Grief

I was out in the Lone Lands, clearing it of Wargs and any other foul beast I found. I came across something....I have never seen before. My heart wept at the sight..... The locals call the wretched place..... Was it Hangmar? I forget the sight was so shocking.... As an elven knight, blood and gore certainly do not make me queasy....

Everything into the Dark

Speak of me, and I shall appear
Remnant of the past
Ghost lingering through regret
Voicing concern, trod not the path of my choosing
For given time, you would face me
And thus, face the furnance

Sorrow. Woe and Sorrow. I did not know how to respond once I heard the news that Vardarianna had been captured.
"WHAT?!" I yelled, my voice carrying over the passages of Tâl Bruinen, I shook my head in anger, "B-but how?!"
Minyelaire did not respond, instead staring at me, intently yet...-