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gives me 'artificial banana flavor' vibes

The Siege of Minas Tirith by John Howe [MUSIC] Where the vast forests and plains of the Midlands gave way to the river Foroduin, and the great white mountain of Alkayaban- The final salvoes of the Adunic Civil War are issued. Two armies chant in a strange, almost elvish tongue, audible even over the din of battle and storm, and screams resound through the night as mighty flaming boulders from mangonels and trebuchets land upon the walls of the White City, and within the cityscape behind. Arrows fly, traded between the two hosts, and the howls of dying men are heard, along with the utterance of curses and broken oaths. The army of the Star-Demon, Delgorthad had come, arrayed in black, gold, and bloody crimson, marching under the banner of their baleful king, Ar-Azgarazor, he who had given himself unto the Everlasting Darkness. They bring siege engines and sappers, and things that should not be yet are, they bring Oathbreakers and things that were once men. They roll devious, towering engines of war before the White City, her walls now blackened from the soot and smoke of battle, and somewhere within their host, their fell king smiles. Opposing them up on the wall are the rain-soaked defenders of Numenost, fighting beneath the Radiant Banner of the Warrior-Angel, a mighty host of silver stars on red and gray fields. Those few, brave, repentant sons of Harren, among them the very men who marched beside the redeemer-king in decades past. Beside them are their sons and daughters, their children and grandchildren, friends and countrymen who all have gathered to turn back the tide of darkness, and restore the light of heaven to the Last Kingdom of the Adunians, for should Numenost fall, the strength of Harren’s Folk shall wane forevermore with it. A bloody warrior-queen raises on high her father's blade and swears to end the kinstrife once and for all, besides her, a Gray Prince bellows commands- Frantically mustering a defense for the only home he’s ever known, while at his side, the repentant do battle, among them a Knight, fighting to redeem his house from the Everlasting Darkness into which it was plunged by his grandfather. A thousand more voices ring out, Adunic, Common, Elvish, Orcish even, as a red giant battles in the name of the Radiant Crown. Some here have fought this war for nearly forty years- Others only today have come to save the White City. Her fate, and perhaps that of the Midlands of Aevos as a whole, lies in their hands now, for should the hosts of Delgorthad not be stopped here, they will light a fire to consume the world. Amidst the thundering rain and darkness, the crackle of lightning and the rumble of thunder, and the laughing of dark, malevolent things beyond the veil, a single shout is repeated again and again on a thousand lips, and could be heard throughout the Númenaranyë. “AURË ENTULUVA!” (Day shall Come Again!) [!] The battle would wage for several days, visible to any who neared the lands of the Adunians. Its victor yet undetermined…

It already has laddeh

THE WHEEL TURNS, AND ITS FOES WILL BE CRUSHED BENEATH IT.

Ser Uther, an aging Adunic hedgeknight shook his head in disapproval. "Pushin' those already predisposed t'evil further into the hands of the Arch-Enemy all but condemns them."

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Jorvin Starbreaker wakes up. "KAVIR OZ UMROS KAVIR OZ UMROS KAVIR OS UMROS- I TOLD YE! KILL 'EM ALL 1791! KHAZUKAN KHAZAKIT HA! NARVAK OZ URGUAN! ARRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-" These proceeds for an extended amount of time. Aranuir of the Arthalionath squints at his newspaper, before looking at his mother. "I'm glad we're not involved but I'm insulted they didn't ask." @AstriaS

[!] A series of advertisements are put up on display throughout the cities of Aevos, advertising FINE DWARVEN WARES, DIRECT FROM O̶R̶Z̶A̶M̶M̶A̶R̶ URGUAN, pinned to the advertisement is an author's note, which simply reads BUY MY STUFF ↓ CLICK THE BLOODY LINK MANLING, CLICK THE LINK ↓ https://heyzine.com/flip-book/02b1debaab.html ↑ CLICK THE BLOODY LINK MANLING, CLICK THE LINK ↑ Click the damned link, its the same contents as the post below but significantly fancier and with music. (Original post by yours truly, formatting by @Karim, he's a good egg, check out his stuff.)

Jormunharr see his own name, and finds himself pleased to have sown discontent.

neato