Seregrian

           Seregrian awakens slowly, letting herself drift upwards from sleep to wakefulness.  She looks around at her surroundings in confusion, for this is not the place where she lay down to rest mere hours before.  She is standing in a high place, a platform within a vast open grotto.  As she turns slowly to take in the sight, she recognizes it: 

           Daylight strengthens in the skies over Edoras, although far-sighted eyes can see a darkening wall of gloom beginning to climb over the edge of the world from the East.  The people of the city are shaking off the dreadful passage of the Flying Terror that swooped over Meduseld, before winging its way west and north towards Isengard.  Once it passes out of sight, the Rohirrim se

           Night descends upon Edoras as the sun dips beneath the edge of the world, watchfires and lamps beginning to shine in the gathering gloam.  From the main gate of the city, a road runs straight between two rows of mounds, seven upon the left hand, nine upon the right:  the Barrow Field, where sleep the kings of the Riddermark. 

Pledges Honored

Hytbold is now the site of the Witan, the gathering of the Thanes and Reeves of the Eastemnet of Rohan that will decide the course of the battle for the Riddermark.  The gathering is anything but civil, as words both heated and hateful fill the hall.  Voices call for action, and restraint; accusations fly of ambitions and suspicion; loyalties are declared and questioned.  The Witan is divided down the center wit

           Seregrían and the Riders Four have returned to Harwick, and rest one more day before departing for Cliving and their ongoing errantry.  As they gather for a shared meal at the Harwick tavern, they are joined by Caeorwulf, who has bitter news to relate.  At the will of Lord Harding, he shall rejoin the errand-riders and ride north to Wildermore as planned.      

We did not stay at the inn for long. Just long enough to make sure the others of the company left and returned as quick as possible to the company house. Amathlan returned to Bree with them, to gather up more bodies. Though we were only scouting, it was best for more of us to be there in case something went wrong.

           The battle in the caverns of Tith-Maudhûl has been fought and won. Seregrían and the Iron Garrison rout the merrevail, bolts of energy flying from the tip of her staff, nipping at their retreating heels, pursuing them through the halls, the Elf-scholar fast outrunning her allies.