Blackwolds

"No Master Coeldazar, I do not think so!" cried out the dwarf, replacing the book on the shelf. 

"C'Mon, Shangtai, I need somebody watching my back. I've never seen a dwarf move as quietly as you did when I found you in the Chetwood."

Volbjorn’s honey eyes flickered an amber glow in the light of the fire as he knelt by its warmth. He breathed slow, deep inhales with measured, prolonged exhales as he focused his mind and body on the task ahead. He knew now it was by design the little sparrow lead his steps to the town of Combe, and as he sat he began to recall the events that led him into the dark of Chetwood under the black of the New Moon.
 

OOC note: This is an old chronicle about these characters, a non canon history. Currently these characters have another background, but we keep this chronicle published because we wrote it with love 

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Sunlight filtered down through the budding branches of the Yellow Tree. Jonn squinted up, smiling at having the warm spring breeze on his neck. He looked back at Glorwen, making sure the lead-line between them didn't get caught as they maneuvered around the large trunk. Content she was following safely, he repositioned his aching backside and faced forward again, giving Scorch's mane a playful stroke whether he liked it or not.

His mug mug struck the table as he set it down, soon following with a rumbling laugh. Skunkwood raised his fist to brush away the tears his fit of laughter brought him, Applewood had a sort of quiet laugh as he sat down on the chair his head tilted as he looked down his boot.

I had an interesting talk with Ellany the other night, one that has been on my mind in the last two days.

Diary, 

Diary,

It's been wonderful... I can barely stop to think straight my minds all a-flutter. I guess I should explain all that's happened.

It has been ten years since the brothers left Edunas, The youngest thinks, as he arrives at Archet, slipping through the gates late at night, covered in dark clothing from head to toe.  He has lived like this ever since setting out, moving under the cover of night, hiding his face.  It is perhaps due to the people he has had to ally himself with over the years to survive; he has fallen further and further behind Damlan in his journey and now may have lost his trail altogether.  He can find no tracks past Archet, so in Archet he will stay.

Scarlock and the Chetwood Runaways