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    The Northern Road Vanishes

    Monday, 20th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Imlad Balchorth, Somewhere in the Land of Angmar


    There haven't been too many times over the course of my adventures with this Company that I recall feeling quite so wretched as right now: here I am, soaked to the marrow and afraid of every little noise or flitting shadow I see! Not too many people can say they have spent the night in an evil graveyard, and I hope I live to tell the tale myself. There is no possibility of me getting any sleep tonight, so I will try to occupy my thoughts by telling you, Dear Reader, what transpired today and how we ended up in this hideous place.


    Like any good band of adventurers, we were up with the Sun this morning. Actually, if we were up with the Sun I probably would have welcomed it. To be more exact, we were once again up well before the Sun; a practice which is really beginning to work on my nerves.

    "Must we always be up so blasted early?" I moaned as Nephyn tried to roll me out of my blankets. With one eye I could see the others were all gathered around me and breakfasting, but even the sight of food (there was no smell for the meal was to be yet another cold... More

    by Padhric on 2017-12-11 09:37:41

    Cave-claw Wrangling

    Sunday, 19th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning

    Gabilshathur, Somewhere in the Land of Angmar

     

    It seems our progress toward the heart of Angmar is fated to always be side-tracked and slow. Ah, but perhaps that is just me being pessimistic -- I cannot deny that something good did come of today's little digression. Here's how it happened.

    I was shaken into wakefulness this morning, but it wasn't any person doing the shaking. Apparently the swamp of Malenhad, which was still all too near for my liking, has a habit of periodically spewing large plumes of gas high into the air. These eruptions are usually accompanied by a rumbling and a shaking in the earth, which I am here to tell you is most alarming. The rest of the inhabitants of this strange camp paid it no mind -- probably from being used to the phenomenon.

    In any case, once I had gotten over my fright at the miniature earthquake which had disturbed my much-needed repose, I found another earthquake of a very different sort was brewing right here in the Dwarf-colony of Gabilshathur. Where just yesterday we had been welcomed heartily by the Dwarves and the Rangers alike, this morning things were... More

    by Padhric on 2017-12-03 05:30:10

    Through the Rammas

    Mersday, 16th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    No entry.
    Highday, 17th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    No entry.
    Sterday, 18th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Gabilshathur, Somewhere in the Land of Angmar

    I'm ashamed to say I skipped a couple of entries in this journal. I hope, Dear Reader, that you can forgive me for this oversight as many things were happening very quickly. It turns out that my negligence may have spared you the tedium of learning about a series of errands which would have made for a very dull read, so perhaps this was not altogether a bad thing. In any case, let me bring you up to speed on how we now stand.
    No sooner had I completed my previous entry and plopped my little head down on my travelling pack (which I often use as a pillow), then I was awakened by the sound of voices. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, still feeling very sleepy indeed, for the miles we had covered in the previous day's march into Malenhad and then back to Aughaire in retreat from the Standing Stones had quite drained me. I wondered what local barbarian my friends had decided to converse with and whether I ought not hide my belongings from them, but to... More

    by Padhric on 2017-11-28 07:42:25

    An Unexpected Obstacle

    Hevensday, 15th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Village of Aughaire, Angmar


    This is just the sort of luck one might look to find in Angmar. After all we had accomplished in getting here the last thing I expected was to meet with utter failure quite so quickly. You may notice from my entry heading that we are now back in the Hillman village of Aughaire which is (that's right) 
    west of our last resting place, not east. Which, of course, means we are going entirely the wrong way. Allow me to explain how this came about.

    As soon as I woke up this morning I wished that I hadn't. For one thing, I could see from where we had pitched camp not far inside the Halls of Night that it was still dark outside. For another, I was told we'd be getting an early start and if I didn't shake a leg I would miss breakfast. That got me up in a hurry (as it was no doubt designed to do), but in my rush I stubbed my toe on some rock in the cave's passageway. I arrived at breakfast muttering choice words about the accommodations.

    The food was once again excellent, however, and soon all such misgivings were driven from my mind. Like most folk I don't use my ears to eat, so... More

    by Padhric on 2017-11-16 12:20:25

    The Halls of Night

    Trewsday, 14th of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Halls of Night, Somewhere in the Land of Angmar


    "Padryc! Wake up!"

    I was being aggressively shaken, and it was Nephyn's concerned voice that kept echoing in my ears. With an effort, I managed to open my eyes. I still felt like I was falling or spinning to the point my stomach was queasy, but I could see now I was doing neither: I was lying on the floor of the same small burial chamber I had been in before. Had I fallen asleep and dreamt the whole thing?
    My friends were all near me again, although most of them looked about as bad as I felt: Nephyn was bent over me, her face full of worry, but she was pale and her eyes were red. Drodie was still seated with his back up against one of the crypts, absent-mindedly stroking his beard. Lagodir was standing, but even in the dim light of a single torch I could see his eyes were unfocused and beads of sweat were running down his forehead. Gaelira was busy stomping on something off to one side. The air felt thick -- heavy, as if we were by a fireplace with a blocked flu -- and I had a splitting headache.
    "Nephyn, help me get them outside" Gaelira said urgently.... More

    by Padhric on 2017-11-09 12:14:15

    The Road to Angmar

    Highday, 3rd of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Elf-refuge of Duillond, Ered Luin


    We could have probably done with another day's rest here in Thorin's Halls, but we decided to set out as soon as we could. Time was not on our side: if Mallacai was in Angmar, then it would take us almost two weeks to arrive where we just discovered he was supposed to be the last time Malkan the eagle had seen him. I was (and am still) feeling rather daunted by the distance we will have to cover, but at the same time I think we are all somewhat buoyed by our recent successes too.


    We thanked our hosts many times and departed out of Thorin's Gates shortly after the fourth hour. Lagodir was still not feeling quite himself, but he refused to hold us back, saying the easy exertion of a march would do him good. We passed Noglond and Gondamon without incident, then turned southward and followed the road to the Elf-refuge of Duillond. The sky had been cloudy most of the day, but about that time things began to break up and the Sun came out, which I found very pleasant.

    We are halting here for tonight. The Elves here were happy to see us again and Gaelira told them all the tale of... More

    by Padhric on 2017-11-07 10:58:27

    Ruse and Recovery

    Mersday, 2nd of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Thorin's Hall, Ered Luin


    The four of us drew our weapons and stood back-to-back. Try as I might, I could see almost nothing, for full night had fallen. The sounds of our quickened breathing rent the air like a massive bellows.


    "That voice!" I whispered, "It's Wenhair! But where is she? I can't see a thing."

    "Stand your ground," Gaelira whispered back, "Let her come to us." My heart pounded in my chest so hard I would not have been surprised if the others could hear its pattering. We made no forward movement, but then the voice spoke again.

    "You are too late, my heroes -- the ritual is complete! Guloth, arise once more!"

    The was a shuffling sound from the direction of where we had just seen Lagodir's body. Then came a low groan and another voice spoke. It was the voice of a Man, and it sounded like Lagodir, but there was something different about it.

    "I live once more," it said in a slow and strained way. "Who has called me back from beyond the Void?"

    "It was I, master!" came Wenhair's answer. It was very nearly a squeal of impish delight. "Wenhair, your loyal servant!"

    "Excellent. And who are these interlopers before me?"... More

    by Padhric on 2017-11-05 02:27:24

    The Hunters and the Hunted

    Hevensday, 1st of Rethe, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Vale of Thrain, Ered Luin


    We did not rest long. I barely had time to rub my aching feet and nibble a bite of 
    cram before Gaelira had returned. The look on her face was not encouraging.

    "We must move at once," she said. "A light snow has been falling for some time now -- there is no hope of finding any prints in the snow, and every minute we are not in pursuit of our quarry wastes precious moments."

    Without any talk we collected ourselves and set out again. I thought for a moment about how we had very little in the way of food and sleep for the past day and a half, but the stakes were too high: Lagodir had been captured and spirited off by some mysterious foreigner. We were the only ones who could hope to save him and yet we had no idea where to begin our search. It was all rather depressing, and the swirling snow (though it was light and not a major obstacle to us) did not help anything.

    "Do you know what this situation calls for?" I asked the others suddenly.

    "A bloodhound?" Nephyn posited. I thought for a moment.

    "Well, yes," I admitted, "At least, that would certainly come in handy about now. But seeing... More

    by Padhric on 2017-11-02 11:32:43

    A Startling Twist

    Trewsday, 30th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    Orodost, Ered Luin


    The freezing air and snow swirling around our little campsite perfectly captures the feeling of what remains of our Company. Hearts are cold and feelings are numb after suffering such a terrible and shocking loss this day, but I will put my own grief aside in order to dutifully record what transpired for you.


    When we had settled down next to our fire by the frozen waterfall, I had expected to get some decent rest, then rise and resume our hunt for Brullug the drake. This is not at all how things eventuated: it seemed that no sooner had I closed my eyes than I was jolted awake by roarings, shoutings, hurryings, and the ring of steel! Gaelira was screaming to bring us all to our senses, for she among us had kept the watch and not slept. This had always worked with excellent effect in the past, but this time our prey decided to hunt us, and it very nearly proved our ruin.

    Brullug had never been as far off as we supposed, and in fact we now believe he had been stalking us throughout much of Sarnur. It was his dragon-ish thrumming we had been hearing the day before (or however many days ago it... More

    by Padhric on 2017-10-25 09:59:56

    The Hunt for Brullug

    Monday, 29th of Solmath, Year 1418 Shire-reckoning
    The Caverns of Sarnur, Ered Luin


    Suddenly there was a chorus of frenzied shouts from ahead of us! My eyes had next to no time to adjust to the dim light, but several rough-looking Dwarves were charging with axes and swords drawn! Instinctively, I dropped back behind my companions while fumbling for my hammer.


    Drodie rushed forward with a battle-cry that boomed off the walls of Sarnur. He bowled one of the Dourhands over with his shield before engaging another sword-to-sword. Lagodir, meanwhile, had disarmed one Dwarf and lopped off the arm of another even as I watched. That's when someone seized me by the shoulder and forced me to the ground! A cruel-looking Dwarf's throwing-axe sailed through the air where my head had been a moment before and clattered harmlessly to the stone floor. I found myself at Nephyn's feet and watched as she let fly from her bow. There was a hoarse grunt from somewhere further within the cavern, and I knew she had found her mark.

    Once I had regained my feet, my only thought was to somehow help in the battle, but I never really got the chance. Gaelira's quarterstaff was always a... More

    by Padhric on 2017-10-19 02:24:30

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