Combe

The smell of bread filled the tiny house, if it could even be called a house. The shudders had been thrown open to the world, the rose-gold rays of dawn letting the dust shimmer in the sky like fool’s gold as it cast its glow on the flour-covered wooden table of the kitchen-corner. The ‘men’ of the house, small men though they be, had already left to fulfill their duties for the day, leaving their sisters behind to bicker amongst themselves, out of earshot and out of mind.

A/N: Hello! If you're reading this, I'm looking for feedback, critique and comments on storywriting, like pace, tone, enjoyment. I haven't written in a long time and it's been more than a year since I'd done something for LotRO RP, and decided to pen up a multi-part story on this character's current plotline, so that I can get back into the habit of writing and improve my storytelling skills.

Any feedback I get is very very appreciated! It would help me a lot towards getting back into the flow of things!

Cathdil woke up in the middle of the night cause of a loud banging on his door. He looked around his room, it was dark and from the outside he could hear a heavy rain falling, behind the banging. He shrugged the sleep away for a bit, still being tired after a long days work of harvesting on his field. He got up and walked over to his wardrobe, opening it. There were a bunch of clothes in there along with a chest. He unlocked the chest with a key he had around his neck. In it some green clothes, a bow along with arrows, a sword and a dagger were laying.

He collected his pay for the week, wiping at the sweat on his furrowed brow, his skin reddened from that sun. The chestnut colt cantered around in the corral, Aldfryd pausing to watch him. He spoke to his boss, his voice deep and soft, "That one's nervous, but he's coming along. Needs a bit more time than the others."

Ceyowyn and Farlorn make it to the town of Combe, where it seems a number of people need help. The first thing she thought of doing was to take up a trade as something to do in her downtime. This town would be the first chance the two would have at an actual rest, but there is still much work that needs to be done. After speaking with Jill Brushwood; the mistress of apprentices within the crafting hall she took up a vocation and began learning her trade.

Part 4

The Midgewater Marshes is an ideal place to dump a body...

After sleeping for the night, Immalaine did what she could for the people at Trestlebridge.  Little things to ease their hardships and maybe make their lives a bit easier.  Though, as their demands grew more perilous, Rastellion took her aside.