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Harad

Daerundros in the Probable Future

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Artwork: Painting

Daerundros in the near probable future as an equal to the Orthorim. She bears the same facial line as them, and is clothed in floaty silver garments. Her eyes have hardened to black permanently, and her hair has become more loose. However, she still retains the grace and manners of a Noldorin lady, fierce and strange she may now look.

((BIG BIG HUGGLE and thanks to Minye for making this wonderful wonderful image of Daerundros! All credits go to her! :D *Hugs Minyelaírë tightly*))

Dreams and Tales of the Mind - A Sharisad of Harad

What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Conceptual

((YAY! I found a way to finally embed music to my stuff using youtube videos! :D Anyway, this is a nice piece from Alkindi, an arabic music composer. I use this piece only for private non-profit purposes, no copyright intended ^^))

The Story begins with Daerundros falling asleep near Minyelaírë and having a strange dream which takes place in Selem, a city of the Haradrim in Harad near Mordor.

Faustino's Haradrim outfit

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Screenshot: General screen

 

Daerundros as a Moriquendi

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Artwork: Artscreen

Daerundros as a Moriquendi/Avar in the deserts of Harad. This simple depiction tells of what Daerundros will look like were she to follow Minyelaírë's path and carve herself a path as a huntress. Her eye colour has dulled slightly to a more sea-green shade and she has a small etching on her face, from one side to another. There is another faint, ceremonial scar engraved near her ear.

An Alternative Future - Daerundros chooses to stay by Minyelaire

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Conceptual

A few words - the nature of the Haradrim

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Conceptual

(...)

First Journal, First Entry - Death

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Diary

   It is over. I have yearned for this moment for three long years, and now, it is finally over. The man, the beast, he who was once known as the Black Tide draws breath no more. Struck down by my own hands, a deserving revenge, lavishly extracted... A revenge that tasted sweeter than the sweetest wine.

Third Journal, First Entry - Departure

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Diary

And so, just like that, with no warning, no preparation, I left. Much has happened over the past few months... Too much perhaps. Still, I regret none of it. I never thought that it would be this hard for me to leave Bree... Even for such a small period. It's hard leaving behind people you love... I'd better put things in order, I'm beginning to lose myself in scattered thoughts and emotions.

Faustino's Journal, moved

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Diary
Faustino’s Journal, Seventh night since the tenth moon of this year. Pimbledore Bree-land, It has been two full moons since my last writing. I moved out of Bronhaven, it was not save anymore. i could feel the breath of past heating up in my neck. chết sâu non... bạn sẽ bị cháy trong mắt... Haradrim speaches of old in my mind... can it really be, will he be back. but for what purpose... I still don't know.. i should be careful, stay in for a while keep out of sight.. Advice my family not to speak of me, and not to think of me.... I...

Faustino's Journal, Gondorian Filth

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Diary
Faustino’s Journal, sixth night since the eighth moon of this year. The Pony, I was standing against the post casually as always, minding my own business talking to a young lass. The Lass was Rohirric, found she had the same mutual hatred for Gondorians as I did. Strange, in times of war these two regions should be aligned but a long hold grudge got the better of them. It matters not, it will only be in the better for us we will gladly make use of this feud between the two and rise up to pillage their towns. Our talk drifted away, questions of whereabouts and age filled the Lass her mind.

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