Sigfread

After all these days, fighting and spending our time in the cold, sleeping on the snow, feeling our bodies hurt  and cold the time has come to go back home... I went ahead to scout the lands and hunt, while the others were resting, most of them were injured. What I found upon my return I did not expect. It saddened and angered me greatly, and made me think too much of the future.

Last night, there was much talk in the Hall of a band of Men encamped outside the Gate of the Valley, and some thought they were refugees, fleeing the darkness, and others thought them a group of roving bandits, and some thought they might be supplicants, messengers sent to ask for aid from Lord Elrond: arms, or stores of food, though I thought this year’s harvest a bountiful one, as there was plenty of rain and sunshine, in proper amounts.

We found him at last, we passed through the Giant Halls  and made our way to the East, Fang found some traces of blood and we followed them, while sliding down the hills and hiding from an avalanche.

An Elf appeared, his name is Osilivren, I can't say he was pleased to meet us since apparently Faelyne said that she's coming to no one and he was angry at her. Fortunately after Taala, the Grey Warden and I talked and said how she helped us he accepted our claims and both came with us to search for Brammy.

Here we are again, camping somewhere in the snow, having tended to the wounded and trying to get some rest. Brammy is nowhere to be found yet, though we found a giant, too bad we had to kill him! As I look at them now I can feel their doubt about my decision back then, we just had found a shelter from the blizzard and I took Brammy and Lucifen out again to complete the final part of the task. The moment we dragged the toolbox those acursed Warg-riders came and caught him. I can even see the could of doubts about my leadership flowing among them, but I know why I did it.

We got up long before the sun came out and start preparing to search from Brammy, Rogue has returned from scouting but he found no tracks of him. After having some words with the company I sent him ahead to take a look at where the tracks the Grey Warden found would lead us.

Entry Eight: The Harder They Fall

Taala did arrive late, everyone was already gathered as she entered the grounds of the DawnHall, at least she could blame Rick Cobb for slowing her horse down...