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The Birth of the Nameless Fear

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The Birth of The Nameless Fear

The victory over Ugrukhôr was remembered by those who survived not as a glorious battle, nor as some heroic duel sung by wandering minstrels.

It was remembered as silence.

The War Yet Unnamed

Author: 
Deorla

While the Free Peoples believe peace has finally settled over Middle-earth, a different struggle is unfolding beyond the reach of their watchful eyes. In the ruined lands of Udûn, forgotten fortresses stir once more as The Nameless Fear gathers exiles, traitors, outcasts, and servants of darkness beneath no banner but fear itself.

Battle at the Black Gate

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Screenshot: General screen

Beannaithe often dreams of battles between the forces of good and evil.

(Live RP) "The Price of Passage"

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Story

Author’s Note: This piece was shaped with a little help from AI. It provided assistance on things like the structuring, some names, shortening some verbose language/ideas as I'd written, and gave me the odd turn of phrase here and there.

The Blogmal Orcs

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Story

The Orcs

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The encampment of the Blogmal Orcs in the ruins of Fornost

The Elf-witch's Heart

Author: 
N/A

When an elf-witch falls in love with the legendary Captain Maeltheon, they risk catching the eye of enemies...

Letter to Cedwyn, Hamglen

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Official Document

My dear Cedwyn,

 

Troubles in North Bree

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Diary

Dragnar "Goldenbeard" notes:

The Hunt Goes On.

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Story

The mountain wind carries their foul voices. Even further does it carry their stench. The pursuer on their tail ensures she makes no sound, bare feet taking careful steps on the stony path. She hastens. The chase nears its end. 

They came out of the ancient Dwarf-Mountain in the north. A retinue of ambassadors no doubt, dressed in their best rotting hides and assorted filthy trophy-skulls. On wolves they rode across the Vales, but now a pack of eight is left and they move on foot. Evidently the Bear-Men didn't let them escape their realm unscathed. 

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