Beyond the Light - Vhaeraunite HymnI who wait beyond the lightI shall be the Hand of Night(All masks be one'til day be done)See webs torn and webs unmadeEnded by the Shadow's Blade(Their plots undoneThe web unspun)Blades in hand we stand and fightNight Above is ours by right(A Maskéd OneShall fear no sun)By our faith let shadows riseOver all beneath the skies(His will be doneFor we are one.)
Did He Not Come HereFëanor asks it of all of them. Each new soul to walk within the Halls of Mandos is sought out and given his questions. He is brilliant and he is driven, and not knowing is a thing he cannot bear.Even those who've had no cause to wish him well answer when they see the look in his eyes, the need to know the answer to his questions."Where is Macalaurë, also called Maglor? How fares my son?"Always, they do not know. And always, always, they look to Maedhros as they ask, "Did he not come here with you?"
Watcher - a Mazarun and Rantel taleWatcherRantelRantel has grown accustomed, more or less, to having his hearing back. He no longer needs to watch a speaker, to read their words from the movements of their mouth.He watches Mazarun anyway. He watches Mazarun's lips shape each word. He watches Mazarun's hands, slender and graceful, as they add qualifying gestures to clarify whatever he's saying.They got into the habit of signing their conversations and they've never entirely fallen out of it; even a spoken exchange is enhanced by signs that modify the meanings of what is said. Rantel prefers it that way; so many of the subtleties of signed speech are conveyed in the face
Mazarun Character Sheet for ContestName: Mazarun Zothyrr.Age: In his eighties – looks the equivalent of a human of eighteen.Species: Drow.Height: 5'5".Eyes: Red.Hair: White.Skin: Jet-black.Alignment: Chaotic Neutral.Class: Fighter 6/Wizard 2/Warblade 2.Appearance: Mazarun has a slim build, wiry of muscle rather than bulky. His face is sharp-featured, and delicate to the point of seeming almost feminine, with high cheekbones, a high forehead, and a pointed chin. Thin brows rise upward somewhat at the outer ends, over long-lashed red eyes, tilted upward at the corners in the elven fashion. His face is framed by two locks of hair that reach his collar-bones in l
StormtrooperA sentinel stands readyA man armoured in whiteA silent solemn figureOn guard against the night.(He's young, so youngAnd his world was poorHe'd never hadThis much food before.)The helmet is forbiddingA stern and mighty maskIt makes him one of manyAll doing the same task.(He's not paid muchOr so some would sayBut those back homeWill not starve, today.)Imperial enforcerFor his Emperor's lawsResolute and unflinchingDevoted to the cause.(They told him thingsA rallying cryThey taught him thatAll Rebels must die.)Together they are facelessAn endless stream of menOne falls? He's but a numberA plac
A Drow In ColoursSeaspray and silverMoonlight and snowLong shining locksRipple and flow.Onyx and midnightShadow and jetDark lips are smilingSubtly in threat.Coral and rubiesBlood and the roseEyes full of secretsOnly he knows.
Wake The Night - Vhaeraunite HymnSons of shadow, wake the nightLet the dark awakenDusk's embrace strengthens your mightGuides the dark paths taken.Take up blade and shadow-maskIn the silence creepingTurn toward the holy taskWhile all else is sleeping.Ebon-masked ones, wake the nightLet the dark awakenSet yourselves to stand and fightLet the world be shaken.
The Rohirrim Ride ForthBold they ride and battle-readySwift the horses, stern the MenSounds of hooves like thunder risingWho shall ride homeward again?Gondor calls in hour of perilRohan answers, ever braveRohirrim ride, though each man knowsJourney's end may be the grave.Forth they ride, the EorlingasWar's horn calls to Rohan's MenBravely go they to the battleSome shall not ride homeward again.
ImladrisIn Imladris, in RivendellAre secrets more than I can tellThere ancient lore of long-lost landsStill lingers on in elven handsIn Rivendell, in ImladrisAre love and laughter, joy and blissEast of Sea few places remainThat grant such sure surcease from painIn Imladris, in RivendellThey shall not yet say their farewellFor even when all else may fadeSome light shall live, untouched by shade.
Mazarun Character QuizCharacter Quiz:1. Pick which OC you are going to answer this in2. Answer all the questions truthfully. Make it interesting!Name: Mazarun ZothyrrBirthdate: I was born in the eighth dark-cycle of what those in the Lands Above call Uktar. Their second-last month. I'm, eh... eighty-five.Birth Place: Menzoberranzan.Current Location: Somewhere I'm not supposed to be. Of course, that's hardly new for me...Eye Color: Red.Hair Color: Pure white.Height: Around 5'5". By the standards of my home, that's tall.Weight: I... actually don't remember. Around the same weight I was yesterday, last week and last month? I've neither lost any li
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