north downs

She sat awake all through the night the scent of distant lake Evendim permeating the air. On her lap lay the medal on its thin silver chain. It had been the imprinted coat of arms she was staring at for hours now while the campfire smoked beside her. Sparrow shook her head, the early birds would start their song soon and her decision had been made, it was time to act after its fashion.

     After I had escaped from the Angmarim, things went more quickly, much less excitement. Eventually I made it to the Lossoth city of Suri-kyla.

Taskmaster Fulzog of Gurzum looked out over the empty outpost. The fighters have left and he was left behind with the second grade wimps to defend the camp. It was of little matter to the old orc though as after today, he and his tribe would become legends in the songs and tales of all orc-kind.

"Sickle-Fly again?! We do we always have to eat the stinking bugs?" Gorb shook his head before smacking that lowly rat of a Hurz back in his place with the stirring spoon. "Because I am the one making the food! If you know how to make this filth into something decent give it a try! Otherwise just hold your tongue and let me do the job!" Hurz scurried of somewhere, most likely to polish those wolf teeth of his. Chieftain said that the maggot used to keep them as pets until the previous cook made them into dinner.

The journey wasn't so hard now that I know the Trollshaws better. It still took me twelve days to get to Bree, mind. And three days from there to get to the border of the North Downs. Orcs are everywhere. Wherever you look there is an orc or warg nearby... When I finally found the gate to Trestlebridge, the town was in a sorry state. Smoke rose from burnt out homes... and carts were overthrown in ruins. Provisions lay scattered, and many were weeping.