the red company

So there we went! The mysterious hobbit Prithbo and I. We took our horses in the stables. I rode out with my precious horse, which i called Stormwind. He reared highly up and was very wild, i did not know why and I called: "Calm down Stormwind!" In that meantime, Prithbo appeared out of the stables. He had a white horse.

Time , time , time....... my eternal foe neither of us can best the other. I wonder which of us will fall first ? all my past sins are long since paid for many times over , all joy has been felt before. I crack a grin when I meet a worthy foe , but such an event is now rare. My brother Detsactuo is perhaps the only one in this age with the strength to do so, But fate as it always seems turns its gaze from him on such matters. Though I will admit it would make a great tale. the green wizard defeating the red knight sword against spell , staff against shield.....

The Red Leaves, Tales of the Red Company. V: Swords in the Twilight

Nenime, 3019, by Steward's Reckoning

We were worried by recent reports of an orc threat in the north, of an encampment established only a few hours’ ride from Bree, led by an orc known as the Red Reaver. Their proximity to Bree concerned us, so five of us – Myself, Ceolaric, Calebriorn, Finellan and Herfi – Set off, with the intention of discovering more about these orcs, and raiding their camp if possible.

My mind is beginning to ease, my thoughts are clearing. The deep slumber took me again but for only a few days time. all my wounds were healed and it seems that I appear to look as my old self again. my strength is growing as is my control, I wonder how I will be in the years to come. ever since I became this guardian I felt myself slipping away, but no longer. And for that I am thankful , now the only thought on my mind is ....... when will there be a foe great enough to stand before me?

Hmm how long has it been now since I've seen her ... my dear friend. I know not where she roams. glamdess..... so much has happened in these past months , I fear that I am no longer the remnant you may remember. I've become this great guardian and with this power comes a great cost. I fear the deep slumber may soon take me, but there is something that worries me even more. This sadness , it's slowly growing. it is as if a wailing wraith has become my soul.