Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20160726175355/@comment-28358106-20160801202423

Melandil pauses, his voice low. "I suppose that would depend on exactly how much magic it would take to make such a weapon.  If we are to succeed in saving the Dwarves and gaining their aid, the drill must be stopped at all costs.  The Herald will make that difficult..."

In the distance, from the darkness above, the clouds are lit from within. A violet glow can be seen, weaving its way through the low sky. The shattering roar is heard, echoing off of the hills and resounding through the valley.

"That's it...it knows we're here!  We must break cover, now, or it will come from above and destroy us all!"