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Morsarch

The Memory of Karbazîr

Submitted by Morsarch on July 6th, 2015
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Conceptual
Karbazîr,
Were my beliefs wrong? My credence forbidden? It was but a concept of affection.
The songs I sung soothed the surrounding angst.
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His Fell Mind

Reports to Luburz: Gold, and the fortunes it brings...[2nd Report]

Submitted by Thindhest on August 29th, 2014
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Story

     My Lord, My Sire,

   As promised, I send now to you a second report, and must grieve once more that you be forced to read it.

   I encountered two men this day, as I prowled about the streets of this dismal town. They were brown of skin, and their speech was foreign to this land. However, I am accustomed to this tongue, for many of their kinsman serve you in your beautifully shadowed land, my king. Having approached me directly, I found them most interesting, and they verbally expressed their mutuality in such thoughts.

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Reports to Lugburz

The Servant of Morthalic

Submitted by Gwynedh on June 8th, 2014
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A new man encountered Gwynedh Nur-naakh just outside of the Barrow Downs. A servant of Morthalic, the Lord of Blood, he was sent to kill her in retribution for her betrayal. However, though she remains still in the shadow of the wrath of her master, by a slim chance of fate has survived the encounter and is allowed to live, at least for now. 

The Heir of Morthalic

Submitted by Gwynedh on June 8th, 2014
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Story

As she slowly approached the spot that had been prescribed by the letter she received from The Blood Lord, Gwynedh glanced up at her raven, named Discord. The letter had been written in a strong hand, and in a defined, flowing script, in Black Speech. The seal, she knew all too well, of Morthalic. 

Glancing up again upon hearing the crow of her raven, she muttered something darkly, and the black bird fluttered down, perching his sharp claws into her shoulder, but the Angmarim woman hardly seemed to notice the pain. 

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