[WoR] The Fellowship of the Ring

[Gimliggamer]

Chained Bloodlust
The Numenor. The curse of his kind. He would be doing all of his kind a favor by wiping this one out. But did he owe them one? No. He would not do this for his kind. He would do this for himself. This one was full of blood, constantly pulsing through his veins. His fresh flesh looked supple and appetizing, his gear a boon to his fellows. This one would die tonight, and it would become bloody, no body would be left. He hefted his morningstar in his right hand, his shield in his left, and began slowly approaching the doomed ranger, an age old war chant seeping with menace escaping his deceased lips. Seven skeleton warriors slowly popped up from the Earth, joining their master in the kill. Suddenly, an evil warcry echoed from all of their mouths as they charged their prey, swinging axes, swords, maces, and morningstars, they all become one, one became many. This human would die now.