Angmar

     My eyes opened, and I was confused, I could not remember what had happened at all the last night. I sat up and looked around. What I saw was not pleasant, to say the least.It was dark, I was beneath a snow-covered tent, and all around I saw Angmarim soldiers. My weapons were gone, as was my face mask, leaving only my cloth mouth cover on my face.

“They still have prisoners in the mines. The Rift of Nûrz Ghâshu.”

It was then that Dolthafaer started to believe that he would meet his end in Angmar.

The hillman had stood at the edge of a cliff, pointing to a distant mountain range, black against the blood-red sky.  The cold bite of the northern wind had been nothing compared to the chill in his next words. 

“A winged host of worms.”

The trail of the orc host – and the prisoners they caried – had gone cold, and they had had little choice but to barter with this crude man of Aughaire for information that might save them days of wandering aimless in Malenhad.  But the price for that information had been steep. 

It was one of the usual night's for Renul as he was taking his random walk around bree, as usual he headed towards barrow downs, as his hobby is examination of behavior of the undead and other creatures there. Upon reaching the barrow downs, a cloaked figure, who did not introduce himself by the name, only as servant of angmar approached him, the man casually tapped Renul's back before he spoke. 

Dale pawed the ground outside the carriage house stable in Arrowhaven.  The young stallion likely sensed his new owner's apprehension but not that it stemmed from her reluctance to head out on assignment.  Sybri was biting her lip unconsciously as she tied her bedroll to the back of the saddle, while the horse simply felt tension.