It was not a year after we had formed the Bane of the White Hand that I had been summoned to a council in the North by a ranger going by the name of Halbarad. In the absense of my brother, Eotharl who had recently been summoned by Eomer to return to Rohan in absense of our father, a choice was placed upon me, whether to leave Eodarl responsible for the Bane of the White Hand in my stead or to disband our clan. Of course I had chosen to hold him responsible and set off within the week, after packing my things for the ranger camp known as 'Hidden Hope' in the common tongue.
I had left, leaving Eodarl responsible for the training and recruitment for my division, the scouts, also leaving them under his command, which I dearly regret not bringing them with me. On my journey northwards I encountered an unnaturally large camp of Orcs of many tribes, all hailing from Angmar, some mixed with the blood of twisted Men. "Through this camp I must ride" I said to my horse, Erethin. Together, we rode through the camp of orcs, my sword in my left hand, hitting the orcs with it as I passed them at a great speed. There, I was fired at by archers, many arrows passing me at a great speed, but they were no match for my experienced war horse, Erethin. Together, as one, we rode through the camp, many orcs travelling behind us. We finally passed through a great pass in the mountains near by, into the land of the Rangers. By this point, I had realised the threat to the South of which I had passed through would spread. I continued riding Northwards until I came upon a strange field, filled with terrible horrors such as foul wolves and orcs. At this point I had realised I must have made a wrong turn, I then headed eastwards, searching for this 'Hidden Hope'. I saw few road signs on my journey eastwards, only some had pointed to a small setltlement of what seemed to be Rangers, though they would not reveal their identidy to me. They would only tell me to continue my journey east if I wished to find any hint of civilisation.
Finally, after what seemed like months, though it was only a matter of one or two weeks, I had arrived at a mountain pass that had been heavily guarded. Within a matter of hours I was allowed into their camp with an escort to the tent of the one who had sent me the invitation for the council. He stood before me, tall with dark hair, typical of their kind, only he wore no mask nor hood. He looked down upon me with his grey gaze before bowing before me and offering me to sit. He spoke to me about an alliance to free the north before inviting three others, the mayor of Trestlebridge, a Dwarf, the leader of Othrikar and an Elf of Meluinen, presumably the leader. We all had a great conversation that had lasted for many hours before finally agreeing on an alliance that must be made between the five of us. We had all signed a treaty of the North, the agreement of a protection force of Rangers, Dwarves, Elves and Men to protect the Northern lands from the treachory of Angmar. I was summoned as a representitive for our clan, the Bane of the White Hand. He would like me to lead a small band of rangers, along with my scouts to a fortress, Andrath to the South of the Bree-Lands to secure it and use it as a vantage point for traders to pass through the once, vastly travelled route has been blocked off by brigands and orcs. My task has been to set this route free and destroy the evil within, allowing the route to be travelled once more. This, is my task, should I choose to accept it.
Within the next few weeks, after assembling my group of rangers, each being highly trained with a bow, sword and all able to ride a horse, we headed south, towards the region known as Meluinen with the Elven ambassador. When we had reached the refuge of their small city, the Elf parted his way and we continued our journey south, around the perimeter of the massive lake of Nen Harn...
