Forochel

After surviving a whole month with no adventures, the Bree Adventurers Association was finally hired for a job: mammoths hunting at Forochel! The idea of travelling and riding far north was all i needed to forget about some recent events in Bree.

Days up on Ost Barandor seem to pass by as fast as the birds can fly. My solitude up here in the Brandy hills did remind me of other days in my past. Days of solitude and cold weather.

I believe its about five years now. I had just obtained Aronath as my trusty steed and was send up north to investigate some rather ''Unusual'' activity within the hills and bay of Forochel. 
A harsh land where temperatures will freeze you to death if not well clothed against it.

I have never lost my temper like this... Not for a long time at least. We were trying to sort out the fate of the child... When I say we, I mean me and Mayrin. Damn that woman... I messed up is merely an understatement... If I could take back what I have done, I would have. Hells, I'd even become a slave again to take that back. I'd walk to Mordor even... Anything.

((This is a continuation of the journal of Hanns Mcorman

<http://laurelinarchives.org/node/18633> ))

I was meaning to begin this in my old Watchman notebook, but sadly it was ruined in the forests of Forochel by Kalpa-Kita, if I'm using the correct word. Or I'll just refer to them as giant felines.

Anyways.