Been gone for far to long...I need to return...return to my beloved Ennerin...to the House of Thaladuin as well...I fear they need my sword soon. If I let my steed run as far as it can before I rest for a few hours and then continue I can be back in a few days.
Enedwaith...still the place I hoped not to return too...yet here I am again. This place holds no mercy from the winds from the mountains...a chilled wind blows as I ride down the road towards a little village that is surrounded by a wooden fence two man heights high, the people in this land are not very friendly to strangers I have heard...Duvodiads as they call them yet they asks me for help and sends me out doing the most bizarre errands for them
I was sent by the Brennin to scout the lands as several families had not been heard of so I sat out to find what had happend to them..what I saw was horrible as three of the four homes had been burnt down to the ground...surronded by half orcs.....
Half orcs that does know a bit of sword fighting...these lands are full of them as well....but they are foolish...they are spread out..making fighting them easy as they come at you one by one..and one by one they fell...the cold reception I gave them..the cold reception by OrcCrist...my great sword them, and their leaders...falling...cut by the sword.
I went to see an old dwarf as well to repair a broken mace of which the dwarf reparid so I headed back to the village I started from and was dragged into a council as well between the Brennin and a emmisary from Isengard...what dealings has Isengard in this_ this emmisary insisted that I would ifhgt his best fighter...I won shall I add.
I have tarried too long in these lands and I need ot head back...back to my beloved Ennerin, I have promised her that I would be there for her always..
