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Friends among the inhabitants of Bancross Village take a ride together just before sunset. They may not all be fearsome warriors, but each does their part, and each is a 'Horse Lord' in their own way.
“I want to write something for you, Ethel. A sort of secret between you, your papa and me. I know you and I have joked about it in the past. But I have to tell you …
(Re-uploaded due to removal by the LA team. I have added IC elements and shortened the OOC section to the bare minimum of information required to state the crafting process of the shields and provide sources, since I, the player of Waelden, retain all copyrights.)
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Hild had waited until she had counted all the men leaving the Dragon. There had been eight in the cellar that night. Nine including Paega. He had told them it would be the last meeting for some time. Captain Denholm was keeping an ever closer eye on who entered the village. They had understood, though muttered a little about the curtailing of their ‘sport’.
It is an early spring morning and the sun is still lingering behind the White mountains, currently warming up the realm of Gondor. But soon it will cast its rays of light on Rohan and our village as well. I have taken to rising early from bed, so I can train my mind and body in solitude, away from the judging eyes of my fellow villagers.
A Rider, sent by Eohere, arrives at the house of Waelden and Yllfa in Bancross. The man has some problems with his young mount, but faithfully delivers his message. The household are to expect a visitor soon.