Part I of Howls On The East Road
The ride north had been long and dangerous, their evil howls his only guide in the black of night as his fear grew of the dark fiends passing beyond the South Downs and crossing into the Lone-Lands. If they did, he knew, they would pose a great threat to the Eglain or any other that traveled the East Road.
Alas it was so that on that final night of his trek, as he passed the final corner of his hidden trail into the southern valleys, the hills were dancing with blackened shadows. Their eerie, red eyes and flashing fangs taunting him from a distance. Their howls nigh continuous, like victorious chants that no doubt carried for many miles across the surrounding landscape.
"Then so it will be!" He shouted at the top of his lungs in defiance of the shadows below, pushing down his boots into the sides of his horse as he stood up in his saddle. The horse pushing his front legs off the ground to rear up in support of it's rider.
"Long have I heard your taunts, longer still has been my hunt for you!" He continued, "But we will settle it here, in these lands! The lands of my people, the Eglain ánd the Dúnedain!"
And as if his words were heard by fair Arien herself so came Anar over the mountains in the east, bathing the valley in her radiance. The howling fiends cursing his name as they scattered, their threatening forms now mere shadows in the underbrush, seeking shelter from the light.
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And so returned Edhellaer Caradhirion, Ranger of Cardolan, to the lands of the Eglain, bound to him by blood and through it under his protection from whatever dangers may encroach on their dwellings.
Later that day, after scattering the fiends across the hills, he turned west to bring word of warning to the Forsaken Inn where some may have seen him speak with the few Eglain that linger there still, though few words would they speak of the ranger to those who asked.
Now he dwells on the southern slopes of the Weather Hills, just behind that same inn. Guarding the road from the fiends by day, and hunting them by night.
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The author of this piece will gladly roleplay out in the wilds with strangers and encourages those interested to send a message here on The Laurelin Archives, in-game under the name 'Edhellaer' or on the discord server under that same name. If you are in the Lone-Lands often, chances are our paths will cross!
