Post by Aulus corthale on May 18, 2003 21:39:46 GMT
trow the lands of entwood roamed a unusealy large man. clad in his dark armor his black cloak covered his shoulders. he was looking for answers, what was his goal in all this, what was he suposed to do in the great war again or whit sauron. mumbling in langueses not heard in ages he wanderd on, like a man possesed by spirits he kept on walking, never stoping for food or even sleep, he kept on walking. on the long dangerous and lonley road. perhaps he would meet someone on the way. someone who could help him, free him from his hate, or strenghten in so he could live the live he used to live. where ever he ended up, he would never be the same man again.