orcs

Blood, violence and death.

These are the topics I've all too often heard spoken between those gathered in the local Inn and tavern of Bree-town and the more I have listened the more I've learned what the nature of Men has turned to. It terrifies me.

Its been a few days now that I have set myself up north near the borders of my homeland.
After my adventure with Fiontann and my old friends I realized that there might be more in play that even I am aware of. As such was the case I went to inspect the northern border and was shocked to find out of the infestation of orc that had settled along the border in North Bree-land.

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Tired from riding all the night and day long, the travellers decided to have a rest. "Let us get a rest. I'll take the watch." - Katrandil said towards them, being tired as well but the two (in her opinion) deserved to rest more than she did. They looked at her, speaking almost at the same moment. "Don't mind if we do, no maam" - The hobbit started. Katrandil sat down on the log by the fire, watching her surroundings.