Evil

Dear Guriwen 

Deorla stood at the threshold of their new house, her heart fluttering with excitement as the early morning light streamed through the trees. The house was smaller than she'd imagined altho still much bigger than the previous one, there was something about it that made her chest swell with pride. The stone walls gleamed in the sun, a clear sign that the work was good, even if the cost had nearly drained their savings.

Whilst I was making my supper last night I was interrupted by a repetitive, rapid knocking at my door.  I answered to see a young woman standing there, she was obviously distraught and was carrying an infant swaddled in a shawl, he was crying, his face ruddy and tear stained.  I ushered them into my spare room which I have now prepared as a treatment room for my growing healing practice.  Immediately she stepped into my home I felt that same chill, a presence ever growing and with bad intent.   I felt on edge, could I catch this...

The day after my experience whilst gathering milk thistle I rose early, I was feeling strangely unsettled as if there were some unfinished business I had failed to attend to.  I had my breakfast and then headed to Errak’s home in Bree, a cottage just north of the Inn Gate which skirted the Bree farmsteads.  Upon my arrival I could hear chopping wood, I headed to the rear of the cottage where.

*Page can be found near the bar in the forsaken Inn. it seams to have fallen from the book it was being wrote in while its writer leaves.*

Day one.

The Forsaken Inn.

Domruth stands in the middle of the circle that is in the middle of the water that is more than knee deep. Around her are the ruins and from all over one can hear chanting in a strange language. Domruth holds two curved swords and her raven black hair flow to her right but... There is no wind.

Rohan is aflame. Only shortly have I looked upon the sea of grass that I once dared to call my home. Its destruction was already known to me. The Riddermark has little to offer me, at this moment.

“I will be gone for two hours or so, don’t you all worry. It is just a small walk,’’ These words proved enough for an excuse. The walk would take more than two hours. With all luck it wouldn’t take longer than  a day or so. A little lie about getting lost or so might do the trick, or maybe they wouldn’t even bother that much with the  disappearance?