Notice: With the Laurelin server shutting down, our website will soon reflect the Meriadoc name. You can still use the usual URL, or visit us at https://meriadocarchives.org/

Treading North of Home



((This is a continuation of the journal of Hanns Mcorman

<http://laurelinarchives.org/node/18633> ))

I was meaning to begin this in my old Watchman notebook, but sadly it was ruined in the forests of Forochel by Kalpa-Kita, if I'm using the correct word. Or I'll just refer to them as giant felines.

Anyways.

It's been a few months since I've set off from Bree. Between losing my dear horse and belongings to goblins in the Shire to breaking up fights with my fellow company companions, it's been... well exhausting. I wasn't expecting to be this tired and hungry from all this walking. Certainly wasn't like this when I left for Bree from my farm in Kingsfell. Not to mention how my heart aches from not seeing Rhyanda... I wish she was here.

Evendim was, what should I say, beautiful. The lake... I could not ignore swimming in it. I truly wonder what it looked like before my time. We were attacked a few times by brigands and thieves, and although I wish that I hadn't, I had to end one of them. It was a mess cleaning my halberd afterwards. I still see his face at night... though I know that I should not think upon it much. It could have ended differently...

This northern land is all snow and cold. My hands and feet were numb for what seemed like days. It finally took me until a few days ago to get used to this bone-chilling cold.

The chieftess of the Susi Tribe took me on my first hunt for the giant cats. We walked for hours looking for one. When we finally did find one, I threw the spear, hitting the beast's back. Sadly, I really only angered it and it charged me. After a second spear, it pounced on me. The chieftess saved me by holding of the long fangs from ripping my face off. She also had a knife on her boot that I took from her to stab the animal's neck... I don't think I'll be hunting them again, but I have the respect of the tribe  and a knife to bring back.

But this is only my introduction since I am taking over this book of the Lossoth from a man I do not know. After this entry, I will be writing more on what I see from this tribe. Oh, and drawing the bay outside of Pynti-Peldot again. The first one was ruined...