My name is Eradaén, son of Eradan, I am a Ranger of the North, I was born into the bloodline of the Kingdom of Arnor, I am………………….Dunadán.
Wanderer of the Lonelands….
Long now it has been since I have seen any soul walk these lands. The only life I have seen is that of the wildlife that inhabits these barren plains. Craban circle from above, spies, watching the road which winds its way through to the Last Bridge.
Wargs, and orcs populate the ruins which stand in memory of their former glory. The Shornbeard dwarves are ever present in Mithrenost causing concern for those whom reside at Ost Guruth.
Ost Guruth being the only friendly settlement in these cold, bitter, lands. I have pledged to keep an eye also on these folk. Ensuring they do not fall foul of the evils which lurk close by.
For there are fouler things than orcs and goblins which inhabit the stinking quagmires of Haragmar and Harloeg. It is my duty and privilege as a wandering pilgrim to aid those whom require it.
I look now across to the great watchtower of Amon Súl and see lights flickering around its peaks. I know these are fires, and not campfires, but fires of the disgusting filth which lurk there now.
I can ne’er rest whilst such horrors walk these lands. I must do my utmost best to protect those whom deem it, and to rid these lands of such evil.
I shall wander these lands never resting, ever watchful…………………….
……. No diriel! No venen! Avo osto! Hebo Estel!.....................
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