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Shadows Rise

Posted: 02 Oct 2019 18:09
by Postmaster
Originally posted by Sly

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  | Hail Melkor!                                        |
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  | Shadows rise in the East, disquiet falls on the     |
  | lands of Middle-earth. And as men turn on elves and |
  | elves turn on men, all about the greedy dwarves     |
  | fill their chests and their pockets with the spoils |
  | of disharmony, showing not, allegiance nor loyalty, |
  | to no one.                                          |
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  | As the distrust deepens, the malevolence grows, and |
  | corruption and malice comes to consume all. Yet     |
  | now, are the fates of Arda sealed?                  |
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  | Saruman the White picked wisely and as was foretold |
  | now basks in the glory of the Dark Lord's vision    |
  | and so too have the men of Rohan and their king     |
  | succumbed to the rich designs of the Black Master's |
  | plan. And all those who scoffed at His magnanimity, |
  | where are ye now?                                   |
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  | Doom, boom, doom go the drums in the deep. The      |
  | balrog of Moria has awakened, The Fellowship is     |
  | scattered and broken and the Maiar Gandalf cast     |
  | into the abyss at Khazad-dum.                       |
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  | The armies of Mordor have besieged Osgiliath, the   |
  | bridge lies in ruin as the enemies of the East      |
  | sever their link across the Anduin and trap         |
  | themselves in the city of Minas Tirith.             |
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  | There is no hope.  The docks at Harlond cannot save |
  | you, the Corsairs are on route to round the enemy   |
  | ships of the West. Now may you join us, before it   |
  | is too late? Lay down your arms and give up your    |
  | weapons. Annatar, the Lord of Gifts, in His         |
  | benevolence, may yet allow you to scrub the pits of |
  | Barad-dur with your tongues. And those who have yet |
  | to surrender all fight and all hope, may volunteer  |
  | for target practice with the dark armies of the     |
  | East.                                               |
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  | Nine Riders on fell beasts and armies of Orcs,      |
  | Haradrim and Uruk-Hai shall come to meet you on the |
  | Fields of Pelennor. Surrender now or know this:     |
  | Interfere not with the Minions of Barad-dur! None   |
  | may touch the robes of the Dark Lord's Elite with   |
  | impunity!                                           |
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  | Tread not lightly beneath His gaze! The night is    |
  | coming.  Ware the shadows...                        |
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  | By order of the Nine.                               |
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