East of the Mountains of Shadow lies a land where nothing grows and no light falls clean. Orodruin smolders at its heart, bleeding fire into a sky choked with ash, and above the plain of Gorgoroth the Dark Tower keeps its endless watch.
Here the Nine ride. Once they were kings of Men, proud and great, until the rings they were given hollowed them into wraiths bound forever to the will of the Enemy. Their black horses were lost at the Ford of Bruinen, so now they ride winged things out of a forgotten age, bred in the dark and fed on foul meat until they grew beyond the measure of all other flying things. Where their shadow passes, courage fails, and the cry they give freezes the blood of all who hear it.
This piece captures the black land in full: the Mountain of Fire in eruption, the tower of Barad-dûr on the horizon, and a Nazgûl on his fell beast crossing the ashen sky in search of the one thing his master lost.
Art by Rick Harrison (@hiddenroomart)
Black heavyweight Comfort Colors 1717 short sleeves, discharge ink by Grim Graphics.
Available for one week only. Then it passes back into shadow.Please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping after the sale window has closed.Please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping after the sale window has closed.
East of the Mountains of Shadow lies a land where nothing grows and no light falls clean. Orodruin smolders at its heart, bleeding fire into a sky choked with ash, and above the plain of Gorgoroth the Dark Tower keeps its endless watch.
Here the Nine ride. Once they were kings of Men, proud and great, until the rings they were given hollowed them into wraiths bound forever to the will of the Enemy. Their black horses were lost at the Ford of Bruinen, so now they ride winged things out of a forgotten age, bred in the dark and fed on foul meat until they grew beyond the measure of all other flying things. Where their shadow passes, courage fails, and the cry they give freezes the blood of all who hear it.
This piece captures the black land in full: the Mountain of Fire in eruption, the tower of Barad-dûr on the horizon, and a Nazgûl on his fell beast crossing the ashen sky in search of the one thing his master lost.
Art by Rick Harrison (@hiddenroomart)
Black heavyweight Comfort Colors 1717 short sleeves, discharge ink by Grim Graphics.
Available for one week only. Then it passes back into shadow.Please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping after the sale window has closed.Please allow 2-3 weeks for shipping after the sale window has closed.