Inktober 2025 5.) Deer

Hoarmurath of the Forest of Dir, Sixth of the Nine.

So, I've been reading again things about the Nazgul and all, and like, I don't recall if this is ACTUALLY in the MERP: Lord's of Middle Earth book that I had read. HOWEVER

However...

HOARMURATH-

My man...

Are you like... 💅✨

Artober 2020 24.) Addictive

Gambling, sugar, smoking, alcohol, coffee, magical rings and mairons can be addictive.

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Riding, riding through the night, in the dark with just moonlight, Sadron rode his galloping horse, up the rode to Ettenmoors.

He sought a place in the master's stead, a lab and a home for the old undead. Close to Imladris it would have to be so he'd often get visits from his devotee.

Yet no patrols should find the way, towards the ruins they could not stray, for in the night and during the day, 'twas crucial to keep all elves at bay.

Far enough near the mountain hills, those empty ruins could give you chills, a fort or a castle, ruined and lorn, and showing signs of weather worn.

A perfect home for the wraith of old, whose unbeating heart felt nothing but cold. It was easy to imagine his contended sneer, for a home was found for King Hôarmûrath of Dir.

Murazor practically jumped into the air at the sound of that voice. He turned around, bracing himself on a table, and gaped, through the darkness, at the old wraith he had never expected to see again.