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Flame Imperishable
Join Date: Dec 2007
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The Nazgul taking off their clothes (stop thinking of uncloaking jokes!) in order to become fully invisibe
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Minas Morgul
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I mean
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Jan 2008
Location: Minas Morgul
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I know...
we are just discussing naked nazgul here http://forum.barrowdowns.com/showthread.php?t=15176
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Pittodrie Poltergeist
Join Date: Jan 2007
Location: trying to find that warm and winding lane again
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I'm not totally sure but I don't think anyone has mention the cursed men of Erech.
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Haunting Spirit
Join Date: Nov 2006
Location: England
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I think that the Mewlips are quite freaky. They carry your bones around in a sack.
Although the Barrow-Wights are much worse in my opinion. They inhabit a graveyard, possess the bodies of the dead and seem to hypnotise you with their dreary singing. That's pretty unsettling.
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Curmudgeonly Wordwraith
Join Date: Jun 2007
Location: Ensconced in curmudgeonly pursuits
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The Cure seemed to have that effect on many folks some years ago.
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