I'd lost everything, and I was fine with that. Content to wander the wastes, not knowing what was happening in the wider world. It was hardly a life, but I didn't have anything worth dying for. This is the story of how I found something worth living for.
I was by the coast one day, watching the sea below. That used to be my domain. My fleet used to ravage the waves. But not anymore. There was a Mythronian outpost around here, I was sure of it, so why couldn't I hear anything? Why couldn't I smell anything? Something was wrong. I made my way down to the beach, and saw a ruin. The outpost had been destroyed.
I walked around, looking for any sign of who might have dared to attack the all-powerful Mythron. There was a Mythronian flag lying by a pile of bones. I went over to investigate.
A soldier had been slain here, I couldn't tell from what side. There was a map, and on it, scrawled in big red letters, was:
"We tried, Mythron. The Rainosians were too much for us."
And it was signed just: "Nerogue."
Nerogue was marked on the map. I knew where I was going. I had found something worth fighting for.
Okay guys that's my short intro? What did you think?
Hey Essence of Randomness, you recently added a lot of LOM MOCs to the group, Fellowship of the Brick. Only Lord of the Rings creations are allowed so I suggest you remove them before an Admin or MOD does and demerits you :)
Oh right, thanks George! And, well...I'm gonna be honest I'd prefer to join Enalica now, my figure was supposed to look very piratical. I'm going to have a look and see if I can change, but if not I'm going to be some kind of Nerogue privateer. And no, there is now gunpowder or anything unfortunately. However I may meet a dwarf and a wizard who will invent some form of magic not-cannon. --Ess--