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Sunday, 21st of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
"Where is he?!"
by Padhric on 2018-09-24 12:40:09
Sterday, 20th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
It was dark. My chest was seared with pain. I coughed and wretched. Every fiber of my being shook with freezing cold. I could hear nothing and see nothing -- the only sense available to me was pain, and it seemed to well up from my frozen heart and spread to every extremity. I felt myself being lifted, but I knew nothing of what was happening to me.
Blackness took me once more.
When I opened my eyes again I shut them straightaway. The brightness hurt. I slowly became aware that I was no longer violently shivering and in fact a gentle warmth was stealing over me. I moved slightly and felt the rough scratch of wool against my skin.
And the brightness I saw, that must have been fire.
With an effort, I forced my eyes to open again. I made sure to look away from the source of the light and, ever so slowly, my eyes began to adjust. Through the blur, I gradually recognized my surroundings: I was lying down in the little cave we had discovered what must have been days ago. It was night, and the light of the campfire was flickering off the stone. Then I... More
by Padhric on 2018-09-14 10:22:53
Highday, 19th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
The thunder continued all night and into the morning, but the rain never came. Instead, a low and oppressive cloud-cover descended on us, such that the light was dimmed considerably. Lightnings flickered constantly off to the south-east, and I was always looking over my shoulder to see if the storm was advancing on us. But the winds had died down, which was something of a relief because the constant howling made me edgy, but it also meant we were left with a dark grey fume overhead that looked like it would be going nowhere anytime soon.
by Padhric on 2018-09-09 06:03:38
Mersday, 18th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
It's been nearly a week since my pen has scratched the papers of this journal, and I admit I've missed it terribly. However, upon review of the past several entries, I see Neph has done an excellent job in illustrating what transpired during the time I was unable to perform my scrivenly duties, so I will simply let it stand as-is. Besides, she basically got everything correct concerning what happened to me and there's no value added in me going into all the details about how frightened I was, the stench of the Dunbog, the horror of the Mines, or any of that. Doing so would only add many more unnecessary pages to this account which is already quite long enough.
by Padhric on 2018-09-02 07:11:06
Hevensday, 17th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
We scanned the sprawling encampment before us. No one seemed to have spotted our presence, but we couldn't possibly hope to infiltrate the place unnoticed. What if Padryc were somewhere within? It certainly appeared likely enough. I withdrew back behind the large piece of stone masonry which served as our cover.
by Padhric on 2018-08-24 11:00:02
Sterday, 13th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
I think my feet were hurting me more by the end of our brief rest than when we started it. Once we resumed trudging down the dusty roads of Dunland, the pain melted away as my limbs fell back into their rhythmic thumping, like the pistons of some droning machine. Morning was fully in the sky, but the minds of our Company were yearning for sleep.
by Padhric on 2018-08-17 11:17:04
Highday, 12th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
I do not have much time. I will write here what I can manage before our Company moves again this morning, but I think it important that I continue Padryc's job of chronicling our adventures. My hope is he will do so again and soon, but right now it's hard to see how that will come about.
by Padhric on 2018-08-07 09:56:57
Mersday, 11th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
The night passed peacefully enough, which was a mercy considering we were still fairly close to the horrors of Lhan Colvarn. I'm still convinced I barely slept a wink all night, but according to everyone else I was out cold within moments of lying down. Be that as it may, I did not feel rested in the slightest this morning, and the entire Company seemed on edge which only served to make me antsy. All of us were eager to get moving, I think, ever since Ancthas told us yesterday that Edgerin was now very near indeed.
by Padhric on 2018-08-02 09:18:35
Trewsday, 9th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
It was Ancthas who roused us this morning, except, of course, the two Elves who had apparently been off scouting ahead and keeping an eye on the lands round about. There was nothing significant to report from the night hours, although Gaelira thought she had seen a shadowy figure like to a dark horseman off in the distance at one point. We were all thinking of Izarrair, but no one felt inclined to talk about him.
by Padhric on 2018-07-31 12:22:34
Monday, 8th of Wedmath, Year 1417 Shire-reckoning
So much has happened today that I despair of having enough time to write it all down -- if I had a week to spend on nothing but scribbling then perhaps I could do this day justice. As it is, I shall have to truncate much of what transpired for the sake of brevity while still conveying all of the strange things which made up this strange Monday.
by Padhric on 2018-07-24 01:26:57