My eyes opened, and I was confused, I could not remember what had happened at all the last night. I sat up and looked around. What I saw was not pleasant, to say the least.It was dark, I was beneath a snow-covered tent, and all around I saw Angmarim soldiers. My weapons were gone, as was my face mask, 
leaving only my cloth mouth cover on my face. I saw my mask laying a few feet away from me, but before I could get to it, a tall man of Angmar walked up to me, and spoke in crude westron, “You, Ranger, what brings you here?”
I said nothing.
“Speak! What makes you think you could come here by yourself? Perhaps you are a spy? You Rangers have made too much trouble for us, and your arrogance has brought you here to me. My men recovered you from the storm, tell me of your intentions, or I will make you speak!”
I said nothing.
“Fine! If you don’t speak, then you will scream!”
He began to walk away, moving toward one of the weapon racks nearby. I quickly stood to my feet, and lunged at him, bringing my wrist ties around his neck, and pulled hard. He struggled and tried to scream, but no air left his mouth. I pulled harder against his neck, and soon he stopped, and fell to the ground. I went over to get my mask, and placed it again over my face.
The commotion seemed to have gone unseen; most of the men were busy on the other side of the encampment. I knew I only had a few moments before someone saw me, so I cut the bonds holding my wrists, and silently sunk back into the shadows.
I had to reclaim my equipment and supplies, I would not last long without them. I followed a dimly lit pathway down the hillside, and into the larger part of the camp. Some trees were scattered about, and I quickly moved from tree to tree. I saw a stone fortification a few hundred yards away, and slowly made my way to it. The stone fort wasn’t much of a fort, only a wall, facing to the west. I made my way up some steps to a raised platform that was at the base of the wall. A large campfire lay a few hundred feet away, with men of Angmar encircled around it. One seemed to be leading them, giving orders or telling a story. I saw my blades at his belt, so I decided to wait for a time to strike. Soon enough he was finished, and moved over to get some ale from a keg, at least I think it was ale. I moved over to him, and swiped my dagger from his belt, quickly following it up with a stab to his mid-section. He let out a cry just loud enough to be heard by the men at the fire. They came to investigate, but by the time they were close enough to see his body in the darkness, I was gone
I had no supplies, but my biggest concern now was that Angmarim were traveling farther west from Angmar, which did not bode well for us.
