RIP Bandrauth Adder-fang, who loyally served his new Dourhand lord. Out with the old, he said.

RIP Ugarad the Harbinger, who led his faithful on a suicide mission of Hobgoblin diplomacy and apprenticeship, just to bring Drugoth back. He died happily. Drugoth is a lucky one to have such good children.

RIP all the crystal cultists, in search of meaning they fell in love with the fetid Master hidden in the muck of decomposed bones. They had good taste.

RIP Ruvaran, who tried to initiate a mass scale terror attack and bring an entire mountain down. What a smart chump.

RIP Ailgar, ordered to take charge of the tower but too bored to actually do that so teamed up with Ruvaran. He knew where the greatest fireworks would be and was happy to die for it.

RIP Aniochan, who thought it makes sense to satisfy Mordirith by creating two brothers obsessed with a vile bile pile who loved each other very much.

RIP Oganuin and her gardeners, happily buried in the ground. They just wanted to go back home and cultivate things.

RIP Garvadach, the sorcerer of curiosities, an explorer of the sewers and local fauna. He knew of the terrible power of the rats.

RIP (not yet but soon) Asachal (???) risen from the dead (???) who just wants to... brainwash everyone and become a Witch-queen of the Angmarim hive mind!

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RIP the bat trainers of Dun Traikh and Elderslade crystal experimenters, who actually wanted to win a war and restore Angmar. I guess no one will be missing those guys... so boring!





Really, I'm satisfied with the characterization here... I really wouldn't mind some kind of undercover Further Adventures where we become an Angmarim apprentice and switch from Master to Master only to find out that the previous one was actually much more compelling and a cool pal to converse with, regardless of any crazy hobbies they might have, and it would have been true each single time!