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\_|                 ~ By Decree of the Nine ~                    |
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  |   Blessings upon those who come unto Minas Morgul willing to |
  | make the ultimate sacrifice of servitude to its Master that  |
  | they may walk through the end of this age and beyond to see  |
  | the Darkness restored. Blessings in the name of Melkor upon  |
  | you.                                                         |
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  |   Let it be known that the gates of Barad-Dur have opened to |
  | seekers of the Society under new strictures from the Dark    |
  | Lord and the Immortals above who serve him.                  |
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  |   Those who seek to join the Society shall hence forth begin |
  | their pleas for the chance by making the ultimate sacrifice  |
  | and being inducted into the Society as a Tuvale, a seeker.   |
  | They may plea for a master in a Robe having committed        |
  | themselves to a life of darkness and meaning or destruction  |
  | and the void. Seek the Nazgul within Minas Morgul for        |
  | induction and instruction, but be warned... The path of a    |
  | Tuvale ends with a single misstep, and many are the ways     |
  | that lead to doom. Be also warned, few are the gifts shown   |
  | to a Tuvale.                                                 |
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  |   Those, however, less concerned for their mortal lives who  |
  | would call down the dread attention of the Nine upon them    |
  | are advised to consider their next steps with the utmost     |
  | gravity. You stand before a hall along which you will pass   |
  | many doors. Behind some you may pray for escape. Behind      |
  | others horrors of the old world await the mistep of fools    |
  | whose blood shall paint the walls of their pits red. Each of |
  | these doors is an opportunity that once passed is gone from  |
  | your future evermore, an opportunity to prove you have more  |
  | worth than the blind and hapless worms milling through the   |
  | dark beneath Barad-dur. And if what remains of you reaches   |
  | the end of this hall, that which awaits you will sear        |
  | through flesh and bone to gaze unhindered at your soul, and  |
  | you will be judged.                                          |
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  |   If you would still step forth beneath His Terrible Gaze to |
  | join the Society of Morgul Mages, then smash pride with      |
  | stone and pierce desire with blade and prostrate yourself    |
  | before the greatest of the Dark Lord's servants. Mail the    |
  | Nazgul from the post office of Minas Morgul and show us      |
  | your worth, but be warned. Your words will seal your fate.   |
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  |                        Hail Melkor!                          |
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