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Walküre:
Shadow, hidden from within


Don't trust the routes that lead thee out of the indestructible chain, out of the order and rule of the Powers. Aman hath emerged from the sea, once the Two Lamps of the ancestral lore had eventually collapsed, defeated by malice which could not be won in war. A new surface of wild and vast shires, which served well the purpose of the bright Rulers. Those new lands they made theirs and sole dwelling of light, in which green pastures and nature could grow safe, inside the ring of the Pelóri, the mighty wall of the Blessed Domain.

Another entity, unseen, had followed the Powers unto their newly-found continent. She hid well and deep, in the southern caverns along the obscure long beach. There, she hath dug much and radiance consumed, for never was her hunger satisfied or placated. The reason why voyagers ought to head to other destinations for sure. Should thou the wonders of journey yearnest, there is much to find hither and thither among the plains of Valinórë. And if thou to come out of defence wantest, head north, I say, where chill and breezes thou art to meet.

Walküre:
Cold Wastes


To the North, whither cold winds meet,
One must bliss leave, the white desert in order to reach,
Much mist and desolation, such desperate portrait in the western continent, unusual sight,
Untrodden ways, which none may pass, as tales tell, if not the Angels or of the Valar the might.

Walküre:
A wall of shields


Who are you to undermine the power of Gondor, stranger? We live inside halls of stone and hard marble, legacy of our ancestry that Men have in pride bequeathed. This is to be the wall of our defence and dam for any impetuous river willing to flood the realm with filth. Noble soldiers will stay vigilant in equal manner; swords wielded and shields borne. It is another wall, of different kind, made of courage and honourable deeds. Any foul intelligence had better remain far and still. We have the bounden duty to oppose invaders of that horrid sort, lest the sentinel tower fall and be seen bend under the weight of such widespread peril. Men of Gondor, it is said that swords and shields can make an impenetrable stronghold. It's time to prove it and render those words true!

Walküre:
Black Shores


Blue, there is blue within the gates of the Evil,
Surfaces of water in the lands of Mordor, of Sauron realm and seat primeval,
That dim sea is used for the sustainment of large hosts, what could be other reason?
Water, generally known as means of good and beneficial touch, there it serves the order of the Tyrant in his poisonous prison.

Walküre:
Iron Will


East of the Mountain which lies lone, there is another earldom of significant note, under the lordship of Dáin, skilled and fiery warlord. For long time he has kept those barriers secure, as menace could come even from the fathomless Far East. Fell Men inhabit those places of mystery, wrapped up in riddles and lost knowledge, at the last edges of the known world. Men of little braveness, they say. They prefer to take advantage of others' troubles; plain example of that is the eternal rivalry with the fine realm of Gondor in the South, which Dwarves trust and deem proper, resilient as their products of matter and iron. Who dwells in the Iron Hills has already made the acquaintance of harsh life and combat. Recurrent necessity and sadly real, in the confused thread of stories.

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