Adventure

The Journey began at Bree, Dalgaroth leaving everything except his one true love, Elswynn behind... All of the fighting and shouting, people judging him and attacking him...

From Bree it was a long journey, they travelled so far that Dalgaroth was drifting to sleep on his own horse... just before they got to Celondim... Oh what a sight it was... Plumb coloured leaves glide down, spinning gently as they hit the leaf bed below... Elves singing and dancing, working their hearts out by the riverside...

Zara sat on the cushioned bench, despondently gazing into the embers of the fire she had nearly let go out. There was a rattling at the door and Ruaidhri came in, stamping the autumn leaves from his boots. Zara looked up, startled. He looked at her, then at the dying fire. 'What lass, no dinner again? And it's almost as cold in here as it is out there!' Zara looked mortified. 'Oh Rua, I'm so sorry! I just lost track of the time!' The dwarf looked at her pale, drawn face. 'Aye, same as the last two weeks!

Twelve had gathered as agreed, as fine a body of fighting men and women as you could wish for. As well as the leader, Thoronthor the Captain, there were Viosmos and Miosha, both renowned hunters; Belegorn, another leader of men; Lamonti and Forgar, one a well-known and respected bodyguard, the other yet to prove himself in battle. Met was there, a famous champion, standing with Eresmir, a veteran fighter. Two skilled minstrels, Ertana and Jeffrie, were entertaining the group while they waited for everyone to arrive and finally there was Crowfoot, a mysterious scholar.