Carethril

A Blight on the Banks of Mitheithel - First Entry

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On a diary page bruised with the drying juices of varied produce, in script made tight by long work, can be read…

 

A Camp, a Rest, a Song

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Following the scent of woodsmoke, we discovered a camp in the Trollshaws. The fact that friends felt safe here on this rocky outcrop -- safe enough to rest their horses and build a fire without fear -- cheered us no small amount. Several of the company opened their rations and took food around the fire. It was natural for me to remain standing, but, with my lord Branalph's approving eyes upon me, I was able to offer the company a song about harvest-time and grain.

On the Move

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We rode, following the guidance of hir Glorfingwë, who was eager for the company to take horse and begin the long travel ahead of them.L

The Friends, and Their Excitement

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My lord and I met the merry travelers at a well-known ruin in the woods. He and I knew we must turn back once we saw the group safely on their way as they traveled toward merriment and frivolity -- and we remained for duty. I admit that envy tinged my gaze upon my friends.

Terrible Discoveries at Gaerond

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At the small encampment called Gaerond -- mostly Elves of the Trollshaws, but also a few Men who had the look of Dúnedain -- the group made inquiries. Unfortunately, the horse-mistress reported one of her beasts had fallen sick with no cause apparent, and while hir Branalph stood watch for any unusual activity, the others moved to inspect some freshly delivered provisions. Arradril halved an apple to inspect it, while Glorfingwë, who had long experience working with reagents and metals, smelled sulfur among the fruits and vegetables.

A Consultation on the Bridge

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After sunset, the Elves gathered to assess the problem. The plant Arradril had found at the water's edge had turned black from the inside, not the outside -- indeed, it looked almost as if it had died of sheer despair, if such a thing were possible. The friends quickly agreed that the blighted plants and the reports of sickness must be related, and perhaps the corruption was waterborne, as horrible a thought as this was. More investigation was needed, and the group decided to make for the small encampment known as Gaerond.

Gathering at the Bridge

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Word had reached Carethril, a healer within the house known somewhat cryptically as Lósengriol, that Men and their beasts were sickening and dying along both banks of the river Mitheithel. Accordingly, a small group of Elves of that house met the scouts encamped just east of the Last Bridge across the river. They fanned out, searching for clues, and soon Arradril found something not at all to her liking.

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