TURAMBAR by Úmarth

AT WAR WITH THE WORLD, AND ALL IT’S JOY BEGRUDGED.
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“Then he drew forth his sword and said: “Hail, Gurthang, iron of death, thou alone now remainest! But what lord or loyalty dost thou know, save the hand that wieldeth thee? From no blood wilt thou shrink! Wilt thou take Túrin Turambar? Wilt thou slay me swiftly?”
And from the blade rang a cold voice in answer: “Yea, I will drink thy blood, that I may forget the blood of Beleg my master, and the blood of Brandir slain unjustly. I will slay thee swiftly.”
Then Turin set the hilts upon the ground, and cast himself upon the point of Gurthang, and the black blade took his life.”
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Original artwork by my father, Gary Bishop.
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Special thanks to Personaluschirecords

NO FAITH LEFT IN MAN