The incredible, beautiful Donnottar Castle of northern Scotland.
This is actually one of my father’s photos; I haven’t been here since I was very little. It is one of my mother’s all-time favorite places in the world. I can see why.
It took one and a half thousand years for the new kingdoms of Men to be founded, and become settled into the rebuilt lands of Erâth. By this time, memory of the First Age was but a legend, and all that remained was the knowledge that there had once been a great disaster, and the world was forever changed. The great wars of Men were forgotten, but what Men now found themselves contending with was the darkness.
The two great manifestations of darkness were, of course, the Duithèn and the Namiren, the races of Darkness and Death. Through them, though, grew terrible and twisted forms of life, and became the creatures of darkness. The Duithèn spread far and wide over the lands, quietly inhabiting Aélûr, and seeking always to spread to Thaeìn and Cathaï. Where they lived, trees grew crooked, and beasts wild-eyed and terrible. The Namirèn, passing from place to place in ghost-like form, took the threads of the Duithèn with them, and brought death wherever they went.
The creatures of Darkness themselves were many and varied, and only the few that were directly involved in the battles to […]
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The deadly beach at Morcambe.
The beach here in Morcambe struck me with its monochromatic, desolate beauty. In that beauty is a terrible danger, also; the flatness of the land means the tides come in at an astonishing rate, and there was once a case of people drowning because they were unable to outrun it.
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