Rohirrim

When summertime fell on the small hamlet of Archet, so did a worsening of Diane's health. Though she did her best to hide it from her husband and her daughter, Odelynne noticed. 

A poem recited by Wrecca son of Wíglac soon after swearing his loyalty to the Oathsworn.

OATHS SWORN AT EORL'S HALLOW

((A summary of the last year in West Rohan, and the events leading up to it. Get ready for links!))

A song of Aldburg lamenting the death of Éomund, originating in the months following his burial.

They stood upon the Deeping Wall, on guard together. The others of the patrol were also on guard, but spread further along the wall. Gaeded felt strange in this moment, though she thought that it should feel like any other day. Ælfræd stood next to her. He said nothing, looking out to the grassy plains before them and the silhouette of the ruined town of Marton in the distance. It was a quiet day, as usual, as no enemy dared to approach the great fortress.

“What are you doing?” Gaeded spoke, bewilderment across her face as she sat down next to her patrol in Helm’s Deep’s Mead Hall. Two of her patrol, Cynred and Rædwulf were stacking empty, or at least Gaeded hoped they were empty, tankards on top of each other. The others of her patrol were muttering to each other and sliding coins in front of them.

“Overall, good work today. Leofsige, you’re spear work was sloppy. Uhtric, you need to hold your shield higher, but you managed not to be a few paces in front of everyone else today, which is an improvement. Everyone else, carry on the way you are. You’re dismissed!”