(Takes place about 5 years ago. Djeru is an older teen.)

Scrambling up from the ground, Djeru made a mad dive, narrowly somersaulting beneath the slow swinging blade of his opponent. The larger man, who bore a great bushy black beard and swung his two handed blade around like a plaything, gave a great bellowing laugh.

"Can't you sit still and fight?" He jeered in the rumbling tongue of the Haradrim. 

Lusseriel was sitting near the fire and trying to enjoy the peace of the night and the sound of the fire nearby, a sound and scent that stayed a comfort through the years. The sky was clear, the rain had finished falling some time ago and in the sky the moon was brightly shining.

Well, I've been here a few weeks now, and so far so good. I found a few low-level, somewhat legitimate jobs. I've scouted out most of the surrounding areas, and I have to say, it's a rather nice place! Rolling hills, green meadows, a nice little town... pretty much perfect in that respect. The countryside is overrun by brigands though. Maybe not entirely bad (at least not for me), but a nuisance. There's a dense forest southwest of town, found a good spot for hunting in there. I shouldn't run out of hide for tailoring, which brings me to my next point: a vocation.

Ryn stands away from the rest of her group looking down a hill at a small cottage uneasily and takes a moment to adjust her armour yet again, It just didn't seem to fit quite right. She looks over her shoulder nervously to the rest of her group and the old woman they had been seeking, the group consisted of Finchley, Nethrida, Addiela and the Xan sisters.

Gondor Soldier - Click to Listen

A theme for Tarsorel, the former Soldier of Gondor. Ryheric played this piece on his lute while thinking of Tarsorel the ex soldier of Gondor. Once leading a "normal" life, it was ravaged and torn apart by violence and war, long absences from his family and simple dreams since forgotten. The soldier having nothing left, turned to the bottle for comfort... and while he spent some time in fugue and darkness, has begun to re-emerge to renewed life, new allies and second chances.

It was Teba who alerted Djeru of the impending danger. 

After riding past the sorry excuse for a tavern that was the Forsaken Inn, he had decided to make his own encampment just off of the road a few minutes ride ahead. He had set his bedroll beneath the only boughed tree he could find, and had started a small fire to keep warm while he slept. All things he was accustomed to doing. 

Now for a brew from the old Green Dragon,

Here's to a brew from the old Green Dragon,

Drink down a brew from the old Green Dragon,

We've gone and baled all the hay!

Good Farmer Tomley gonna drink all night,

Careful, Farmer Tomley, don't drink all night.

But the work's near done, there's an end in sight,

So Tomley's gonna drink all day.

Down by the river we dance and play,