Whispers about ancient evil stirred up by dwarves in the depths of Moria have reached the ears of a great Company. Heroes from all over Middle-Earth gathered and prepared to journey through the Rift. Long was their travel and perilous their road was, but they have reached safe and sound the Rift's entrance. Once inside, dread was all over their being, but yet they hold hope and their pure hearts were as hard as mithril. Long and weary were their battles till they reached the end. The final battle was about to come and their strength was at its peak. The Ancient Evil, whos lair they entered was called Durin's Bane and it was a creature of darkness made of fire and shadow. Hope was falling down and the Company took turns with war cries invigorating the mighty warriors.
Long was the battle, shields shuttered, weapons splintered and spells were done and undone. Sounds of a great and fierce battle are still to be found within the Hall's walls and the remains of the Balrog may still be there.
Hail, Company, Balrog's Bane!