Ost Guruth

OOC – Author’s Note:

OOC – Author’s Note:

OOC - Author's Note:

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To leave the valley of Rivendell was to leave the warmth and safety of the elven enclave in one fell swoop. Autumn rain greeted Kennet on the High Moor, wetting the damp ground and making passage through the wilderness difficult.

My dear Cedwyn,

Just before nightfall, Ost Guruth’s guards climbed to the holes in the outer walls they called their watchposts. There was no gate to close against intruders, so all were attentive to riders on the road, especially those who stopped at the stables at the foot of the broken stairs leading to their derelict castle. The stablemaster held up his lantern to the Men on the ridge, swiveled the shield three times, and signaled that the newcomer was a friend.