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Mirkwood

Devastated

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It was a sunny spring afternoon and Fiontann was enjoying or rather was getting sick of being in the bed all day long after the injury. The bolt came from a crossbow and pierced his left side, he was lucky to not have it come out of the back for he was next to the waggon when the port opened and he was shot. Now after being treated by the members of [[The Black Steel].

Shadow Of The Dark Tower

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For the first time they saw the Dark Fortress from afar.

The Vile Tree

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The abomination is trying to reach the sky like a rotten tooth.

Hungry Scavenger: A Field Of Death Is Nearby

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The Spider Path

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Wandering shieldmaiden

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Drifting.

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Art by Daniel Comerci link: https://cdnb.artstation.com/p/assets/images/images/004/579/953/large/daniel-comerci-kalinnen-shield-maiden-low.jpg?1484729907

The Valor of the Malledhrim

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Annúngil wondered if there was a single place in Mirkwood where the eyes of the enemy did not reach. Maybe the dark caves of Scuttledells where evils more ancient than the orcs reminisced. Be as it may be, few were the times in which he did not feel watched since he had arrived in Ost Galadh.

The Lay of the Land

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The scout Glorhir looked pale and his forehead shimmered as the firelight illuminated the glisten of sweat upon it. Eliriael gently pressed a cloth dampened with athelas draught to his brow as Annunghil asked him questions.

Fragments of Memory

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The scout licked his dry lips as he shifted up, leaning back against his bedroll. He welcomed the fluid put to his lips – warm, yet refreshing, and a subtle hint of floral sweetness. Energy returned to him as the warmth of the fluid spread throughout his body.

Tirith En Ungol

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They rest. They talk. They prepare. They stay alert. They observe. They think.

But they do not know.

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