"A warlike race of old ... they would fight fiercely against whomsoever aggrieved them... wild beasts, or not seldom their own kin."
Of the Sindar, The Silmarillion
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| As the years passed, he fell into despair, and lost all hope. |
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The Cloven Spoor
Tarkrig the Mangelder - Beastlord
Foul in wisdom, cruel in strength, misshaping what he touched, twisting what he ruled.
Khulathur Vilebane - Wargor Battle Standard
Like a beast and yet not of beast-shape.
Vulpox Fleshhide - Bray Shaman
The hearts of those that tasted them were filled with shadows of madness and despair.
The Savage Longhorns - Bestigor
Curses they heeded not, nor understood the tongues of western men; crying with harsh voices like beasts.
The Unrighteous Herd - Gor
Now the remnant, having long multiplied in the dark, were coming forth once more and roaming far and wide.
The Red Stampede - Gor
Fell beasts inhabited by dreadful spirits that he had imprisoned in their bodies.
The Blood Gulpers - Gor
Beasts became monsters of horn and ivory and dyed the earth with blood.
The Battle Masters - Ungor
The Last Battle that shall be at the end of days.
Saddleback - Razorgor
I don't trust you little swine. You've no guts outside your own sties.
Kucumatz - Cockatrice
It was a winged creature: if bird, then greater than all other birds... its vast pinions were as webs of hide between horned fingers; and it stank.
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