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Morgul Lord is the inaugural character in Sideshow Collectibles' line of Legendary Scale Lord of the Rings busts. Larger than most men, the immortal Witch-king of Angmar stands twenty-two inches tall from the base bottom to the tip of his war-mask. The presence of the Morgul Lord will be felt in any room, his eyeless gaze will haunt those who behold him. This impressively large bust is cast in polystone and fiberglass, hand finished and painted to exacting standards. Each bust is packaged in a durable foam interior, and will arrive intact to menace your other Lord of the Rings collectibles.
Long ago, the Dark Lord Sauron ensnared nine kings of Men with the gift of Rings. Magical rings these were - Rings of Power - seemingly granting their wearers great foresight and abilities beyond those of mortal Men. But in secret the Dark Lord had crafted a single Ruling Ring, the One Ring, which he kept for himself. Imbued with his own spirit, the One Ring was a tool of domination, and, upon his placing it upon his finger, all who wore the lesser Rings, including the Nine, became his slaves.
Now thralls of the Dark Lord, the nine kings have become Ringwraiths, withered, undead, immortal spirits, doomed to serve only the will of their master and bring terror and destruction to those under his power. Empty vassals, devoid of memory or hope, they are mere extensions of Sauron's own spirit, and under his control they scour the lands of Middle-earth, undertaking errands of evil and conquest.
Greatest of the Nine's bearers is one sorcerer king with many names, among them, the Witch-king and the Lord of the Nazgul. He is the Morgul Lord, master of the fortress of Minas Morgul and Sauron's appointed captain in the field. During the War of the Ring the Dark Lord sends his second into battle at the head of his armies, striking terror in his foes. The scream of the Ringwraith, echoing in their skulls, is enough to send most running for their lives, but those that somehow muster their resolve and fight find themselves starring into an abyss of black beneath the tall-crowned helm of the Morgul Lord. Underneath the dark cowl and behind the iron mask, there is no human face to be reasoned with, no living eyes to appeal to for mercy, no soul to be found at all. In the pit that was once a man, there is now only death and emptiness, a shadow of a life sucked away, leaving only the indomitable will of the master behind, a weapon, just like the flail and sword he bears into battle, and the last thing his mortal enemies will ever see.
Artist(s): Steve West
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