B2MEM 2012 - March 13th
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altarielThe number called was I21.
My cards and prompts were:
March 3019 TA: 24th The Mouth of Sauron receives his instructions
Off the Map’s Edge: The rides of Oromë
My Brilliant Career
News of Angmar's death upset me about as much as news of Saruman’s defeat. And at the hands of a woman! I’ll be smiling for Ages.
All the same, these Wizards and Witch-kings. But who's laughing now? Put not your faith in spells; put it in steel, alliances with eastern potentates, and a mighty fuck-off war machine. How often have I said that?
There’s a rabble at the gate and a man who would be King. But I have a sword, a brooch, and a mithril-coat, and I’m not afraid to use them.
Today’s going to be a good day.
The Hunter on the Hill
“Many of us have seen him, the Hunter on the Hill. To some he is a creature of wonder, riding a silver horse with golden hooves whose whinny shakes the waters. To others he is a shadow-shape, blotting out the stars, chasing those who stray too far. And it is true that some have gone, have been lost in the night. Have they wandered away? Or have they been taken—?”
Hush. Listen. Can you hear their voices? The Firstborn have woken. They have begun to sing and speak.
Listen.
The time is now. The Horseman rides forth. History is beginning.
My cards and prompts were:
March 3019 TA: 24th The Mouth of Sauron receives his instructions
Off the Map’s Edge: The rides of Oromë
My Brilliant Career
News of Angmar's death upset me about as much as news of Saruman’s defeat. And at the hands of a woman! I’ll be smiling for Ages.
All the same, these Wizards and Witch-kings. But who's laughing now? Put not your faith in spells; put it in steel, alliances with eastern potentates, and a mighty fuck-off war machine. How often have I said that?
There’s a rabble at the gate and a man who would be King. But I have a sword, a brooch, and a mithril-coat, and I’m not afraid to use them.
Today’s going to be a good day.
The Hunter on the Hill
“Many of us have seen him, the Hunter on the Hill. To some he is a creature of wonder, riding a silver horse with golden hooves whose whinny shakes the waters. To others he is a shadow-shape, blotting out the stars, chasing those who stray too far. And it is true that some have gone, have been lost in the night. Have they wandered away? Or have they been taken—?”
Hush. Listen. Can you hear their voices? The Firstborn have woken. They have begun to sing and speak.
Listen.
The time is now. The Horseman rides forth. History is beginning.
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