Bree

Meeting of Minds

Greenlake Cottage, Pemberth in the Bree-land

At the Starmere Lake, a seduction most sensual takes place.

It was to be expected. Ryheric is a bard according to the people of Bree. Though, the title is modestly (or obnoxiously) denied by the man himself.

Bards, scalds, minstrels. Traveling musicians, these drifter types do have a certain social reputation. Farmers in Bree aimed to keep their daughters away from Ryheric.

The man had too easy a smile and was rather dark looking with a vicious sword almost always at his hip. In Bree he had met most of those he knew at the tavern.

Khaki. Click here to listen
A song of peaceful, civilised beauty with a thin layer of sickness.

Of Bree-land

Much of the text of this diary entry is interspersed and scattered with lists, notes, questions and rough diagrams, especially through the opening paragraphs.  Questions of provision, of packing and supply, lists of names which generally seem to belong to Breeish folk, or those of the wandering Eglain.  Geographic points, and estimates of miles between them.  Sketched and crude drawings of specific places on the eastern road that may present difficulty and danger, with arrows and labels showing points of attack.  It is no consistent work, rat

My armour be restored and returned, and friend Maynard has done passing fine work.  Alas, with every rent and tear that the Breeish smiths repair, I fear its worth and strength be lessened, for there be none in these lands with the craft to fully restore metalwork of such make and quality.  Nevertheless, it be all that can be done for this while - mayhap, if I find a smith of rare talent in my travels, it be possible to full restore it yet.  But of this I have no expectation, and only a bare hope.

Coward

Angrinc sat, and the fruits of his labour were scattered about him.  He glanced toward his mailed gauntlets, soaked in blood and gore, shaking in terror even now that the danger had passed.  He could feel the pounding of his heart, each fierce beat both a welcome relief and cruel reminder of the terror he had felt scarce minutes before.

You’re nothing but a coward

Madaurbeth,