McMordor By jflaxman Watch

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“Long had he journeyed, and many a trial had he faced during his epic quest. He had slain monsters, rescued fair maidens, stormed fortresses and thrown down idols raised to evils old as time. Yet all this was as nothing compared to the ultimate challenge that lay ahead. The Arch Defiler’s Crimson Keep rose high above the ashen plains, surmounted by the golden crest his minions raised in every land. Our hero paused; for a moment his enemy’s terrible visage appeared in the dark clouds above. It would have stopped a lesser heart; the Arch Defiler’s skin had a pale, necrotic sheen, but his lips were as red as a slaughterhouse floor and his hair was a fiery conflagration. This was the seemingly deathless being who had corrupted generations, bloating their bodies, dulling their minds and seducing them with base diversions. Ever mindful of the stench of boiling oil and roasting flesh, our hero tightened his grip on his sword and strode towards his destiny. Thunder rumbled overhead, and the blighted landscape shook with the laughter of an evil god…”

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Published : Oct 25, 2011