Snowborne

The True Heir to the House of Feyolann

    The Lord of The House of Feyolann ruled with a iron fist. He made sure that everything was in order and that he was of the higher positions of the noble houses of Snowborne. The honor of his house meant everything to him and he swore to uphold it no matter the cost. Like many nobles, he fell to his temptations and set his eyes on a lower class woman by the name of Gabriella. 

(A sloppily written page that looks to be done while riding)

Leofrine's eyes glazed the sky above her. It wasn't often that she was able to escape the clutches of the old building that was her uncles home. Wonderfully they were once again out of bread...wonderfully...that may seen odd a statement to a regular household but to Leofrine it was a ticket to freedom. Freedom was of immense value to the unfortunate girl.

Dearest one,
Snowborne seems tah be a place of peace yet my mind seems tah do nothing but cause me constant unrest. I have been having nightmares still. Tha' has not changed since my arrival. I have still found none tha' I know in this place and I find the streets difficult tah master. The folk are good but I find mehself lookin' at 'um with increasing curiosity. I find none tha' look any thin' like wha' the rider in my dream resembles. All these folk ride steeds of gold and where the green garb of me homeland.

Her breath ebbed roughly in and out. The dreams she was having were corrupted and tainting the mind of the poor girl that harbored them. Leofrine's eyebrows creased with the waves of intolerable  images.

(A crumpled letter carried by a small bird. The letter would seem to weigh down the bird so that it flew awkwardly and only for short intervals) (This letter has been answered )

Dearest wanderer,

The road to Rohan was easy enough for Leofrine. She knew the way well enough and due to traveling alone she was able to escape the eyes of many. One soul wasn't worth that of many to the Dunland folk. Leofrine traveled by the woodland paths as she did before. Her brown attire suiting well in the dark trees. The spear felt heavy in her hand. It took a long while before she was use to the old weapon and the shields weight didn't help either. She didn't train her body to endure the way like she did before. The need to reach her homeland was just too much.

A brief History of Lynxy "DuWar"

Lynxy's father was a rider and said to be a noble man among the Rohirrim people yet...Lynxy never saw that side of him. In fact, she couldn't ever say she really knew him at all. He fell in love with her manipulative mother over night. That is all it takes. Just one night.