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Worthy of Song

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Story

Worthy of Song 

When the hammer falls, back our enemy crawls! When the hammer quakes, Orcish cowards’ bones will break! When the hammer cracks, and it beats their armies back! When the hammer’s boom, sends the monsters to their doom! When the hammer falls, when the hammer falls! 

 

“Ye won’t make it.” 

Choices of Angmar: the Dwarf

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Story

They arrived at the gates bruised and battered but determined yet. As they neared the Angmarrim Troll Pens, they could make out a figure waiting for them. 

Cedmon stood there, arms crossed, leaning against a wall. The ground around him was littered with the bodies of fallen enemies, a stark contrast to his attitude of nonchalant impatience.

The Dance - F.A.

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Story

Gondolin, First Age

 

“Mind how much wine you drink,” Amathlan frets over her in a low tone as they approach the large hall of the House of The Heavenly Arch. “And we are only staying as long as I shall be performing!” 

Why Heal?

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary

“Why are you a healer?” I ask Nestorion one afternoon as he treats the wound on my abdomen with the given grace and learned skill to be expected from the elves. He raises his gaze to meet mine, staying silent until he is through with his work.

Lorien - Early Third Age

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Story

Lorien, T.A. ; the past

To Stand

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Story

The Noldo stood by a tree, watching the road. Galtharian had joined her for a time, keeping vigil together as they always seemed to when their small group was called away on journeys of late.

At The Healer's Behest

Author: 

A series of first-person narrative journal entries written by Mallossel. Having lived across the span of three Ages, there is much she needs to recall and process.

Ascencion

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Story

Cardanith stood in a vast sea of grey. The sand underneath his feet gave way, shifting under his weight, his boot sinking in the ground. A bloodied spear looms tall in his hand, this point of silver, tainted by crimson. No mantle adorns his shoulders, and a faint yearning, a calling beckons him to the foulest of places. To Iron and stone. To a place where all withers, and where, bound in rusted chain, awaits an oath sworn long ago. 

 

A Final Rescue

Author: 
OOCly Mallossel, ICly Amdirlos

A continuation of the story of Amathlan's disappearance and capture after he has been moved to Angmar.

The Gaze of Fate is Upon You

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

“Daughter of mine, will you ever marry?” Her father asks her one day beneath the weeping willow tree; a dried-up creek-bed ran beside their feet, the current still alive with crickets and toads and the stagnant rainwater of a world that had not yet washed the sins of the first away with its rushing flood. 

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