Wights

My dear Cedwyn,

The wight stood several feet away, having stopped to look around. Eira waited, hoping it would go away. Instead, a bitterly cold and vile voice arose from it, icy eyes narrowing, "You cannot hide, mortal."

How long had she wandered?

The fog never ceased, and the night was never ending. Carefully placing her walking stick before of her every step, she meandered the endless, rolling hills and barrow mounds. Only the occasional stone peer broke the scenery of fog, grass, and rolling mounds. She was hastily losing track of the time as she walked on and on.

By order of Hallechil Malkogkala Malkog-zaduk-ob, this proposal is to be preserved in the archives of the Order.

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Eofeole had a long sleep in his little camp outside of Bree that night. He awoke when the sun was already warm in the sky and little drops of rain began to start falling down on his face. He raised his hood and smiled at the weather before fixing his spears and his shield to his back. He walked into Bree from the West Gate at a great pace, by now the rain was falling down harder and he was getting soaked among with all the other townsfolk who were out in the rain. He walked to the Prancing Pony  where he had a quick word with the friendly Barkeep, Barliman Butterbur.

Having tracked and picked off some orcs and goblins during her vendetta against the species, Cerynitis found herself in the Lone-Lands.  She ventured towards the remains of Ost Guruth, and upon finding an encampment there, rested there to recover her strength and wits, and was able to replenish her supplies.  While there, the elf maiden heard rumors of how many of the men were sent out to battle the undead in the ruins of Nan Dhelu.