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Zairaphel

Almost There

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He said his name was Balkumagan. “It is easy to see we are from a similar place, lady. I am Balkumagan, First Mate of the Shakalgimil, though alas, rather further from her and the Sea than I like.” He bowed elegantly, as one who knew well his manners.

 

Plans and Purpose

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“Sire, your armour is excellent, but may I suggest something?” said Naraal as he stood before the decrepit old house with the wolf’s head device carved upon its ancient oaken door.

Of Herne and Betrayals

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The ride had taken two more weeks. Fortunately a considerable amount of time had been through uninhabited lands, so she had not had to use any energy in maintaining an illusion. She had followed the south road, through Enedwaith, and across the Gwathlo at Tharbad and on to Herne. She knew from that time forward the roads would be busier, she would need the best illusions she could muster. 

Naraal in Angmar

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Artwork: AI Generated/Influenced

Having travelled with Captain Greenfield as far as Angmar, Naraal finds he is learning more than he ever thought possible about the Heirs of Castamir. He does not like the dark northerly land, but his loyalty to Greenfield grows stronger by the day. 

Musings from a Dark Place.

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Naraal could not help but wonder what he had gotten himself into. Angmar had never featured highly on his ‘places to visit’ list, yet here he was, sitting in the shade of a rock, in bleak inhospitable lands, keeping an eye on a bunch of Angmarrim who were about to sacrifice someone they had captured on a wayside altar.

 

Adrift in a Strange Land

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Story

The two days Khahaynd spent in Linhir were unusually pleasant ones for her. She was not used to having anyone she would remotely consider a friend to talk with. ‘Friends and Family, who needs them?’ she had long thought. It was a view garnered from personal experience. But she found she got along very well with Yaelithe from the start.

Open-Handed Blasphemy

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“Captain,” said Naraal, his eyes widening a little as he bowed low before the tall Númenórean. Azrazôr’s hair was almost completely shaved off except for two thick locks on the top of his head, braided with carved bone beads and curled back like the horns of a ram. Gone was the hated mismatched armour scavenged for him after his arrival at Bree; he now wore a panoply exquisitely forged from dark steel.

The Dwarf and the Corsair

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“Greetings. I take it you are part of the household? If you were not, I suspect you would be dead.”

The dwarf leered up at Naraal. “I serve here,” he said.

First Impressions

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Artwork: Painting

In the center of the graveyard stood a small two-storied house, an irregularly constructed building with gables and paned windows of tall dimensions. It bore all the signs of great age, and the trees around seemed to have been blasted by lightning. The walls of the house were covered in a sickly green moss and the front door was of a dark wood carved with strange figures, most too worn away by time to determine except for the wolf’s head set in its center.

Source: 
Myself, paper and paint

Giving Counsel

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Artwork: Painting

Azrazôr listens to Aunt Zairaphel. 

Source: 
Myself - using pen, paper, paint

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