Luithrandir

Prologue: The Forlorn Ranger

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Official Document

The day draws near, for centuries the Men of Westernesse have roamed ever vigil in the old borders of the Northern-kingdom and now it is my hour to serve. My brother have left the comfort of the Angle behind some three years ago and now my day draws nigh. Being the second son to depart and serve I have had the liberty to take insight from my siblings embarkation. 

The Forlorn Ranger

Author: 
The sole author of these collected documents and notes is Luithrandir

"The tales of a Ranger, his duties, his oath and endless watch."
 

 

 

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Hunting wolves

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Story

The sun had set long ago and the night had swallowed any light that would dare to brighten up the darkness of the woods. The wind had settled, the leaves hung still on the their branches and cold that late autumn brings had made the leaves crisp as they dangled from the tree tops. The forests of the Shire was dead silent, save for the howling of wolves and the beating footsteps of their prey. 

 

 

Harsh lesson

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The two are readying their steeds and regulating their own quivers and packs, their cloaks wet and their hairs dripping. They look at each other, one with contempt and the other with frustration. There is an eerie feeling as twilight falls and the girl lets out a final scream of agony before her scream vanishes into the night.

 

Incursion at Sarn Ford

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Story

A torn olive cloak floats with the faint stream on the ford, for a moment it seems that nothing stands in its way; that it will travel forever downstream and find it’s peace. For a moment there seems to be hope before the cloak hits a boulder that has managed to reach the surface of the ford while so many others rest beneath the water. The cloak latches onto the rock as water pounces it from behind; in a heartbeat the current picks up seemingly from nowhere; the cloak and everything that it symbolizes is devoured by the water.

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