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Walküre:
Bloody packs


Packs of Orcs still wander around the roads of the late world, of that you must be sure and certainly prepared,
Armies they do not constitute yet, but groups used to raiding and frightening the voyagers of Middle-earth, who just travelling fancy or of the businesses of their common lives have to take care,
May you just be ready to seek for a refuge or to wield a blade that your integrity may defend,
Attacks get more frequent in time and the extent graver equally, as if those creeping dangers knew that their moment is as never before near, to pierce the illusion of truce and the plans of greater figures to endorse.

Walküre:
Commonality of intent


Rivalry is often in the way of good relations and useful bonds, which not only friendship show, but also common intent to protect the fortunes of the general well-being and the greater sake of the shared world.

Please, people beg and strongly wish peace and security from darkness in all its forms, thus desiring to put aside old quarrels and them to forget, in that the test would be resistance and fight against a malice that magnanimity does not know, rendering imperative to join forces together and the Free People under a sole banner to the battlefield lead.

Walküre:
Lines written in the characters of the Moon


Secrets may be kept sound with a broad range of means and arts, when they are for example stored and secured behind walls or shields which unearthing an improbable success would make, or even by concealment from the sight of the regular people whose knowledge of arcane mysteries negative consequences might have, and the Dwarven kind prefers another ingenious fashion for hiding their precious things, using riddles and words which the Moon only their meaning could unveil.

Walküre:
Woes to the traitor


Woes to the traitor, who now chooses the acquaintance of the fallen wizard, and he even aids his disgraceful proposition to end the rule of Rohan and Men from this world to cleanse as weeds in a garden that new malignant plants boasts, but no gardens will be if the white hand succeeds to forward its action, because only to industry we would be subjected and to slavery as well, to light the furnaces of the pits of Isengard, terrible and deep as the wizard's hatred for the human genealogy, and the treacherous servant will nonetheless pay the ultimate toll of treason, be our fate merry or grim, for no one gets away with infamy and crime that very few would dare commit in life-time.

Walküre:
The gaols


How many dreams, wishes of glory and hopes for peace could the gaols of Dol Guldur keep caged? The gallant visages of soldiers who are unfortunately entrapped in the eerie fortress, and the outcome of their captivity they wait with increasing fear, since at any time the horror of torture and evil spells they may undergo.

But naught is already predetermined in advance, and many to the fate of inexorable perishing they don't intend to surrender, and the wings of liberty shall reach those dungeons one day, and the desperate cry of prisoners into a cry of jubilation is to turn.

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