rohan

It has been ten years since the brothers left Edunas, The youngest thinks, as he arrives at Archet, slipping through the gates late at night, covered in dark clothing from head to toe.  He has lived like this ever since setting out, moving under the cover of night, hiding his face.  It is perhaps due to the people he has had to ally himself with over the years to survive; he has fallen further and further behind Damlan in his journey and now may have lost his trail altogether.  He can find no tracks past Archet, so in Archet he will stay.

A thirteen year old boy walks alone in the Riddermark, the wind tearing across the unsheltered landscape to rip the hood down from his head, revealing those cold eyes, those eyes which have seen things no child should ever have to see.  There is no emotion in that face, the blank look of indifference a clear mirror of the soul.  The boy cares little for anything now, not after everything was taken from him.  of course,  there is...was... friends in Edunas, and family.

So, I got this new book from the market last week and I finally thought of a good use for it. Which was to write down all my travels from Harwick to here, Bree-town which I only arrived in two weeks ago. I suppose I should introduce myself then get on with it. My name is Alfneath, Alfie for short, I’m from Harwick which is in the Eastmnet. That’s all you need to know for an introduction anyways so I’ll get started and I suppose this would be a good start.

If I would not have had an adventurer’s soul, I most likely would have not ever ended up in Bree. One might say it was destiny that brought me here. One way or another, here I am, far away from home. Bree is a strange land with strange folk, but yet at the same time is it s peaceful and quiet. It seems to attract all kinds of folk, both decent and those less decent. I have never quite understood what interest sell-swords have in Bree, but who am I to question that.

There came a day when Redwick left the Riddermark and Snowbourn that he was so fond of to return Bree-land where he wished to see his friends and companions once more. Though, what he found was more than what he expected and with Therwen tending to his daughter Erline with all her Redwick often lacked the close companionship he once had with her, though he continued to love her and Erline all the same. For he knew that there were a difference between a lover who is a stout shield-maiden and a mother.

Deorgast sat on the edge of a small cliff, observing the peaceful plains and hills of Rohan. He had his usual relaxed smile on his face as he looked around idly, a lot going through his head. He was fully recovered from his ugly wounds that almost had him killed a long time ago, back in the outskirts of Bree. It was the second time he got caught and beaten by his own kin, who judged him a deserter.
From that time, Deorgast kept the scar

In the night assailants came to Beaconwatch while the men were on unawares. Battle, fire, and the whistling of arrows set the air of alarm and soldiers went here and there to defend their home. Through the valiant efforts of the men the Orcs were beset, but not without loss, for there was great sadness from all those who had died.

Hemlef, son of Hemmel

​Hemlef was a guardsman in the service of the Thane who with a content life, he was wed to a beautiful woman who was with-child.