venture into its midst. The layout out of the book will generally be" •A chapter containing rp rules and the such •A l...
