|| I'm posting it here too because I'm a dirty double-dipper

in diameter. Though inert in the wraith’s hand, magic power thrummed across its surface, untapped but waiting to be utilized.

“Behold the palantír, seeing-stone of the Uttermost West. With it, one may commune to other palantíri, across length and time, and with great power of will and mind,
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and speaks with the authority of his Dark Lord, who dwells still at Barad-dûr.

“My master, Sauron the Great, bids you good tidings,” the faceless emissary, through his mask of spines and spires, conveys a tone of geniality.

“We shall be brief, but cast aside concerns to our motivation, for
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Atop the spire of Barad-dûr, in the nephrite halls, communion begins with the rumbling tintinnabulation of a dolorous bell. There was no instrument of the like within the spire; the drone of resonating black brass was a manifestation of the will of Sauron, beckoning the ill servants to heel,
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Visages and vistas emerge through smoke and murk swirling within the perfect sphere of crystalline make. The will of Sauron directs the palantír's gaze; with the command and might of the Dark Lord's fortitude of purpose and master of mind, the eye of the deep black medium was cast wide and far,

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where its unrelenting gaze may survey at will, employing visual allegory that compares the malicious visage to the nature of the Necromancer's Domination of this land from its Black Gate to the fires of the volcanic mountain belching its sky-choking smoke.

Atop the spire of Barad-dûr, the baleful gaze of the Necromancer surveys, surmises... watches...

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