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^They are Coming^
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The Witch King
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Date Posted: 13:32:52 02/17/03 Mon
In reply to:
Dark Sting
's message, "Re:
^They are Coming^
" on 20:43:46 02/15/03 Sat
ΊHe lands, imprinting the newly charren terra firma for eternity, crying shrilly, searching. He stands still, resolute in the advancing night. His sweat soon turned chill from the cold night air and a shiver revealed the form for a moment. Hidden in the darkness he seems to have dissapeared, though your eyes betray you.
The moon escapes from it's prison of cloud, shining upon the bleak lands baren with winter. Again he calls, freezing those that are doomed to hear. But to all that is good's horror, there is another answering cry, and the moon's light is once again blotted, though not by the retreating clouds. Light darts around a dark winged shape, swinging twords The Witch King's form. The shape again crys out, more haunting than ever before and the equine answers. Landing, equus walked to the newly arrived one. Exchanging a word, unseen, unheard to those around, the dragon that upon had ridden the King of the Ringwraiths left, free of it's burden, flying fast home to the East. The hooded form screeched and flung itself upon The Witch King's back. Away the rider rode upon the wind that bore it thus far. The equine witch king takes his leave, with no mark of his presence, save the charren imprints, the smell of horror and fear and a word upon the wind.Ί
"I take my leave now. For though your lands are doom, mine shalt soon be also. The Elfstone is once again risen, and I ride to battle, bearing the Nazgϋl King. I shalt not return."
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