#khamul

Sauron, The Witch King and Khamûl. The boyssssss.

We know so little of the Nazgul and their origins aside from a few details. The Witch King, whose name is lost, likely came from Numenor, a disciple of Zigur. He may have been a prince, influential lord or great war captain under Ar-Pharazon. Regardless, he held potential that made him useful to the dark lord.

Second in command and second most powerful of the Nazgul was Khamûl the Easterling. Shadow of Dol Guldur, a hunter who could scent the living like a wolf. He is the only other named Nazgul.

Booth figures are wrapped in mystery, both a cautionary tale of power, corruption an the loss of all things a mortal soul possesses.

started off as me redrawing some of my initial mairon designs and ended up going on an rpg tangent 😭 i really wish i could have done the portraits in a pixel art style to better fit the aesthetic but my canvas wasnt the right size!!! i ended up changing annatar completely (im still contemplating how much i prefer this one compared to his old one however...!) and adjusting post-numenor sauron a bit when compared to their old 2022 sketches! im probably gonna do more redraws in the months to come cause of all the stuff i wanna change when i look back to some of my old designs haha 😳

bonus: void delusions (nebula background designed by Freepik)

Past April Fools comics

2024 "I'm getting married" 2023 (no comic) 2022 “My arm came off” 2021 “I’m going to die soon” 2020 “I’ve betrayed you” 2019 “I hate you” 2018 “I’m pregnant”

The one page versions are below the cut as per usual.

he's so pissed off

Thank you so much for tagging me @ladysterndust!

Have a very short snippet of a quick Mairon/Khamûl ficlet I started this morning, which takes place as Khamûl slowly fades before becoming one of the Nazgûl.

Down the flight of desert-coloured stairs walks what is left of the boy-king. Clad in black, lavish death. All colour has long since fled the child, save for his gold. Khamûl’s slender hand brushes along the balustrade as he walks, hesitantly, almost, not grasping, not yet. Laboured breaths turn into coughs.  Autumn has come.