...and action

A request of the mayor

Hookworth, a warm autumn breeze lifts the leaves from the garden.  Light streams on the grass from out of the two-storey house that holds the Knights of Eriador. Inside the fireplace has been set alight and Beongarn, madelief and Oronir have gathered to listen to Oronir`s report.

Esteldin felt almost empty, with the Dunedains and their allies gathered, preparing for a journey further South. Yes, Grey Company was needed elsewhere, but the North was far from being safe. Many of the Rangers knew that and they left their beloved lands with a heavy heart.

The Wyld Hunt was always there and their allies could always count on the Wolves help, but the Pack was far from numerous. Spread around Eriador and beyond, the Hunt overextended and needed new eyes and teeth themselves.

Rosa sat at the kitchen table for several minutes before she realized one hand was over her mouth and had been for quite some time. The other hand still held the letter.

...is in quite a State, naturally. Your Uncle Will has made Inquiries with the local Bounders, but they are stumped, which, all respect to Cousin Fred, is not a terrible Surprise.

This list is intended as an alphabetical by surname catalogue of characters roleplayed as straight Bree-landers living in or near Combe, be they Big or Little Folk, and as an aid for the players to create pre-existing relationships between characters, out of the assumption that a character living in Combe his whole life would at the very least be acquainted with some others.

Excerpts from:

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

As writ by Oddvar of the Blue Mountains and Dalton Willow of Bree, T.A. 3015

My travels have bought me far and wide, up through the North of the Lone Lands I went and then East, to pass over the Trollshaws and into the Ettenmoors.