Firstly, apologies, Fordim, that may have been my fault, as I accidentally thought that I'd posted before Aylwen, which would make no sense, since my post takes place 'on the road' so to speak, and in her's, the men of the South are still preparing for departure. Of course, I was mistaken, (old eyes are, in the words of this generation 'T3H 3V1L'). So, I have a post up...obviously. Thrakmazh is being himself, wants a piece of the elves (literally...yes, I'm lookin' at you, Fordim), and basically as evil as he wants to be. I controlled Urkrash more than intended, so tell me if anything is wrong. Can't wait for our little elf/orc/man battle, as I fear those dastardly elves shall put up quite a fight.
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"What mortal feels not awe/Nor trembles at our name,
Hearing our fate-appointed power sublime/Fixed by the eternal law.
For old our office, and our fame,"
-Aeschylus, Song of the Furies
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