Erinwyn

Is there not a place in this Middle Earth that is not tainted by my memories? I felt it in the Forsaken Inn. As I sat there in the gloom night after night and sunk enough mead to numb my senses to the world last summer. Unbeknown to me that my lover would soon get her dues for the trouble she brought upon herself. I knew it would happen eventually. I knew she wasn't good for me. I knew how that story ended. Yet I carried on with the charade anyway. She should have died by my hand the moment she read of my secrets. They were mine and mine to share alone.

Who am I? Is the question I would utter on this cool spring night. I should have stayed on those southern shores. Away from this wretched place. Most men would be pleased to meet their newborn son for the first time but I am not most men. I grow weary of my life, weary of secrets. I need to share them with someone once more or I will burst. Erinwyn once said the dark compulsions I feel, the fact that I even question them shows in me a sign that I am capable of redemption. Perhaps even reconciliation with what I am. Maybe she was right. But the urges are still there.

§ Author's note: As Amlarad's player and I already said to each other afterwards, it has been some time since last there was a good cloak-and-dagger exchange. But last night certainly saw a very interesting one. Thank you, Amla, for being an awesome player, and dare I even say 'friend'. I feel this story doesn't begin to do our exchange the credit it deserves, but I fear it will have to do. ;-) And at Lori's request; This one is a little shorter, hun, I did try!! §

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§Author’s note: This story was based on logs of in-game events. Especially the dialogues were taken from logs and screenshots as this bit of RP was perhaps some of the most intense either player had had on those particular characters. In fact, the life of one of the characters was literally laying in the balance of a cointoss behind the scenes. Whether or not they make it out alive is something I will leave for you to discover by reading it.

Authors's note: Again, like the first chapter, if the players of the characters portrayed in this story do not agree, please let me know and I will amend. I kept creative freedom to myself regarding the conversations for the continuity of the story. I did however borrow some of the verbal character interactions from Timandhris in order to allow continuity between her story and mine. She is aware and has given her blessings for it.