After decimated the first circle of the city, he curls his dragonish length in it, and watches the little people run to the upper circles...Run, little bite-sized people, run ( Read more... )

Oh goodie.

I guess I'll abandon my current amusement for the sake of some general mayham.

*takes dragon form again*

*destroys/eats/etc. anything in Minas Tirith what isn't fast enough to run*

Wandering through the halls of the Minas Tirith palace, still wearing Turin's shape, he finds a door with two guards on either side of it.

Hi, I'm Turin.

*mutters the words for a silence spell*

*beats guards to a bloody pulp*

*unlocks door*

Well, well, well, what have we hereBlack blade, evil glint... Why, it must be Gurthang ( Read more... )

You know, I miss the good old days...
I think it's time for retro.

You see, I didn't like that trick Turin pulled with the black sword and all.
Not one bit. Who could blame me?

But it's just that I so much want to make him suffer for it again,
suffer until his very being is pain and his mind a slobbering pile of goo ( Read more... )

Hmmm... I'm not paying attention to my new toy. Must have gotten loose by now ( Read more... )

You know, I'm feeling peckish.

*ravages defenseless livestock on the Pelannor fields*

Also, after lunch I think I might restart an old project of mine.
Namely - 'Screwing with mortals' minds'.

Should be fun.

... All my old play-mates are coming back >:]